#call me the sin of pride with how proud i am of this

[rozeliyawashereyall]

Redrew the Korey ref because I have no self control

The absolute gal she is.

Little symbolism and poem made by my dearest nerd of a brother for the apple tree.

The Apple Tree of Toxicity

In a family filled with pain and strife,

An apple tree stood tall, a symbol of life,

Its branches reached out, so filled with grace,

Promising protection and a place,

But the fruits of this tree, oh so sweet,

Hid a bitter truth, hidden beneath,

They promised knowledge and a sense of power,

But only brought emptiness and devower,

For the taste of the fruit was oh so sour,

It left a feeling of nothingness in its wake,

As though the apples were poisoned,

Leaving a hollow feeling, a wound that cannot be healed,

And yet we still reach out, hungry for more,

Searching for answers to what lies in store,

For we cannot seem to let go,

Of the knowledge that the tree has to show.

But oh, how we wish to let go,

Of the toxicity that's brought us woe,

For we cannot escape the past,

And it leaves us with a feeling of emptiness at last.

SYMBOLISM LETS GOOOOOOOO—

In the story of Genesis, the forbidden fruit that Eve consumes is often interpreted as a figurative apple. Apples are associated with knowledge and wisdom, which can be a double-edged sword when it comes to toxic families.

On one hand, the pursuit of knowledge can help you see the truth about your family dynamics, which can lead to self-discovery and a sense of peace. On the other hand, the pursuit of knowledge can also make you realize the emptiness that can result from growing up in a toxic environment.

The apple tree, which bears the fruit of knowledge, can be seen as a symbol for families that are rooted in toxicity. The tree can provide a sense of stability and belonging, but it can also be a source of pain and trauma.

In such families, it is not uncommon for children to feel a sense of emptiness, as they struggle to make sense of their experiences and find their place in the world. The fruit of the toxic family "apple tree" can leave them feeling hollow, as they come to terms with the challenges of living in a family that is not emotionally supportive.

Ultimately, the experience of growing up in a toxic family is a journey of self-discovery and healing, much like the pursuit of knowledge from the forbidden fruit. Both can lead to a sense of emptiness, but also offer the potential for growth and healing.

Credit to my brother Rani, you're an absolute nerd, but thanks 👍

[likeafairytale]

#starts with pride, ends with lust (i ain't making the rule they do)

[20-th-centurygirl]

champion

mason mount x fem!reader

warnings: language, smut, fluff (the usual)

summary: showing Mason how proud you are about his England call up

a/n: this was super rushed because I wanted to get it out the day the squad was announced <3

masterlist

Edit: this was written before I knew his injury meant he's out the squad 🫣 I'm not gonna delete it bc i like it so this can be set a few years ago instead 🤭

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧

The moment you found out Mason had his call up for England you were determined to show him how proud you were of him. You immediately ran to quickly shower before putting on Mason's favorite underwear set you owned, a chelsea blue lacy thong and bra, it was simple but that was how Mason liked it. As soon as he was home you kissed him almost aggressively, all your pride being poured into the kiss.

Soon enough he was sprawled out on your shared bed whining and whimpering for you to keep going and you hollowed your mouth around him, fondling his balls with one hand and scratching his thigh with your other as his hands tightly gripped your hair

"Fuck don't stop. You're so good." He whined out, bucking his hips up to meet your heads movements. You pulled off to stroke him as you caught your breath. You looked up at him, finding it amusing at his clear struggle to maintain eye contact with you. "My champion, always. You make me so proud everyday Mase." He whimpered at your praise, one of his hands finding your free one. "I love you Mason". You leaned up to press a soft kiss to his lips before lowering your head and taking him in your mouth again, elicting loud moans from him. You could tell he was getting close by the way he twitched in your mouth and gripped your hand a little tighter. "Fuck 'm so close. Don't stop please don't stop." You went faster, peering up at him and the sight of you batting your eyelashes innocently while your mouth made the most sinful gagging noises and made Mason feel indescribably good made his eyes roll back as he finished in your mouth, his stomach tensing and heaving as he did. You swallowed all of him before you pressed a few small kisses on his tip, causing him to let out a loud whimper before you moved up and kissed him.

"Seriously Mase, I'm so proud of you. You deserve everything and more." You stroked his cheek as he got his breath back, him smiling softly at you. He'd had a rough time the past few weeks so seeing him so happy again warmed your heart. "Thank you. I love you so much." It was your turn to have a grin that was ear to ear before you leaned in and kissed him, biting on his lip softly to deepen the kiss.

Once you heard him moan into the kiss you knew you had the green light. You moved on top of him, straddling him as his hands went to the clasp of your bra, desperately trying to get it off. "Mase, I'm not going anywhere calm down." You giggled as you took it off yourself before kissing him again, grinding on him at an agonisingly slow pace. His fingers tugged at the lacy thong you were wearing, signalling he wanted that off too. You lifted your hips slightly to take it off before continuing your actions, both of you moaning loudly as there was no fabric in the way. "No please don't tease me" he whined, you smirked at him "I only just made you cum? So whipped for me aren't you Mase?" He whined, "Yes I am. You said tonight was about me." He pouted, and you kissed his pout away "I did say that, it is. What do you wanna do now baby?"

He moved to sit up against the headboard before gesturing for you to get on top, something which you were more than happy to do. You both moaned out in unison as you lowered yourself onto him. His hands immediately wrapped around your waist as he guided you up and down. You wrapped your arms around his neck, desperately trying to maintain eye contact. "fuck Mase, you feel so good. Always making me feel so good." Your head fell back and Mason's mouth went straight to your neck, sucking and biting every inch of skin he could get to as his hands gripped your waist tight. His mouth travelled down to your chest, littering your boobs in faint hickies. They were one of his favorite places to give you hickies because only he would get to see them, and he was obsessed with your boobs so to him it was a win-win. He took one of your nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue and groaning around it. "Mase I'm gonna cum." You let out a squeal and he gently bit your nipple before moving his face to yours, noses touching. "Me too babe, come on, let go for me." He bucked his hips up desperately, now chasing his own high aswell as getting you to yours as his thumb rubbed your clit. It took seconds for you to clench around him, your nails leaving crescent shapes on his shoulders as your legs shook violently, moaning out his name like it was the only word you knew. This triggered Mason's orgasm, his whimpers muffled against your neck as his fingers left red marks on your waist.

You slumped onto his, both of you panting. "I love you." Mason whispered as he kissed your forehead. Your squeezed his waist lightly "I love you too" you moved off him, both of you lying on your sided facing eachother. You poked his nose gently with your finger "I'm so proud. Always so proud." "I can tell." He chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to your lips before pulling the duvet over the two of you. He wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing your forehead.

You gently scratched his forearm with your nails, earning hums of appreciation from Mason as eyes fell shut. "Mase?' He hummed in response, still not opening his eyes. "Look at me please?" He opened his eyes, one raised out of curiosity. "Everything okay?" "Yeah, I just wanted to know how you feel. I know you were worried about the call up and I didn't really give you a chance to talk when you got home, I just jumped on you." Mason sniggered at this "well I'm not complaining. I'm happy, I was really worried because of what's going on with Chelsea but I'm happy I've got the call up, and that I've got you with me for another international tournament. I love you. For the way you love me and always support me." The way he spoke with such sincerity melted your heart. "I will always love and support you darling, and I'm happy you know that." You brought a hand up to stroke his cheek and Mason kissed the palm of your hand. He rested his chin on your head as he pulled you fully into his bare chest. You pressed a small kiss to it "night Mase, I love you." He kissed your hair in response "night love, I love you too, forever."

[anjels001]

Secrets of Devildom: Pride Demons (Part 1)

Those who have read the theory of the 7 Og and the cycle of life (thank you @sparkbeast20 for the cooperation) know that there are many gaps in the annon, and many of the events that occurred in the annon are not explained, and/or left implicit without any context.

For those following these moments of theory, you may notice that I have been talking a lot about the demonic classes, their "history," and culture before, during, and after the fall of the brothers, focusing most of these moments on philosophical/mythological debates, pointing out plot points that few would see and understand.

Well, we have already talked about 6 of the seven sin classes, namely Greed, Lust, Sloth, Gluttony, Wrath, and Envy.

In the shadowy corridors of Devildom, where envy boils and desire twists, there exists a sin that transcends all others—a sin that has spawned legends and shattered them equally. Sit back in your chairs and fasten your seatbelts because today...

….(insert supernatural intro)…

...we will talk about Pride

But before starting this moment of theory, I ask you, dear reader, to keep an open mind for this moment, and if you want to point out any flaws, or if I am forgetting something, remember that this is just a theoretical post. I won't be upset if you want to add something to this conversation; I just ask that you reblog and tag me so that we can exchange theories on the subject. As with all theories about demonic classes, I will start with the famous question: what do we know about Pride? Pride is a concept widely explored by philosophers throughout history and analyzed from different perspectives.

One of these perspectives describes pride as an excessive love for oneself, characterized by an individual who considers themselves self-sufficient and admires their works, wishing for others to share this same elevated view. Descartes, in his book “The Passions of the Soul,” considered pride a vice, arguing that those with an unjustified high opinion of themselves do not possess true generosity.

The views of famous philosophers on pride offer valuable insights. Socrates, for example, focused on human relationships and reflection on one's thinking. Cicero, on the other hand, warned about the dangers of excessive pride leading to arrogance, considering it one of the most unpleasant forms of human behavior.

Nietzsche, a 19th-century German philosopher, saw arrogance as a manifestation of resentment and weakness, questioning traditional morality and exploring human nature profoundly and provocatively. Therefore, these different philosophical perspectives enrich our understanding of pride and its impact on human life. In philosophy, the concept of arrogance is often addressed in the context of ethics and morality. Arrogance is associated with a morally reprehensible attitude of excessive pride, arrogance, and disrespect for others. This idea is frequently explored in philosophical and religious traditions.

Moral philosophy also examines how this attitude can influence human behavior, interpersonal relationships, and the pursuit of virtue. In many philosophical traditions, overcoming arrogance is seen as a path to moral and spiritual development. In the Christian tradition, arrogance is considered a cardinal sin and is associated with excessive presumption and elevated self-esteem that goes beyond the limits of humility. Psychology identifies two definitions of the types of pride: positive, known as self-esteem and self-confidence, and negative, called arrogance.

Proud people often face internal conflicts resulting from traumatic experiences or parental neglect. These experiences can lead to a desperate search for compensation for failures or negative behaviors, revealing the significant influence of the family environment on the formation of pride and its psychological repercussions. They exhibit signs of control and resistance to external help, demonstrating a reluctance to acknowledge their weaknesses or seek support from others, which evidences a tendency towards excessive control and self-imposed independence.

In the annals of demonology, Lucifer remains the quintessential embodiment of arrogance. His wings, once resplendent, now bear the weight of his disobedience. His eyes, once aflame with celestial fire, now burn with the remnants of rebellion. His fall from grace was not just a descent—it was a seismic rupture that shook the very foundations of existence. Pride is a valuable currency in Devildom. We observe that this emotion is a powerful engine for narrative and character development. Lucifer, as the Avatar of Pride, embodies the constant struggle between self-confidence and arrogance, between self-acceptance and self-alienation. This duality is visible not only in his actions but also in his interactions with other demons and with the humans who cross his path.

Lucifer’s psychology is marked by profound internal conflict. His celestial fall, resulting from his pride, created not only a physical separation from the divine but also an emotional and spiritual fracture. This traumatic event shaped his view of himself and the world around him, creating a cycle of self-affirmation and self-destruction. Pride, in this context, is not just a characteristic but an armor he uses to protect himself from his vulnerability.

Lucifer’s relationship with wrath is particularly intriguing. Pride, as the father of wrath, manifests whenever he feels his authority questioned or his dignity threatened. This exacerbated emotion reveals his deepest insecurities and his struggle to maintain control. Lucifer’s wrath is not just a reaction to frustration but a defense against the fear of being seen as weak or fallible. This dynamic between pride and wrath is a constant dance that defines his complex personality.

The concept of the "virus of pride," as mentioned by Pope Francis, is an apt metaphor to describe how this emotion can spread and infect all aspects of a person’s life. The mind and heart of someone "infected" end up being consumed by this emotion, distorting their perception of reality and leading them to make decisions with catastrophic consequences. Pride, in this sense, is both a destructive force and a reflection of the human desire to transcend one’s limits.

The exploration of pride in the canon of the game “Obey Me!” offers a unique view of how this emotion can be both a source of greatness and a trap. Lucifer, in his quest for redemption, represents the eternal struggle to balance self-confidence with humility. His journey is a reflection of what it means to be human, with all its weaknesses and strengths. Pride, ultimately, is a lens through which we can better understand the motivations and dilemmas that define our existence.

The relationship between pride and other sins, such as envy and lust, also deserves attention. In Devildom, these sins do not exist in isolation but interact in complex ways to create an intricate fabric of emotions and actions. Pride can fuel envy, leading to competition and conflict. Similarly, lust can be an expression of excessive pride, a search for validation through conquest. Understanding these interactions is essential to decipher the characters’ motivations and the power dynamics in Devildom.

It is no surprise that the circle of pride is considered the penultimate level, the first and last line of the tomb of kings, which I will explain in the next post. Comparing it with the other circles of hell, we will see that although it has less "territory," the circle of pride is considered the most luxurious and densely packed with magic than the others. The circle of pride is one of the main pillars, if not the main one, that keeps the structure of the whole kingdom intact. This realm has multiple space-time pockets that contain small kingdoms and fiefs that constantly conflict with each other due to their pride and instinct of superiority. It is there that much of the Devildom nobility lives and where the original Castle of the Demon King was founded before the prince decided to place an imitation on the surface to 'play with the lower castes.'

From the perspective of demonic history and tradition, including the brothers is quite controversial. These brothers lacked any ancestral lineage or demonic pedigree. To the noble demons, the brothers were seen as mere mongrels that their prince had picked up on a whim and would soon tire of and discard. Despite being named the Avatar of Pride and possessing the keys to the castle of the Lord of Pride, Lucifer's predecessor had not removed all the traps or imbued the castle with Lucifer's essence as the new lord. On paper, Lucifer was recognized as the Lord of Pride, but in practical terms, he lacked access to the deepest secrets held by the former lord. It took him thousands of years of struggle and hard work to achieve what he did, and even then, he did not possess all the necessary information. This also explains why the brothers lived in a haunted mansion on what was known as the "ground floor" of the demonic realm instead of a castle at its pinnacle.

Lucifer’s story is a warning about the dangers of excessive pride, like the myth of Icarus where Daedalus warns his son not to fly too close to the sun or too close to the waves of the sea, but also a celebration of resilience and the capacity to seek redemption. His fall is not just a punishment but an opportunity for reflection and growth. In “Obey Me!” we see how Lucifer navigates these turbulent waters, facing his demons while trying to guide and protect his brothers. His leadership, despite his flaws, is a testament to his strength and determination.

In the end, Lucifer’s journey leads us to question our attitudes towards pride. To what extent are we driven by healthy self-confidence, and when do we cross the line into arrogance? How can we balance our desire for personal achievement with the need to maintain humility and respect for others? These are questions we all face, and Lucifer’s story offers a powerful lens through which to examine them.

For those who want to know more about this specific series in this theoretical series, just search my page #Secrets of Devildom or go to Obey-me masterlist

[gsstories]

I don’t like church

I never liked church as a kid because it was cold, boring and long as Hell. One day, we stopped going and never went for years and I was actually happy with that. Recently, my mom for some reason decided to go back there on Sundays and I had to tag along. I’m more patient now so I don’t really care about how long it takes because now I know it’s only like 2 hours long. Still cold but it’s fine, I have a jacket. Still boring but I manage. What I now dislike about the church we go to happened today.

While listening to the sermon, the LGBTQ+ community topic came up. For that bit, I paid attention and I was highly disappointed. The priest spoke about how the homosexuals and lesbians needed to be saved, how they would not be saved if they kept going like this, and more bullshit. I was surprised, I had never heard such things come from the priest’s mouth before. I hated that. He even said ‘There are politicians who claim they are Christians but support them!’ and I am sitting there thinking ‘Gee, what a tragedy!’ I couldn’t look him in the eye when he shook my hand after it was over.

I have witnessed jokes about the community, nothing bad, just poking a lil bit of fun, actually funny. But this was just disappointing. When did love become a bad thing? How the hell does a community that loves the same gender or love more than one affect you? If God really loves everyone, which includes liars and thieves, then why would he not love those who love in different ways?

I am not religious at all but I believe in God to an extent. I am bisexual and most likely on the ace spectrum. Does that mean I am not to be saved if I don’t repent for my ‘sins’, aka conform to society’s heteronormative views? Am I really going to burn in Hell because I am not following the so called rules you find in the Bible? The first time I heard such slander and it came from a priest who is so respected. What a joke.

Religion disappoints me but I know not everyone is like this. If you are seeing this, know that you are valid no matter what. No matter your gender, sexuality, anything, you are still loved and acknowledged. To be loved is to be accepted and embraced, to be protected and saved. Happy end of pride to everyone. Stay proud, stay safe.

[cadybear420]

NSFW (and some SFW) Incorrect Quotes: Cadybear's Couples Edition

Inspired by @choicesmc's post and @thosehallowedhalls' post. Quote generator is here.

(Disclaimer, some quotes will be slightly altered from how they appear in the generator)

This is also gonna be a long post because I milked the shit out of the generator to try and see all prompts possible

High School Story: OG Trilogy

Aiden, looking through his clothes: Has anyone seen my top?

Michael: Evie's in the kitchen.

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Evie: Wait, what's going on? Are we all talking about how hot Aiden is? Because Aiden is a straight up sexual fox riding a red-hot nuclear bombshell right toward the yowza plaza in the heart of Babe City, Assachusetts, U S A. The last A just stands for more ass.

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Aiden: *sucking on a popsicle*

Michael: Pfft, you practicing for when Evie gets here?

Aiden: *takes a huge ass bite out of the popsicle*

Michael: *Concern*

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Aiden: We should get you to a doctor for a check up immediately. What if it happens again, and there isn’t anyone around to help you? What if it’s congenital? Oh my God! Was it me? Did I hurt you?

Evie: …You realize any other person that made their partner pass out on bed would simply feel really proud of themselves, right?

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Evie: "What are you into?" is such a broad question, like do I reply with a TV series or choking?

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Evie: Crushes are the worst. Whenever I’m near mine, I start acting stupid.

Aiden: You always act stupid.

Aiden:

Aiden: Wait...

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Aiden: I know every song to ever exist it doesn't matter if it's from the past, present or the future.

Evie: Oh yeah? Then continue this.

Evie: I don't cook I don't clean-

Aiden: So let me tell you how I got this ring.

Both: .....

Both: GOBBLE ME, SWALLOW ME-

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Aiden: I am not a whore, and, not that I’ve done the math, but, if I were, I’d be the super classy kind that gets flown to Dubai to stay in an underwater hotel.

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Evie: It’s called hentai and it is art!

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Aiden: Hey, wanna take a shower with me?

Evie: I have a gun in that nightstand beside the bed. If I ever say no to that question, I want you to take it out and shoot me because I’ve obviously gone crazy.

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Myra: That shirt looks great, Aiden.

Aiden: Thanks.

Myra: But I bet it would look even better on Evie's floor.

Evie: Are you hitting on Aiden... for me?

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Alan: I committed all 7 deadly sins in 30 minutes.

Emma: Wow, I've gotta hear this.

Alan: I was angry and envious of my neighbor so I lazily seduced his wife and ate all his groceries and didn't share.

Maria: You forgot pride.

Alan: No, I'm pretty proud of this.

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Maria: Make her pussy wet not her eyes.

Caleb: Make his dick hard not his life.

Michael: Break her bed not her heart.

Evie: Play with his boobs not his feelings.

Aiden: Get on her dick not her nerves.

Emma: Always salt your pasta while boiling it.

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Evie: Hey, random question, what are your favorite flowers?

Aiden: Roses, why?

Evie:

Aiden: Were you going to get me flowers?

Evie:

Aiden:

Evie: ᶦᵗ’ˢ ᵃ ᵖᵒˢˢᶦᵇᶦˡᶦᵗʸ

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Aiden: Is there a cactus where your heart should be?

Michael: What’s up your ass this morning!?

Evie: *walks in* ...Hey.

Michael: Hmm… nevermind.

Aiden: WAIT NO!

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Evie: How is the most beautiful person in the world?

Aiden: *blushing* I—

Michael, butting into the conversation: Maria is perfect, thanks for asking.

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Aiden: I spy with my little eye something that begins with the letter “s”.

Evie: *looks over at Michael and Maria*

Evie: Is it “sexual tension”?

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Aiden: Do you want to explain the text you sent me last night?

Evie: It was autocorrect.

Aiden: Autocorrect wrote "You're so hot. Please step on me."?

Evie: Yes.

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Alan: Look, do I consider myself attractive? Yes. But would I have sex with my clone? Also yes.

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Aiden: Priest kink is definitely a thing and I am afflicted by it.

Maria: Go to church.

Maria: WAIT-

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Maria: We should be partners.

Michael: You mean like, partners in crime?

Maria: Yeah... that’s precisely what I meant.

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Evie: I’ve never asked someone out. How do you even do it?

Michael: Oh, what I do is, I look them up and down and I say: “Hey… how you doin’?”

Aiden, scoffing: Oh, please.

Evie, to Aiden: Hey, how you doin’?

Aiden:

Aiden: *giggles and blushes*

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Evie: Hey Maria, wanna third wheel on my date with Aiden tomorrow?

Maria: Sure.

Evie: Michael! Wanna third wheel on my date with Aiden tomorrow?

Michael: Yeah

Evie: Great! I've always wanted to go on a double date!

Maria & Michael: ...

Aiden: Evie...

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Evie: Wow, Aiden, you want to hold my hand before marriage? How awfully lewd of you. 

Aiden: We literally slept together yesterday. 

Evie: That's NOTHING compared to the lewdness of holding hands.

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Aiden: *banging a pen on the table out of frustration*

Evie: Stop that. How would YOU feel if I banged you on the table?

Aiden: I—

Aiden: I don’t know the correct answer to that question.

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Alan, staring upwards: So, Maria broke up with me… haha…

Aiden: Why are you looking up?

Alan: I need to cry, but my foundation was 48 dollars!

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Emma: Why is everyone so obsessed with top or bottom? Honestly, I’d just be excited to have a bunk bed.

Michael:

Michael: I'm gonna tell her.

Maria: Don't you dare.

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*Maria and Michael flirting with each other yet again*

Evie: And you two are sure you're not dating?

Michael: 100%.

Maria: Of course not! Why would you think that?

Evie: I wonder why that possibility would even cross my mind, Maria. I fucking wonder.

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Emma, sweating: Alan, there’s something I need to ask you-

Alan: Finally! You’re proposing!

Emma: How’d you know?

Alan: Emma, you’ve dropped the ring five times during dinner.

Alan: I even picked it up once.

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Evie: Well, remember when Aiden made a romantic dinner for me?

Michael: Evie, he microwaved you a pizza.

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Violet: Michael is too tall for me to kiss him on the lips. What should I do?

Maria: Punch him in the stomach. Then, when he doubles over in pain, kiss him.

Koh: Tackle them!

Sakura: Dump them.

Wes: Kick them in the shin!

Violet: No to all of those! Just ask me to lean down!!

High School Story: Class Act

Cher: Well, Ajay and I finally did it! 

The rest of the squad: *gasps, shocked expressions, etc.* 

Cher: That's right... We kissed!

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Ajay: How do you tell someone that you wanna have sex with them in a polite way?

Skye: "Excuse me Ms. Lee, would you give me the honours of indulging in sexual activities with you?"

Rory: What the fuck is wrong with you two?

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Ajay: I was going to suggest we do Marilyn Monroe and JFK roleplay, but I’d get way too into it.

Cher: What- how?

Ajay: You’d be like “Come to bed… Mr. President” and I’d be like, “I need to increase the amount of American military advisors in South Vietnam by a factor of 18.”

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Skye: Look, I know you think my judgement's clouded because I like Lilith a little bit.

Cher, holding Skye's notepad: You doodled your wedding invitation.

Skye: No, that's our joint tombstone.

Cher: My mistake.

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Ajay: Someone take me to art museums and make out with me.

Cher: But they said not to touch the masterpieces.

Ajay: Well somebody's got to pin the artwork to the wall.

Skye, on a walkie talkie: This is Skye, those idiots are fucking around in the East wing again.

HSS: Prime

Jordan: How do I ask Julian out?

Ezra: Roses are red, violets are blue, guess what, my bed has room for two.

Jordan: No!

Wes: Twinkle twinkle little star, we can do it in a car.

Jordan: Stop!

Sakura: Row, row, row your boat gently down the stream, merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily I can make you scream.

Jordan: I feel like the last one is verging dangerously into serial killer territory.

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Koh: I sleep with a gun under my pillow.

Wes: I sleep with a knife.

Jordan: Both of you are pathetic.

Koh: Oh yeah? What do you sleep with?

Jordan: Julian.

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Jordan: I’m so happy, I could kiss you!

Julian: Um...Neat.

*later*

Julian, lying face down on his bed: I said “Neat,” Nishan. Who the fuck says neat these days? It’s not neat to say neat but I said it anyways because I’m fucking stupid.

Nishan, reading a book: Don’t beat yourself up too much, Julian. Everyone gets nervous sometimes. Remember what I did when Sakura confessed her love for me?

Julian: Didn’t you thank her?

Nishan: *closes the book and looks at the ceiling* I fucking thanked her.

It Lives in the Woods

Lucas: I am the left brain, I am the left brain. "I work really hard until my inevitable death" brain. You've got a job to do, you better do it right and the right way is with the left brain's might.

Jo: I LIKE OREOS AND BUSSY-

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Lucas: Know why I called you in here?

Jo: Because I accidentally sent you a dick pic.

Lucas: *Stops pouring two glasses of wine* Accidentally?

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Jo, to Lucas, Andy, Connor, Dan, and Noah: If we were in prison you guys would be like my bitches.

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Jo: Hi, sorry I’m late. I was doing a couple of things and got distracted.

Lucas: I’m “a couple of things”.

Andy: I’m “got distracted”.

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Lucas: I didn't drink that much last night.

Ava: You were flirting with Jo.

Lucas: So what? She's my wife.

Ava: You asked if she was single.

Ava: And then you cried when she said she wasn't.

It Lives Beneath

Tom: What’s your body count?

Harper Addison: Do you mean sex or murder?

It Lives Within

Cedric: I’m the sexiest bitch in this therapy waiting room.

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Jocelyn: Look Cedric, I'm not slut shaming you, but...

Jocelyn: Actually yeah, I'm TOTALLY slut shaming you.

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Cedric: I want to wake up with you every day for the rest of our lives.

Jocelyn: I wake up at 4:30 AM every day to train.

Cedric: I want to see you at some point every day for the rest of our lives.

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Jocelyn: How do I make a date really romantic?

Lincoln: Be mysterious.

Jocelyn: Okay!

*later, while on a date with Cedric*

Cedric: So where are we going?

Jocelyn: None of your fucking business.

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Cedric: I would never say that my girlfriend is a bitch and I don’t like her. That’s not true… My girlfriend is a bitch and I like her so much!

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Jocelyn: Stop doing that.

Cedric: Stop doing what?

Jocelyn: Saying things that make me wanna kiss the hell out of you.

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Jocelyn: I am so horny and angry all the time.

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Jocelyn: Go fuck yourself.

Cedric, smugly: Sure, but only if you watch.

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Lincoln: Who would you kill out of the four of us, Joss?

Jocelyn: Abel, easily.

Abel, laughing: What the fuck, man.

Jocelyn: Well, Cedric would be too easy. He’d probably be into it.

Cedric, now standing in the doorway: What the fuck, man!?

Ride or Die

Colt: What are you in the mood for? 

Adelaide: World domination. 

Colt: That's a bit ambitious. 

Adelaide: You are my world. 

Colt: Aww... 

Adelaide:

Colt:

Adelaide:

Colt: OH.

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Colt: Do you think sex without love is a sin?

Adelaide: If it is, I’ll see you in hell.

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Adelaide: My dad is calling… hi Dad.

Toby: Come on guys, stop. She's trying to talk to her dad.

Colt: *loud fake sexual noises*

Mona: EVERYONE SHUT THE FUCK UP!

Logan: *is asleep*

Ximena: *gets really close to the phone* Tell him I said hi

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Colt: If I say I love you, will you say it back?

Adelaide: Yes.

Colt: I love you.

Adelaide: It back.

*Later*

Logan: Why is Colt crying face-down on the floor?

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Colt: I think I'm falling for you.

Adelaide: Then get up.

With Every Heartbeat

Sage: My dad died when I was little so whenever someone jokes about fucking my mom I’ll pretend to be really sincere and say some shit like “Glad to see she’s moving on, my dad’s death hit her pretty hard.” Then watch them absolutely fumble trying to figure out a response to that statement.

Sage: Update, she got a new partner I can no longer make the joke.

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Dakota: Sage, you do remember when we agreed we were better off as friends, right?

Sage, naked in Dakota's bed: No, I absolutely do not.

Dakota, already taking off his clothes: Fuck… Me neither.

Bloodbound

Kamilah: What did Jasmine do this time?

Lily: More like WHO did Jasmine do this time?

Dirty Little Secrets

Peg: Isn’t it weird that we can’t ride any other animal except horses? Like, if horses weren’t a thing, humans would be fucked cause we couldn’t ride any other animals. Like, riding animals wouldn’t really be a thing. We should probably be more grateful to horses.

Alyssa: Elephants.

Peg: Blocked.

Sadie: Camels.

Peg: Extra blocked.

Allison: Donkeys.

Peg: Ultra blocked.

Dick: That dick.

Peg: ...Followed.

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Dick: Relationships should be 50/50. Peg cooks us dinner while I sit on the kitchen counter looking pretty.

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Dick: We’re getting married, bitches!

Peg: And we're about to make it everybody else's problem.

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Sadie: Oh look who got laid last night.

Dick: That’s right chumps, missionary accomplished!

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Dick: I'm gonna have the chicken breasts!

Sadie, snickering: Yeah, eat what you lack.

Dick, deadpanning at Sadie: Then maybe I should order brains on delivery for you.

Shipwrecked

Manu: Smart is attractive. Educate me on something I don't know!

Aoto: The mouth of a jellyfish is also an anus.

Manu: Stop.

(Yes I did just come up with my SW m!MC's name on a whim solely for the purpose of using this quote for them. Say hi to Aoto Aiuchi everybody :DDDD)

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Aoto: If you bite it and you die, it's poisonous. If it bites you and you die, it's venomous.

Manu: What if it bites me and it dies?!

Aoto: Then you're poisonous. Jesus Christ, Manu, learn to listen.

Manu: What if it bites itself and I die?

Aoto: That's voodoo.

Manu: What if it bites me and someone else dies?

Aoto: That's correlation, not causation.

Manu: What if we bite each other and neither of us die?

Aoto: That's kinky.

Manu: Oh my god.

Endless Summer

Emilia: From now on we will be using code names.

Emilia: You can address me as Eagle One.

Emilia: Jake is “been there done that”.

Emilia: Raj is “currently doing that”.

Emilia: Craig is “it happened once in a dream”.

Emilia: Zahra is “if I had to pick a gal”.

Emilia: And Michelle is...

Emilia: Eagle Two

Michelle: Oh thank god.

America's Most Eligible

Jamie: I like your new pants!

Carson: Thanks, they were 50% off!

Jamie: I’d like them better if they were 100% off. *wink*

Carson: The store can’t just give away clothes for free.

Jamie: Thats’s… not what I meant.

Carson: That’s a terrible way to run a business, Jamie.

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MacKenzie: Truth or dare?

Jamie: Dare.

MacKenzie: I dare you to kiss the hottest person in the room.

Jamie: Hey Slater?

Slater, blushing: Yeah?

Jamie: Can you move? I'm trying to get to Carson.

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Jamie: I asked Carson out.

Bianca: Oh, I’m sorry.

Jamie: Why?

Bianca: Well, I assume he said no.

Jamie: No, he said yes.

Bianca: Really? Then I’m sorry for him.

Murder At Homecoming

Tyler: It’s Christmas! Are you all in a Christmas mood?!

Donovan: Merry crisis.

Stevie: Jingle bells, jingle bells, single all the way.

Peggy: Hoe hoe hoe.

Tyler: Guys, please.

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Peggy: Goodnight to the love of my life, Tyler, and fuck the rest of y'all.

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Peggy: My future partner must be brave, strong, intelligent, successful and organized.

Tyler: *accidentally steps on a caterpillar, and then proceeds to drop to his knees and sob while apologizing profusely*

Peggy: That one. I want that one.

[beevean]

Prompt: Isaac, during the three years alone, having sometimes dreams about Dracula praising him and telling him he is better than Hector and how blind he was and things like that. :)

Despite all, I can't seem to get used to the loneliness of my existence. They say that time heals all wounds; then why does it feel like a finger prying its nails in them?

Day and night have lost meaning for me, for my sleep is short, infrequent, and plagued. Indeed, I am no longer sure what is reality and what is fantasy.

When I close my eyes, Hector is in front of me, he rips me apart with his sword and holds my heart with a cruel, doting smile on his face. When I open them, he's still here, with his glistening hair and eyes burning like ice and lovely face coated in blood.

Why wouldn’t you leave me alone, Hector…? You abandoned me to die, yet you keep following me, yet I can’t reach you. It’s not fair.

I cling onto my Chauve-Souris until my knuckles crack; the scent of old blood soothes me and grounds me. Hector is not with me. He will not kill me again. My spear is my one companion. Even my children won't answer to my call anymore.

Ah, if He could see me, his most dutiful servant... would He be disgusted with me? Oh, my Lord, please, in Your infinite mercy to the cursed creatures like I am, please forgive me for my failure, and allow me to atone for my gravest sin.

I shy away from the heat of the fire, the absence of cold.

He visits me, one day.

Good boy...

My heart thrums in my chest. His voice, deep as a chasm, shakes my very insides. My knees can only buckle under the weight of His immense power.

Isaac, my Isaac... my precious, beloved Isaac. My best Forgemaster. The most loyal. Only you understand me and my plight...

His hand is like the chill of the wind storming outside. It brings me new life; I hold on it, I am allowed to touch it, and it leaves shivers in its passage.

Forgive me, Isaac, for not appreciating you more. I've been blinded by Hector.

And how could I not? I had been blinded by Hector too. I had been deceived, manipulated, tricked, as much as You were. Disgusting creature not worth to drink sewage for the rest of its wretched existence. I will kill it and bring You its head on my spear, I promise it on my life.

I realize now, how wonderful of a weapon you've been to me.

There is still time, my Lord! I will bring You back, and You will rule on this unworthy scorched land!

Bloodied fangs peek from His beautiful smile, my blood given to Him. He's plump and healthy thanks to me and me alone: I will nourish him until there is nothing left of me.

I was born for this. I was put on this miserable world so that You could draw life and heat from me.

Yes, you were. Good boy, Isaac. You make me proud.

I wake up with damp cheeks.

I smile, passing my fingers on my new metal collar.

I felt the need to make one for himself. Not for protection, as no creature would ever come to harm me, the tamer of demons. But it is a honor, a declaration to the world that forced me into hiding. No more. I have a reason to exist, and that reason is Lord Dracula.

I wear the collar and chains with pride. The chains tickle my collarbones and my ribs, and the collar feels like a cold hand tight on my throat. They are comforting, a symbol that I belong somewhere, and that somewhere is at Lord Dracula’s side. As long as I wear them, I will never be alone again.

The ungrateful world may have moved on, but not me. Not me. I will always be with You, my Lord. I will make You proud.

[angelasscribbles]

A little bird told me that's it your birthday, so...

Can't believe it's been another year!! Where the heck does the time go...?

I know you have not been focusing on TRR as much recently, but I wanted to celebrate by putting together a bit of a collage of the amazing stories and relationships you've built over the past 3 (...4?) years on Tumblr!

So, sit back and enjoy!

I know these are your normal ships, but I couldnt resist adding in some BR Riley x Leo as well 😆

And... last but not least, some incorrect quotes to top it all off! Hopefully I've managed to find some new ones you haven't seen before!

Just Riley

Riley: I love saying 'fuck me' because it can either be sexual or self-loathing and those are two things that describe me perfectly.

Riley: To everyone who has treated me poorly; I am sexier than you.

Riley: If we were in prison you guys would be like my bitches.

Riley x Liam

Liam: *banging a pen on the table out of frustration* Riley: Stop that. How would YOU feel if I banged you on the table? Liam: I— I don’t know the correct answer to that question.

Riley: I know every song to ever exist it doesn't matter if it's from the past, present or the future. Liam: Oh yeah? Then continue this. Liam: I don't cook I don't clean- Riley: So let me tell you how I got this ring. Riley & Liam: ..... Riley & Liam: GOBBLE ME, SWALLOW ME-

Riley x Drake

Riley: Hey, wanna take a shower with me? Drake: I have a gun in that nightstand beside the bed. If I ever say no to that question, I want you to take it out and shot me because I’ve obviously gone crazy.

Riley: What’s your body count? Drake: Do you mean sex or murder?

Riley x Max

Riley: You look good in that hoodie. Maxwell: You know where else I'd look good? Riley, zero hesitation: My bed. Maxwell, at the same time: By your side- wait, what?

Maxwell: Heh, Riley sneezes like a girl. Riley: How about I pound you like boy? Riley: That didn’t come out right.

Riley x Rashad

Riley: I committed all 7 deadly sins in 30 minutes. Rashad: Wow, I've gotta hear this. Riley: I was angry and envious of my neighbor so I lazily seduced his wife and ate all his groceries and didn't share. Rashad: You forgot pride. Riley: No, I'm pretty proud of this.

Rashad, barging in: Syphilis! Riley: Rashad: Riley: Pardon?

Riley x Leo

Leo: There are 20 letters in the alphabet, right? Riley: Nope, there's 26. Leo: Ah, I must have forgotten U, R, A, Q, T. Riley: Aww, that's cute, but you're still missing one. Leo: You'll get the D later ;).

Riley: Know why I called you in here? Leo: Because I accidentally sent you a dick pic. Riley: *Stops pouring two glasses of wine.* Accidentally?

OH, my gosh!! Those images are fantastic! (Also, funny story, a Leo x Riley x Drake idea has been percolating in my head.....)

The quotes were all good, espeically the "Do you mean sex or murder?" (So spot on for BR Drake!)

But this....

Maxwell: Heh, Riley sneezes like a girl. Riley: How about I pound you like boy? Riley: That didn’t come out right.

made me snort laugh!

I think it came out just right! (still want to write a Riley x Max pegging scene....)

Thank you so much for this! Seriously, day made!!

[starchilddante]

You know what really doesn't make sense? People understand the idea of "negative historical connotation" in the context of race (such as the n-word or making a joke about asian people eating cats) gender (such as saying "like a girl" or making fun of someone by calling something girly) politics (mocking a veteran) and a million other things, but can't get it through their head that the same thing applies to the queer community?

I have a semi-religious straight cisgender friend who constantly makes jokes about me being sinful, gross, or how you know, "God hates pride" every time I bring up my queer identity. When I voiced disagreement, he immediately got pissy. Saying that my victim mentality is the reason people don't feel sorry for queers anymore.

First of all, I didn't ask you to feel sorry for me. I asked you to stop making jokes like that because even if they don't personally harm me, they enable abusers to continue their toxic behavior under the guise of a joke. While you may not mean anything by saying, "Oh, wow, that's a little gay," Some people do use that phrase to hurt others. I also just don't appreciate my queerness constantly being turned into a joke, because it honestly proves we can't have a honest discussion about it because you don't agree.

Then this guy tells me I need to learn to take a joke. And again, I explain to him why it might be a joke in this context, he still needs to be mindful and I would feel wrong not saying something because my queer identity is not a joke, and regardless of whether or not I'm a victim, there are queer people who became victims, and his language supports genuine homophobia, even if he is not homophobic/transphobic/whateverphobic (though I'm pretty sure he is.)

Part of me is tempted to basically make him lose my number, but I want to educate people. I want them to understand. I don't understand what's so hard to get about it being the same level of inappropriate as using the n-word or calling someone girly as an insult. (I mean, I do know. He's homophobic and it's easier for him to make jokes and get mad then admit it.)

Idk I guess I'm just venting or whatever I just get so tired of this conversation every time I make any reference to being queer. The problem is, I know it's not well-intentioned, whatever he may say. There's a difference between friendly ribbing (which is far more acceptable coming from other queer friends, of course) and genuine insulting jokes. He gets it, I'm sure, he just refuses to admit it.

Anyway, I'm proud as hell to be queer and I'll stand up for everyone who has given up their lives so I can say so without risk of death. On top of that, I'll keep saying if for those who still do risk death if their families were to find out, and for everyone who is still in the closet.

I'm here, I'm queer, and I sure as hell won't tolerate your bullshit just because I know who I am.

[fandomloversworld]

BBS incorrect quotes. part 2.

Brock: I put the pun in punishment

Tyler: I put the top in unstoppable.

Vanoss: I put the cue in execute.

Delirious: I put the sexy in dyslexia.

Brian: I put the ass in class.

Nogla: I put the d in brock.

*In minecraft*

Brock: Oh Snickerdoodle! (Nogla's chat) we have a visitor!

Snickerdoodle: Don't tell me it's Brian.

Brock: it's Brian.

Brian: LOWERCASE LETTERS ARE FOR THE LOWER CLASS!

Brock: And here we have a capitalist.

Cody: Did you just-

Lanai: Let us all take a moment to appreciate that all of human history, human language, and the universe itself aligned to make this joke possible.

Tyler: I called you ten times! Why didn't you pick up?

Marcel: *remembers dancing to the ringtone*

Marcel: I didn't hear it.

Brian: Legend says that when you can't sleep, it means your awake in someone else's dreams.

Brian: When I find out who you are, I'm going to punch you in the face.

Panda: There are no friends when playing board games. I am here to win.

Delirious: Remember, if you die in the simulation-

Marcel: Yeah, yeah, I know, if you die in the simulation you die in real life.

Delirious: What? No! You need to reset the simulation with the terminal! what is WRONG with you?!

Nogla: Being gay isn't a choice. It's a game and I'm winning.

Marcel: What's the one thing I told you not to do?

Tyler: Burn the house down.

Marcel: And what did you do?

Tyler: I made dinner.

Marcel:

Tyler:

Marcel:

Tyler: And burnt the house down.

Vanoss: I committed all 7 deadly sins in 30 minutes.

Brian: Wow I gotta hear this.

Vanoss: I was angry and envious of my neighbor so I lazily seduced

his wife and ate all his groceries and didn't share.

Brian: You forgot pride.

Vanoss: No, I'm prety proud of this.

Cartoonz: Do I consider myself attractive? Yes. But would I have sex with my clone? Also yes.

Squirrel: Heh, panda sneezes like a girl.

Panda: How about I pound you like a boy?

Panda: That didn't come out right.

Delirious: if we were in prison, you guy would be like my bitches.

Squirrel: It doesn't havea boe.

Cartoonz: Then why is it called a boner?

Vanoss: If you bite it and you die, It's poisonous. If it bites you and you die, it's venomous.

Nogla; What if it bites me and it dies?

Vanoss: Then your poisonous. Jesus Christ, Nogla, learn to listen.

Cartoonz: What if it bites itself and i die?

Vanoss: That's voodoo.

Gorillaphent: What if it bites me and someone else dies?

Vanoss: That's correlation, not causation.

Delirious: What if we bite each other and neither of us die?

Vanoss: That's kinky!

Cody: Oh my god.

Part 1 on account!

(I'm sorry this took so long)

[gashface]

Hey beautiful people,

to celebrate pride month, this weeks theme was 'PRIDE', and it was so lovely seeing your models embracing their identities, sexualities and telling their stories.

Onto the results! This week I was looking for edits that embrace your models story, whether it be their sexuality or their experience. This week, everyone made me just so proud to be apart of the community.

Charline Morel by @cyazurai

Iris, the Greek personification of the rainbow and messenger of the gods alongside Hermes. She is a goddess with few of her own mythologies, and worshiped very rarely, unlike most other gods. Also unlike many of the other gods, she does not have any specific stories involving homosexuality - at least, none that have been preserved in the annals of mythology. She was known as a virgin goddess, and the loyal handmaiden of Hera. Once the primary messenger to the gods, when Hermes came along she took the opportunity to dedicate her service to Hera. In some myths, it was said that she had a husband, Zephyrus - but said husband is known for his unrequited love for the spartan prince Hyacinthus (who was in love with another god, Apollo). Two gods, in love with another, but finding comfort in each other. And perhaps, Iris could be the personification of the Pride rainbow, too.

POINTS

ORIGINALITY: 9/10

STORY: 5/10

EXECUTION: 9/10

STYLE: 9/10

Parker Winston by @morgynemberisagenderfluiddaddy

Since I was a kid, I knew I was "different." I didn't know what words like "bisexual" or "gay" meant, all I knew was that they were things my parents didn't approve of. As I got older, I learned those words, and I learned the awful connotation that came with them. I was called a delinquent, I was told I was greedy, that I was somehow sinful for the way I was born. Things were assumed about me; that I could never be a good father or a significant other, that I was a cheater and/or a whore. I was told a lot of shit, and I believed a lot of shit, but I'm here to tell you know of it is true. We are all so much more than our sexualities! We are your loved ones and your worst enemies. We are sinners and saints. We are fire and ice. We are liars and honest. We are evil and good. We are different and the same. Perfectly contradictory, but perfectly blended together. We are everything, everyone, and anything in between!

POINTS

ORIGINALITY: 8/10

STORY: 10/10

EXECUTION: 7/10

STYLE: 8/10

Ember Arendse by @wolfrynn313

Ember: "I always try to attend the pride celebrations in San Myshuno when I can! Pride is something very close to my heart due to the fact that it's a time of the year where I, along with many others, can celebrate our sexual orientations and identities (And this very much includes Ace people as well!). That having been said, I am sadly all too aware that not everybody is fortunate enough to have accepting blood relatives embrace them, which is why it has been so important to me to support my brother Phoenix, who came out as bisexual four years ago; and now that he's 18 I've finally been able to introduce him to my favourite gay club" (pictured)

POINTS

ORIGINALITY: 8/10

STORY: 10/10

EXECUTION: 8/10

STYLE: 8/10

Dillion Carter by @mewo-ita

Their tiny, punk-rock band hadn’t started out very prideful. How could it be when it consisted of closeted and queer jocks, nerds, and cheerleaders from their high-school? They were first bought together by a non-binary punk transfer student— Dillion. Each song, outfit and neopronoun they shared in secret went against their assigned roles by society; both inside and out of school. Each member’s shared love for music outweighed the other’s socioeconomic stereotypes. However, they insulted each other and got into arguments constantly in the beginning. Multiple times someone had left only to come back a few days later. But the actions that had once held deep shame, denial, and phobias blossomed into confidence and acceptance after all the commonalities and time spent together. It wasn’t strange these days to find them in a group cuddle after practice, at a sleepover, or just hanging out as friends in public. By the time they were in college, their group of outsiders had turned into a close-knit family. For once in the years of all the questions and hiding, the teens found themselves happy they weren’t “normal.” Today was the day they would go public with their band while in front of a live audience. With a shared nod, they stood tall in their poses and bright grins as the instrumental of "Moonlight Densetsu" kicked in. What was there to be afraid of when they had each other?

POINTS

ORIGINALITY: 10/10

STORY: 10/10

EXECUTION: 9/10

STYLE: 8/10

GOOD WORK EVERYONE!~

This weeks prompt just brought me so much joy seeing each and every one of the edits. I applaud you all for the dedication <3 Thank you everyone who did submit this week, this was my fave prompt so far! I can't wait to see what you creative legends make for week 5!

INFORMATION FOR THE NEXT PROMPT WILL BE RELEASED AROUND 10:00PM AEST 18th of June [Keep in mind, this will be the 17th for many of you haha]

This week's prompt hint!

That's all guys! Can't wait to see what everyone does for WEEK 5!

- Buddy

[gatekeeper-watchman]

Daily Devotionals for September 5, 2023

Proverbs: God's Wisdom for Daily Living

Devotional Scripture:

Proverbs 24:7-8 (KJV): 7 Wisdom is too high for a fool: he openeth not his mouth in the gate. 8 He that deviseth to do evil shall be called a mischievous person. Proverbs 24:7-8 (AMP): 7 Wisdom is too high for a fool; he opens not his mouth in the gate (where the city's rulers sit in judgment). 8 He who plans to do evil will be called a mischief-maker.

Thought for the Day

Verse 7 - As we have seen earlier, elders presiding over the affairs of a city in Biblical times met within its broad gates. Fools, then as now, would have had no opinion to offer in a public case and would certainly not have been invited to any discussion by the elders. Humility is a prerequisite to knowing God and obtaining His wisdom. Because fools are full of pride and do not want to take the low place, wisdom is unattainable for them. "Yea, all of you be subject one to another, and be clothed with humility...God resisteth the proud, and giveth grace to the humble" (1 Peter 5:5).

In Christ, we are promised His wisdom. The man who rejects Christ is the greatest fool of all since we receive not only redemption and righteousness in Him, but also access to His wisdom and knowledge. In Christ, old things pass away and all things become new. We now have redemption, righteousness, love, peace, joy, health, provision, and victory over sin and the devil. It is an awesome thing that the Lord has done for us. When we walk in the spirit and demonstrate His love and power, we could be tempted to glory in how God is using us, but we are admonished not to glory in what we are doing, but rather glory in our God who made it all possible. "But of him are ye in Christ Jesus, who of God is made unto us wisdom, and righteousness, and sanctification, and redemption: That, according as it is written, He that glorieth, let him glory in the LORD" (1 Corinthians 1:30-31).

Verse 8 - Good or bad, nothing is accomplished without a plan, and devising one takes time and effort. What we plan in our hearts, we usually act upon. It is bad enough to unintentionally cause harm, but to spend time planning it to deliberately perform it is much worse. Satan, the master planner of mischief, never ceases to devise evil against us as well. We can offset his schemes and weapons by praying and standing against him with God's Word. I daily declare in faith that "No weapon formed against me shall prosper" based on Isaiah 54:17. Notice the word "formed" used in this scripture. Before a builder lays concrete, he first builds "forms" into which to pour the concrete into. When it hardens, it takes the shape of those forms. Satan continuously "forms" plans against us, but we can destroy those "forms" before he has a chance to build a stronghold against us. "But no weapon that is formed against you shall prosper, and every tongue that shall rise against you in judgment you shall show to be in the wrong. This [peace, righteousness, security, triumph over opposition] is the heritage of the servants of the Lord [those in whom the ideal Servant of the Lord is reproduced]; this is the righteousness or the vindication which they obtain from Me [this is that which I impart to them as their justification], says the Lord" (Isaiah 54:17, AMP).

Prayer Devotional for the Day

Dear heavenly Father, thank you for all of the wonderful things You have done for me. I do appreciate Your wisdom, Your love, Your provision, and Your watch-care over my life and my family. I am grateful that no weapon formed against me prospers. Lord, I humble myself before You and ask You to help me to walk in Your ways and not yield to the temptations that the devil would whisper to me. Lord, I especially resist any of his remarks that would attempt to lift me in pride. Lord, may You always receive the glory for those things that You are doing in my life and this ministry. May You be glorified in all that I do. I ask this in the name of the Lord, Jesus Christ. Amen. From: Steven P. Miller @ParkermillerQ,  gatekeeperwatchman.org Founder of Gatekeeper-Watchman International Groups Monday, September 4, 2023, Jacksonville, Florida., Duval County, USA. Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/groups/Sparkermiller.JAX.FL.USA, https://www.facebook.com/StevenParkerMillerQ Instagram: steven_parker_miller_1956, Twitter: @GatekeeperWatchman1, @ParkermillerQ, https://twitter.com/StevenPMiller6 Tumblr: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/gatekeeperwatchman, https://www.tumblr.com/gatekeeper-watchman, https://www.pinterest.com/GatekeeperWatchman1/ #GWIG, #GWIN, #GWINGO, #Ephraim1, #IAM, #Sparkermiller, #Eldermiller1981

[explorya88]

**Warning: Content Advisory**

This fanfic contains sensitive and serious themes that may be difficult for some readers. If you are uncomfortable with topics such as [Violence, moral questionable behaviors, explicit contents and many others], it's advisable to reconsider reading further. Your well-being is important to me, and i encourage you to prioritize your emotional health. Take care, and thank you for understanding.

This short tale is placed fourth months after Darius went M.I.A.

Pride: The Morning Star

Seed of Divashma: Vinca how are doing?

Vinca: Nothing that you should know!

Seed of Divashma: Right stubborn, stubborn and more stubborn lady pride the proudful one.

Vinca is aware of being described by everyone who know or heard about her, as a woman who personifies the sin of pride. To quote a fashion magazine she had read out of boredom: Vinca demeanor radiates an unwavering sense of self-worth, as if she were the embodiment of pride itself. With every step, she exudes an air of superiority, her posture erect and her gaze piercing, as though she holds herself above all others. Her words are laced with haughtiness, and she rarely acknowledges the accomplishments or opinions of those around her, firmly ensconced in her own elevated self-image. It's as if pride courses through her veins, shaping her every action and word. Of course she is proud of herself, she is the prodigy child, an internationally successful successful model, she and Deadly Sin circus are the hottest and most popular act in all of U.S.A., the nightmare and terror of the demons who can only obey them or die . She then looks at her wonderful, sweet and beautiful woman Dracaena sleeping peacefully. Vinca smiles, seeing Dracaena sleeping peacefully. She can't help but be filled with pride for her lover. They have been together for so long, and she has never met anyone who could make her heart beat faster like Dracaena does. She reaches out and caresses Dracaena's hair, trying her best to resist the temptation to wake her up, so she goes to at the windowsill reflecting on the events of the last few days...

Vinca: I look at Dracaena, I feel my pride fade away. What if she doesn't love me anymore? What if she finds someone else, someone more worthy?

I push these doubts away, but they lurk in the back of my mind, like a demon waiting to strike. I realize then that love isn't just a feeling. It's a choice, a decision to cherish and appreciate the person in front of you, flaws and all. And I choose to love Dracaena with all my heart, because she deserves it.

Seed of Divashma: Then why are so small, afraid of your own shadow and always two step away to give up everything? Oh, wait now i got it, effectively since you caught Yvette comforting Dracaena after your mishap days ago that lead this night, so the things are...

You are afraid to lose yout best friend Yvette because you never realized her feelings about your girlfried and you're kicking yourself, consider yourself a blind fool and and an almight idiot since then.

Alternatively, you are afraid that Dracaena will see you in this pathetic state and dump you for someone better than you, maybe your best friend Yvette.

The combination of the above options.

Vinca: F*** you! Who are for telling me this? You know who i am? I am Vinca! I'm Pride Sin Assassin and....

Seed of Divashma: Someone who need help, luckly for you, my creator and your benefactor Tyrant Darius gift you with me and implant me in you throught...i can't say it, this is spoiler!

Vinca: How? Why? What do you mean? Explain yourself because you're kinda losing me here.

Seed of Divashma: Of course, my creator Tyrant Darius is very grateful of the fact that you're protecting his girlfriend and him from his `so called friends`, so he gift you with the possibility to free you from all your foolish chains whose name are morality, restraints, shame and leaving behind all your regrets and dread. You can finally take what is yours! Money, foods, clothes, animals and you can be the wife for Dracaena...and for Yvette.

Vinca: Yvette? What does all this have to do with her?

Seed of Divashma: ARE YOU DAFT VINCA WREN!?! Oh, i'm sorry you got difficult days and nobody to confide but don't worry merge with me, become your true self and you can love them as they deserve and they'll love you as you deserve as well and as bonus you will have the power to steal souls, use them in any ways you want!

Vinca reflected at the Seed of Divashma's enticing proposition, the words echoing in her mind like a haunting melody. The promise of true self-discovery and unconditional love stirred conflicting emotions within her. The idea of merging and gaining unimaginable power tempted her weary soul, yet the darkness of stealing souls gave her pause.

Seed of Divashma: Why resist? Embrace your true self. Imagine the power you could wield, the love you could experience without limits.

In that moment of contemplation, Vinca grappled with the choice between surrendering to the allure of forbidden power or reject it.

Vinca: But at what cost? Is the promise of power worth sacrificing the essence of who I am?

The Seed of Divashma reveled in its subtle influence, a quiet chuckle resonating within the recesses of its essence as Vinca's internal struggle unfolded. It patiently continued to weave its persuasive threads, subtly coaxing her towards the tantalizing prospect of merging and embracing the potent transformation that awaited her. The shadows of temptation danced around Vinca's thoughts, as the seed of Divashma sowed the seeds and nurture Vinca's dark desires.

Seed of Divashma: Vinca, dear Vinca, true freedom awaits when you yield to the shadows. Let it go, and the world will be yours to shape.

Vinca: Yet i'm still conviced by your offerings seed of Divashma.

Recognizing Vinca's lingering doubts and stubbornness, the seed of Divashma sharpened its influence, preparing to unleash a compelling dream, a carefully crafted tapestry of desires and aspirations. In the realm of slumber, it wove scenes of unimaginable power, unconditional love, and a self-realization that transcended any mortal constraints.

Dream sequence:

Worshipper 1: We worship you, Goddess Vinca, we follow your teachings and abide by your laws!

Worshipper 2: Our love and adoration for you are boundless, Your Excellency! We are honored to be in your presence!

Vinca, sitting on her throne, smiled warmly at her followers, feeling their love and devotion. She spoke in a calm and loving tone.

Vinca: Thank you, my lovelies. It warms my heart to know that you are so faithful to me. Your devotion and obedience bring me great joy. You have brought me a gift worthy of my divine power. I thank you for this prisoner whose ability to control plants shall be of great use in overseeing my kingdom.

She motioned to the prisoner.

Vinca: Come forward, prisoner. What is your name and where do you hail from?

The man ignored her question and fight for his life by impaling her with a tree but she casually block his attack and het body shifted into a flowing slime, covering the man like a cocoon. The man is stunned by the display of power.

Prisoner: What magic is this?

Vinca is amused by the man's confusion. She replies in a patronizing tone.

Vinca: This is the manifestation of my divinity, fool. You should be grateful that I'm allowing you a glimpse of my true power. Now, it's time to be assimilated by me.

The man struggles to break free of the viscous slime that envelops him, his desperation growing with each passing moment. Vinca is amused by his futile efforts. She speaks in a tone that conveys both disdain and pleasure.

Vinca: Are you really so foolish to think you can defeat me? I am a goddess and you are but a mortal. Your struggles amuse me, so continue struggling, I will allow it. She smiles, relishing in the man's helplessness.

The man continues to struggle but his efforts are futile, the worshippers are captivated by the man's futile and pathetic attempts to break free from the goddess's grasp. They watch his efforts with sadistic glee, mocking him as he struggles.

Worshippers 3: Useless fool. See how helpless you are against the power of our goddess.

They enjoy the display of the man's hopeless situation. Vinca continues to revel in her power and watches the whole situation with amusement.

Vinca: Be entertained, my worshippers, take pleasure in this man's weakness!

She says, enjoying the suffering of the man. The man continues to fight, but his effort is futile. He tries to escape but is held firm by Vinca's power. His blows have no effect on her, and he grows weaker with each blow as his energy is drained by Vinca's absorption. The worshippers, however, are enraptured by the scene. They watch in silence, mesmerized by the power of their goddess and the man's futile struggles.

Worshipers: See how helpless the mortal man is against the power of the divine Vinca.

One of the worshippers says, delight in their eyes.

Worshipers 4: is life force is being used to nourish the divine power of our Goddess.

The man's power is slowly absorbed, his life force fueling the power of the goddess. The worshippers watch in awe as the man's power is slowly assimilated by the divine power of their goddess. Once the man's power is fully consumed, the goddess Vinca rises from her throne and smiles. She speaks in a commanding tone to her worshippers.

Vinca: It is done. I have absorbed the power of this foolish mortal and now it is mine. I shall now create a kingdom that is beyond mortal comprehension, fueled by the power of my plants. You, my loyal worshippers, shall be the rulers of this kingdom, and I will be your patron goddess.

The worshippers cheer, delighted at her decision to create a kingdom that exceeds the mortal realm. Then the dream shifts and Vinca is in a large double bed all made of gold and the bones of her enemies. Together with her are deadly Yvette and sweet Dracaena naked and enjoying a talk about their day: conquered lands, enemies slayed and tributes from worshippers. Dracaena is reclining on the bed, a mischievous look on her face. Yvette, on the other hand, is sitting upright, leaning on one elbow and eyeing Dracaena with a playful smile.

Yvette: It's been a good day, my dear Dracaena. We've taken some impressive territory and received some wonderful tributes. But that's not all we'll be getting tonight. I know you have something on your mind, Dracaena.

Yvette winks and wiggles her eyebrows suggestively.

Dracaena: Oh, do I now?

Dracaena replies with a sultry chuckle, as Vinca asked what's in her mind Dracaena kiss both of them, the atmosphere in the room is charged with desire and anticipation. Vinca and Dracaena remove their clothes with a playful smile, feeling the heat of Yvette's body behind them. As the women undress, their eyes are locked on Yvette, who returns their gaze with a playful, provocative smile.

Yvette: Are you ready for tonight, ladies?

Yvette asks, her voice slightly husky with lust. They all lay on the bed Vinca and Dracaena kiss each other wildly and With Yvette's enthusiastic rubbing, Dracaena lets out an excited gasp.

Dracaena: This is such a wonderful night, my wives.

She purrs in ecstasy, her pleasure evident in her voice.

Vinca: Let's give each other all our love and affection.

Vinca pulls Dracaena closer to her, their lips lock in a passionate kiss as they are lost in their moment. At the same time, Yvette leans in and starts kissing Dracaena's neck and shoulders. It is a time of passion, pleasure and contentment. Yvette reached out her hand and grabbed ahold of the tip of Dracaena’s tail. She began to massage it with her fingers, tracing circles around the scaly skin. She then brought it closer to her and slowly began to lick the tip sensually.Vinca stepped up behind Dracaena and placed her hands on her breasts. She started to massage them tenderly, sending waves of pleasure through Dracaena’s entire body. As she did this, Dracaena reached her hands around and began to return the favor to Vinca, slowly massaging her breasts. Then Dracaena is enveloped in the warm embrace of Vinca and Yvette, their bosom acting as a comforting pillow. The sensations she feels as their hands massage her head are simultaneously pleasurable and soothing. As she is surrounded by the two women, Dracaena feels loved, supported, and cherished. As she allows herself to completely relax, she feels her mind and body becoming more attuned and grounded, Dracaena's tail enwraps Vinca's bottom, a wave of pleasure shoots through her. At the same time her hands work magic on Yvette bottom, massaging and squeezing it.

Vinca: Oh, my dear Dracaena, your touch is sublime.

Vinca smiles, feeling both the warmth of Dracaena's tail and the delight of Yvette's touch.

Yvette: I'm glad you enjoy it, Vinca and Dracaena. But I have something further in mind for both of you.

Yvette responds with a sly grin, the tone of her voice sends a shiver of anticipation through Dracaena. Vinca summons her peafowl tail, the room fills with the sound of rustling feathers. The peacock is a symbol of royalty and perfection, and its presence adds a sense of decadence and luxury to the scene. Yvette, on the other hand, is not one to be outdone. She summons her nine-tailed fox, a symbol of passion and seduction. The nine tails of the fox are a sight to behold, sending a shiver of desire through Dracaena. The sight of both the peafowl and nine-tailed fox only intensifies the sense of anticipation and desire in the room. As the peafowl and nine-tailed fox keep Dracaena still, Yvette and Vinca take charge. Their skills and experience are on display as they sensually massage and kiss Dracaena, leaving her breathless with desire. The room is filled with sounds of pleasure and delight, as the women work their magic on Dracaena. The atmosphere becomes more charged with each passing moment, as Dracaena's breath becomes more rapid and her moans more intense. As the women's attention is focused on Dracaena, it's as if the rest of the world melts away, and all that matters is the pleasure.

Vinca: Freedom, love, absolute power...all mine!!!

In the ethereal realm of dreams, Vinca's resistance crumbled beneath the weight of the seed of Divashma's persuasive vision. Seduced by the allure of power and unconditional love, she eagerly embraced the shadowy tendrils that promised to redefine her existence. As the merging process commenced, an otherworldly energy enveloped Vinca, uniting her essence with the potent force of the seed of Divashma

Dream end.

In that pivotal moment, the boundaries between Vinca and the seed of Divashma blurred, creating a merging that echoed with newfound strength and mysterious potential. The dream's intoxicating symphony became a reality, and Vinca, now intertwined with the seed of Divashma's essence, stood at the threshold of a transformative journey into the realms of both darkness and unimaginable power.

Vinca: I AM PRIDE THE MORNING STAR!!! Everyone and everything will knee before, the weak shall be cleansed of all it's weakness, i will strip and assimilate the power of the unworthy and i will create an army that will conquer the world!!!

Tyrant Darius: I'm happy you love THIS much my gift.

Vinca: Darius, you goddamn shitting fuc* idiot, you have the slightest idea how worried Fang is?

Tyrant Darius: I know, i talked to her in her but as much i desire to be her right now but first Kozholok must die otherwise we can never be together forever.

Vinca: Touché but why are you contact me? Isn't for chit chat for sure.

Tyrant Darius: Clever as ever Vinca, first i want to thank you for protecting Fang, second like you said you will go to create an army worth of you and your future kingdom, third defeat and assimilate Nitsa so you can become the Pride Demon Goddess and oh fourth from this night and onward you will me call Tyrant Darius the Dark Prince, the Lord of Excess, the Master of Pleasure and Perfection Incarnate.

Vinca: I can simply call you Tyrant Darius? Your name is kinda mounthful to remember and pronounce.

Tyrant Darius: You can do it my friend, but for everyone else other than you (deadly sin of circus, night of sin circus and our loved ones) they will be annihilated, obliterated and swept away!!!

Vinca: A bit theatrical my sovereign.

Tyrant Darius: I blame your sister for the bad influence, still mark my words Vinca, you and our fellow friends aren't my subordinates but my fellow Demon Deity Sovereigns. Now go, became what you meant to be.

With Tyrant Darius gone to do his business Vinca proced to go find, strip and assimilate the power of the unworthy. So Vinca stood and waited, hidden in the shadows, his mind racing. He knew that Lucio would come around the corner, completely unaware that he was about to face Vinca, a being more powerful than he could fathom. As soon as Lucio appeared, Vinca stepped out of the shadows and used his paralyzing abilities to stop him in his tracks. Then, with lightning-fast precision, he broke Lucio's arms and legs, ensuring he was immobilized.

Vinca: Foolish mortal, i have come for your power Vinca spoke, his voice dripping with malice. Don't waste your breath, human. Your pleas are meaningless to me.

With a mocking tone, Vinca spoke, his gaze locking onto Lucio's with an unflinching stare.

Vinca: I am Pride the Morning Star, a being far beyond your comprehension. And your power? It is merely a trinket in my eyes. I take what I want, and you have no say in the matter.

The look in Vinca's eyes showed that she was fully committed and utterly merciless. As she spoke, she created a tongue from her shadow and it lapped at Lucio's flesh like a hungry wolf, Vinca's tongue continued its relentless licking, Lucio's struggles and defiance gradually began to fade. He could feel his strength fading, and his will to resist weakening.

Vinca: So, what do you have to say now? Where is your defiance, your fighting spirit? Or have you finally realized the hopelessness of your situation?

The question was more a taunt than a genuine inquiry. Vinca's dominance was absolute, and Lucio had no choice but to submit to it.

Lucio: I yield.

He finally relented, his voice barely more than a whisper. Vinca's malevolent grin widened as she commanded her shadows to methodically envelop Lucio, relishing in the impending demise and the absorption of his power. Vinca's chilling laughter echoed as Lucio struggled in the murky abyss of her shadows.

Vinca: Oh, Lucio, savor the illusion of escape. Sink into the darkness; your power will soon be mine, and your resistance, a mere memory.

She taunted, reveling in his futile efforts, Lucio, gasping for breath, managed a defiant glare.

Lucio: You won't break me.

He spat out, determination in his eyes. Vinca chuckled, a sound that sent shivers down Lucio's spine.

Vinca: Bravery in the face of defeat. How amusing.

She raised her hand, and the shadows responded, pulling Lucio even deeper into their inky grasp.

Vinca: Your resistance only adds to my delight!

As the shadows continued their slow, suffocating descent, Lucio felt his strength waning. Vinca leaned in, her voice a venomous whisper.

Vinca: Embrace the darkness, Lucio. It's futile to fight. Your power will become a part of me.

The air grew heavy with the impending absorption, and Lucio's struggles weakened. Vinca's eyes glowed with a dark triumph, relishing the moment she would assimilate not just his power but his very essence, as the shadows completed their conquest, Lucio's form dissolved into the darkness, his essence merging seamlessly with Vinca's malevolent power. Vinca, now imbued with newfound strength, threw her head back and let out a triumphant, echoing cackle that resonated through the night.

Vinca: Your essence now flows within me Lucio, a mere whisper in the symphony of my dominance. I am the night's mistress, the one who commands the unseen. Your feeble attempts to defy me were but an amusement, a fleeting moment in the grand tapestry of my supremacy, the shadows bow to my will, and now, so too shall the world.

With newfound vigor, Vinca, hide herself in shadows, set her sights on the horizon, her gaze sharp and hungering for the next source of power. A predatory smile curved her lips as she surveyed the world around her, seeking the next unsuspecting prey to add to her growing power arsenals.

Vinca: The night is vast, and there are many yet untouched by the grasp of my shadows.

She mused, her voice carrying an insidious undertone. Vinca, now a living embodiment of darkness, moved with an ethereal grace as she advanced into the unknown, ready to entwine her essence with the next unfortunate soul who crossed her path. The air itself seemed to quiver with anticipation as Vinca, Pride the Morning Star, embarked on her relentless quest for dominion, each step echoing the ominous rhythm of her insatiable thirst for power, sensed another powerful unworthy wielder of a good power Vinca,, approached with a calculated demeanor. With a sinister smile, she unleashed a shadowy tendril that wrapped around Maria a wielder of magnetic power, rendering her magnetic abilities inert. The air crackled with suppressed energy as Vinca reveled in her newfound advantage.

Vinca: Ah, Maria, Your magnetic `charm` is quite impressive, but in the realm of shadows, it pales in comparison. Your power now belongs to me, a mere puppet in my grand design.

Vinca purred, her voice dripping with malevolence, adMaria stood paralyzed, Vinca circled her, relishing the helplessness in Maria's eyes.

Vinca: You thought you could defy the inevitable, but here you are, ensnared by the very darkness you underestimated. How does it feel to be at the mercy of a superior force?

Vinca's taunts echoed in the stillness, the shadows amplifying her words as she continued to tighten her grip on Maria. Vinca, reveling in her dominance, extended a shadowy tendril with a swift, calculated motion, the inky appendage lashed out, cracking through the air as it struck Maria with an unsettling precision the shadows, now wielded as a weapon, left a chilling imprint on Maria's paralyzed form.

Vinca: As you embraced your magnetic power, now feel the darkness.

Vinca sneered, each word punctuated by the echoing impact of her shadowy lash. The atmosphere pulsed with an eerie energy as Vinca continued her taunts, the shadows coiling around Maria like a serpent tightening its grip, Maria, unable to move, could only endure the torment inflicted by Vinca's malevolent power, with a sadistic glint in her eyes, Vinca continued to assert her dominance, the shadows responding with an unsettling obedience to her every whim, with a sinister command Vinca summoned shadowy manifestations resembling bees, their forms flickering in and out of darkness, buzzing with an otherworldly menace, and descended upon the paralyzed Maria. The shadows bees, fueled by Vinca's malice, stung with an ethereal venom that amplified Maria's torment, Vinca, the puppeteer of this macabre spectacle, watched with cold satisfaction as the shadow bees surrounded Maria, creating a haunting symphony of buzzing and Maria's muted gasps.

Vinca: Your resistance is futile. The shadows obey my every desire, and now they hunger for the remnants of your strength.

Vinca declared, her voice cutting through the eerie chorus, as the shadow bees continued their relentless assault, the shadow bees, driven by Vinca's cruel command, intensified their assault, with sharp, spectral stingers, they struck Maria with a relentless fury, as the stings carried a venomous darkness that permeated her being, amplifying the pain and torment, Vinca, observing Maria's agony with a sadistic satisfaction, spoke with a chilling calmness.

Vinca: Feel the venom of shadows coursing through you, Maria. Your strength is now a conduit for my malevolence.

The night air echoed with Maria's stifled cries as the shadow bees continued their relentless onslaught and with a final, malevolent flourish, Vinca commanded the shadow bees to coalesce into a serpent of darkness, the ethereal creature slithered toward the tormented Maria, its form undulating with an ominous grace. As it enveloped her, the serpent tightened its shadowy coils, and with a haunting gulp, Maria was swallowed whole and return to Vinca so she can assimilated the essence of Maria's magnetic power, once finished she felt the surge of strength coursing through her. A wicked smile played on her lips as she absorbed the last remnants of Maria's abilities, the night bore witness to the unholy transformation, shadows and stolen power merging seamlessly.

Vinca: Now, Maria, your existence is but a fading echo in the symphony of my dominion. Your power is mine and your demise, a testament of the might of Pride the Morning Star!

Then she decide to go a underground arena know to host fights with superpowered peoples. The air crackled with anticipation as she entered the dimly lit venue, shadows clinging to her like loyal servants, q sinister grin adorned Vinca's face as she surveyed the diverse array of superpowered individuals gathered for the clandestine clashes.

Vinca: Ah, an arena ripe with potential prey, pyrokinesis, acidkinesis, metalkines...

She mused, her eyes glinting with the hunger for more powers to assimilate, as the battles unfolded in the darkened arena, Vinca became the silent orchestrator of her own conquest, choosing her next targets with a predatory precision, shadows coiled around her, awaiting the inevitable moment when she would unleash their consuming embrace upon those who dared to challenge her. The underground arena, once a battleground for the powerful, now became the stage for Vinca's insatiable quest for dominance, each confrontation a step closer to her becoming a Demon Goddess, as the announcer was going to say the winner, in a malevolent display of power, Vinca's shadows surged forth, expanding with an eerie swiftness to engulf the entire underground arena, the announcer's voice wavered, the shadows cast a suffocating darkness, rendering both participants and spectators motionless. Vinca, now the undisputed sovereign of shadows, extended tendrils of darkness that transformed into serpentine tongues and with an unsettling grace, these shadowy appendages slithered through the immobilized crowd, licking and lapping at each individual like twisted lollipops. A perverse amusement danced in Vinca's eyes as she reveled in the discomfort of those caught in the shadows' intimate caress.

Vinca: Savor the taste of submission.

She whispered, her voice echoing through the paralyzed arena, the eerie spectacle unfolded as the shadow tongues explored, leaving a trail of shivers and unease in their wake, the once-mighty contenders and spectators, now subjects to Vinca's macabre whims, could only endure the unsettling sensation, their powers absorbed, their will subdued by the shadowy enchantment, in this unholy display, Vinca further solidified her dominion, leaving the underground arena tainted with the mark of her dark and insatiable conquest. Not satisfied enough, Vinca summon shadowy hands that materialized with an eerie dexterity, these insidious appendages set to work, expertly tickling and tormenting the immobilized individuals in the arena, laughter, both nervous and forced, filled the air as the shadow hands explored the vulnerability of those ensnared. Vinca, the puppeteer of this twisted performance, watched with sadistic glee as mirthful sounds mingled with the discomfort of her captive audience.

Vinca: Enjoy the amusement, my prey.

Vinca declared, her voice cutting through the echoing laughter as the once-mighty, now reduced to helpless playthings, squirmed under the ticklish embrace of the shadows, their powers drained and their spirits broken by Vinca's relentless pursuit of dominance, un this perverse spectacle, Vinca's shadowy whims became the unyielding law, and the underground arena transformed into a haunting theater of her malevolent rule. Then Vinca's conjured shadowy hands with a new, punishing purpose. With a wicked edge to her laughter, she orchestrated a macabre dance of spanks, each strike accompanied by mocking coos that taunted the once-mighty individuals now subjected to her whims.

Vinca: Weaklings, useless, patetic waste of powers.

Vinca sneered, her voice a venomous whisper, the shadows, like cruel instruments, administered spanks that echoed through the paralyzed arena, mingling with the awkward laughter turned to uncomfortable gasps. Her dominance asserted, Vinca reveled in their vulnerability.

Vinca: Oh, how the mighty have fallen.

She taunted, relishing in the spectacle of those who once thought themselves powerful, now reduced to playthings in the shadowy hands of their merciless conqueror and the underground arena, once a place of fierce competition, now bore witness to Vinca's sadistic carnival, a nightmarish display where laughter and mockery intertwined in the haunting symphony of her absolute rule. In a crescendo of malevolence, Vinca summoned a monstrous shadowy maw that materialized in the midst of the paralyzed crowd. The nightmarish mouth opened wide, its grotesque appearance striking fear into those who could only watch, helpless and immobilized and with a predatory hunger, the shadowy jaws crunched down on the unfortunate individuals, consuming them like macabre candies. Vinca's laughter echoed through the arena as the assimilation of powers continued, each victim adding to her growing arsenal.

Vinca: Delicious.

She murmured, the shadows pulsating with newfound strength, the once defiant and powerful beings were now nothing more than echoes in the abyss of Vinca's dominance, the grotesque feast unfolded, Vinca, now closer to demonic godhood, stood at the center of the darkened arena, a triumphant force that had swallowed both will and strength, leaving nothing but the haunting echoes of her conquest, a chilling silence settled over the paralyzed arena, broken only by Vinca's ominous laughter echoing through the shadows.

Vinca: Behold me, the true victor, No one here can escape the grasp of my dominion.

She declared, as she fully assimilate them and their powers. Then the shadows coiled around her, carrying the echoes of sorrow and torment, as Vinca, ventured forth to recruit those worthy enough to become Pride Demons and members of her army, so she warped where according to Dracaena lies the secret database of all sin assassins and seer assassins: in the Mirror Maze at Paradox Museum, as she venturing Vinca seeks the secret database hidden there. Vinca found the main pc, she sit and proced to find and analyze the best sin assassins and seer assassins with the best superpowers, her fingers dancing across the keyboard, mutters to herself in the glow of the main computer.

Vinca: Let's see... sin assassins, seer assassins. Ah, here we go. Sorting by superpowers now. This should reveal the cream of the crop.

Her eyes narrow with focus as she sifts through the data, searching for the perfect blend of skills and abilities. Two sin assassin whom are guarding this place attack her.

Sin Assassin 1: Intruder! You won't leave this place alive.

Sin Assassin 2: Prepare to face the consequences of trespassing, Vinca!!!

Vinca, calmly issuing commands as she if allow anyone to ambush her.

Vinca: Shadows, ensnare them. Paralyze but don't harm.

The room darkens as her shadowy ally swiftly responds to her command, immobilizing the attackers without causing harm, Vinca, undeterred, continues her search amidst the subdued sin assassins.

Vinca: Now, let's get back to business. I need the best of the best for my army.

As the shadows maintain their hold on the attackers, Vinca delves deeper into the database, determined to recruit formidable allies for her cause.

Sin Assassin 1: What... what is this darkness? I can't move.

Sin Assassin 2: Vinca, you won't break us with your shadows.

Vinca, calmly issuing commands: Shadows, gently sap their willpower. We need them subdued, not broken. The shadows, following Vinca's command, delicately wrap around the sin assassins' heads, draining their willpower without causing harm.

Sin Assassin 1, with weakening voice: Vinca... What... are you doing?

Sin Assassin 2, struggling to resist: This... darkness is... too much.

Vinca: Shadows, keep gently drain their willpower until they submit.

Vinca, undeterred, continues her mission amidst the eerie atmosphere of the Paradox Museum's Mirror Maze, while the shadows feed the seed of Divashma. The weakened sin assassins, drained of willpower, are exposed to the corrupting influence of the seed of Divashma, dark energy emanates from the seed of Divashma, weaving its tendrils around the subdued assassins, transforming them into loyal servants of Vinca, the aspiring Pride Demon Goddess.

Sin Assassin 1 (voice now tainted): Vinca... our allegiance is yours.

Sin Assassin 2 (eyes glazed with corruption): We serve... the Pride Demon Goddess.

Vinca, empowered by their newfound loyalty, proceeds with her mission, a growing army of corrupted sin assassins at her command, her fingers continue to dance across the keyboard as she analyzes the sin assassins in the secret database. The glow of the main computer illuminates her focused expression:

1) Name: Seraphina Smith

Gender: Female

Powers: Illusion casting, telekinesis, and energy draining.

2) Name: Thorne Ford

Gender: Male

Powers: Blood manipulation, enhanced strength, and regeneration.

3) Name: Vespera Johnson

Gender: Bigender

Powers: Cryomancy.

4) Name: Harith Awolowo

Gender: No-binary

Powers: Venomancy.

And many others, Vinca satisfied with her selection, swiftly warps all the chosen sin assassins to her location within the Mirror Maze. With a calculated gesture, she employs her shadows to paralyze them, ensuring complete submission.

Vinca (commanding the shadows): Embrace the stillness, my chosen ones. Your allegiance to me is sealed!!!

Thorne Ford: Vinca, we are yours to command.

Seraphina Smith: The shadows... You guide us, mistress.

Harith Awolowo: Our blades await your will, Vinca.

Vespera Johnson: Souls entwined, we serve you, Pride the Morning Star.

So all the one hundred eleveen sin assassins, bound by the shadows and drained of resistance, speak with unified submission. Their once-independent voices now harmonize in a chorus of obedience, ready to carry out Vinca's dark desires within the mirrored labyrinth of the Paradox Museum. Vinca, then intones with authority. Vinca: Consume the seed of Divashma, let its essence merge with your being. Embrace the transformation, become the formidable hybrid Sin Demon Assassins you are destined to be. The Sin Assassins, entranced by Vinca's command, heed of seed of Divashma words, they all swallow the seed of Divashma.

Sin Assassin 1: What is this... power?

Seed of Divashma: Feel the shadows within you, merging, becoming one with me.

Sin Assassin 2: It's overwhelming, but... exhilarating.

Sin Assassin 3: Our voices, our spirits, they're merging.

Seed of Divashma: Unity is strength. Embrace the symphony of darkness that flows through you.

Sin Assassin 4: I can sense the shadows dancing within me.

Vinca: Embrace it fully. You are no longer individuals but a collective force bound by the power of Divashma and the power of you goddess Pride the Morning Star!

Sin Demon Assassins (in unison): We are one, sin demon assassins and perfection embodied.

Vinca's laughter echoed triumphantly through the transformed Sin Demon Assassins as their bodies underwent further metamorphosis, mutating their body in robot-like angels reminiscent of Shin Megami Tensei games. Glistening metallic wings unfolded from their backs, and ethereal circuitry traced patterns across their now cybernetic forms. Each assassin stood as a fusion of magic and machine, their once-human features replaced by a cyber-angelic body.

Vinca: Witness the perfection of your new forms, my Sin Demon Assassins. Revel in the pride of becoming instruments of my will. Together, we shall embark on a journey to conquer the world.

Sin Demon Assassins: Our consciousness intertwines in a surreal dance of magic and technology. Metallic wings extend from our backs, each circuit and gear humming with the essence of the seed of Divashma. We feel the power surging within us, a symphony of magic and mechanics harmonizing to the beat of our master's desires.

Pride swells within us as we gaze upon our perfected forms, a fusion of sinister elegance and cybernetic might. The world awaits our master absolute dominion, and our loyalty to Pride the Morning Star pulses as one heart is beating in our collective existence. We are no longer mere sin assassins; we are Sin Demon Assassins instruments of conquest, ready to cast our shadows across the world and fulfill the destiny that binds us to our master. Vinca led the Sin Demon Assassins to Red Canyon, in the crimson glow of the canyon, Nitsa awaited, a formidable force herself. Vinca's eyes glinted with determination as the clash between dark powers loomed.

Nitsa: Vinca, you dare challenge me alongside these useless minions?

Vinca (with a sinister smile): They are more than minions; they are the embodiment of my will.

The Sin Demon Assassins advanced, their forms casting ominous shadows. The air crackled with anticipation as Vinca confronted Nitsa, each move calculated to absorb the powers of her adversary.

Vinca: Your powers will become mine, Nitsa, and I shall ascend to become a Pride Demon Goddess.

The battle commenced, a dance of two demoness echoing through Red Canyon as Vinca sought to claim Nitsa's powers and ascend to a demon deity. The clash between Vinca and Nitsa unfolded in a symphony of power, each move met with a calculated counter as the Sin Demon Assassins watched, ready to obey their master's commands.

Vinca: You are a worthy adversary, Nitsa. But your powers will soon belong to me.

Nitsa (with a sly grin): You underestimate my strength. This battle is far from decided.

The canyon echoed with the resonance of their powers, creating an atmosphere of tension and anticipation. The Sin Demon Assassins, standing at the sidelines, remained poised for Vinca's next command, as the battle raged on, it became clear that this confrontation between Vinca and Nitsa was an intricate dance of power, each combatant evenly matched in their pursuit of dominance over the other. The outcome hung in the balance, a precarious equilibrium in the heart of Red Canyon. Then Vinca use the cryomancy to envelope Nitsa's form, freezing her body in an icy cocoon. Only Nitsa's head remained free, locked in a gaze with Vinca. The Sin Demon Assassins observed with their metallic eyes, the cold air carrying the weight of impending triumph.

Vinca: Frozen in your own power, Nitsa. A fitting metaphor for your defeat.

Nitsa: The cold won't shackle my spirit, Vinca.

Vinca: Let your defiance linger, for soon it shall be silenced. Meanwhile let's see how to punish you defiance.

Vinca decide to use her classic means to humiliate her opponent, reveling in her sadistic delight, summoned shadow dogs that circled Nitsa's frozen form. With gleeful mockery, they began to lick and lap at the ice as if it were a delectable treat. The Sin Demon Assassins joined in with a chorus of mocking tones, amplifying the humiliation.

Vinca: Enjoy the attention, Nitsa. Your icy prison seems to be a hit with my pets.

Nitsa's eyes burned with frustration, her frozen form unable to retaliate against the humiliating spectacle. The shadow dogs continued their mockery, casting an eerie contrast to the seriousness of the ongoing battle.

Sin Demon Assassin 1: Oh, look at the mighty Nitsa, frozen like a popsicle!

Sin Demon Assassin 2: Those shadow dogs have a taste for icy revenge, it seems.

Sin Demon Assassin 3 (mocking tone): Is this your grand plan, Nitsa? A chilling defeat?

Sin Demon Assassin 4 (cooing): Such a beautiful ice sculpture. Vinca's artistic touch is truly unparalleled.

Sin Demon Assassin 5 (sarcastically): I bet you never saw this cool twist coming, did you?

Their mocking coos and taunts echoed through Red Canyon, a surreal chorus that added insult to the icy imprisonment of Nitsa. The Sin Demon Assassins reveled in the spectacle. As Nitsa remained frozen, the shadow dogs, under Vinca's sinister command, bit into her form. The venomkinesis within their bites injected a dark poison, coursing through Nitsa's veins with a malevolent energy. The Sin Demon Assassins watched with eerie satisfaction as the venom took hold, intensifying Nitsa's vulnerability.

Vinca (with a wicked grin): A taste of my venomkinesis, Nitsa. A gift that keeps on giving.

Nitsa (weakened but defiant): Your tricks won't break me, Vinca.

The shadow dogs continued their assault, the poison weaving through Nitsa's frozen form, amplifying her suffering, the Sin Demon Assassins maintained their mocking coos, the air thick with the satisfaction of impending triumph in the hot depths of Red Canyon. Vinca tired of Vinca useless resistance, shrouded in her dark power, extended her shadows over Nitsa's frozen form. With a malevolent focus, she siphoned away Nitsa's willpower, leaving her as an empty shell, devoid of resistance.

Vinca: Your willpower is mine, Nitsa. A mere echo of resistance in the face of my dominion.

Nitsa, now hollow and defeated, gazed emptly into the abyss, then Vinca began the slow process of assimilating every aspect of Nitsa. The shadows extended further, wrapping around Nitsa's form like a consuming abyss. The Sin Demon Assassins watched in silent obedience as their master absorbed Nitsa's body, soul, mind, and powers.

Vinca: Become one with the me, Nitsa. Your essence is now mine to command.

Nitsa, once defiant, dissolved into the encroaching darkness, her existence erased as Vinca absorbed every fragment of her being. The canyon bore witness to the complete assimilation, a macabre transformation that left no trace of the defeated adversary, the Sin Demon Assassins, now imbued with fragments of Nitsa's powers, awaited their master's next command, their newfound strength derived from the Vinca ascension as Pride Demon Goddess. Vinca, having claimed victory, commanded the Sin Demon Assassins to rest within the comforting embrace of her shadows. They obeyed, their forms merging with the darkness as an eerie calm settled over them.

Vinca: Rest now, my obedient shadows. When the day of reckoning of our enemies, we shall begin our conquest.

The Sin Demon Assassins dissolved into the shadows, a silent and obedient legion awaiting the next call to darkness. Vinca, surrounded by the echoes of her laughter, embraced the tranquility of her victory, then suddenly Vinca is immersed in a vision of her triumphant future, she saw herself, Yvette, and Dracaena seated on thrones, adorned with offerings from their worshippers. The scene unfolded in a dark tapestry of power and dominion, a foreshadowing of their sovereignty that awaited them, fueled by the vision, howled a demonic laugh that echoed through the corridors of her red canyon. As the resonance of her laughter lingered, she returned home with the anticipation of the dark destiny that lay ahead.

Vinca, with a wicked grin: Long live to me, and to soon-to-be my wives and demon goddess sovereigns indeed.

[crystalmarred]

hello please a hc/drabble about how exarch feels when lyna becomes captain of the guard?! PROUD PAPA FEELS but also during a time that's so dangerous

RANDOM HEADCANON ⇢ @vierandancer

From the start, it had never been easy. He'd found Lyna in the midst of the dying embers of a Sin Eater's attack, the last remnants of which were struck down by the then-captain of the guard. Ever had he thought it was foolish to name him her caretaker, yet it could not be denied that Lyna had taken a shine to him.

She had wept for days after coming into the care of the Crystarium, only to quiet when placed in his arms. Thus, it had been decided that while man were happy to lend him a hand, he would be her primary caretaker.

Gods above, he was not prepared. He was not prepared for the happiness she brought or the heartbreak she unintentionally wrought upon him, nor for the smile she lent him in moments of despair.

Lyna had changed everything.

And to see her now, taking the vows that any good captain of the guard should, oh, how his heart did soar.

Her armor was no more special than any other soldiers. She had insisted upon it, just as the last captain had, that she was no better than the rest of them and would dress as much. They would know her through her call to action, not the armor she wore.

When at last the ceremony ended, when she at last approached him, he could not help the smile that spread across his face nor the swell of pride in his breast.

His dear girl, the captain of the guard...

Though his hood hid the swollen redness of his eyes, Lyna's face made plain that she knew of his tumultuous feelings.

"Are you alright?"

Her words were gentle, spoken in a hushed tone, possibly in an effort to avoid potential embarrassment.

"I-I am, truly. More than," he said, full glad that she could not see the red eyes hidden beneath. He was more than alright; he was proud of her and all her accomplishments, past, present and future.

And he was terrified. Truly, completely, wholly terrified.

"I look forward to your many accomplishments, Captain Lyna," he said, but the words rake against his throat. Her decision had been made; she had taken the same vows that her predecessor had already. "Do be careful..."

The words are spoken against his better judgment. He could not say that Lyna had always been careful. As a girl, she had been reckless, too curious for her own good and quick to slip into doors she shouldn't go through when his eyes were not fixed on her. But as she had grown, so too had her consideration and care for herself, as much as the people of the Crystarium—and himself, he was shamed to say.

He was meant to be her guardian, yet as she aged, it seemed she'd taken the role from him.

Make sure to come home to me, he wished to say, but the words don't come out.

"You are the pride and joy of the Crystarium, Captain," he said, a smile evident on his face, despite the shadow of the hood veiling part of his face. "And my own besides..."

He had denied it once, when she first joined the guard, but he had no choice now. The realize was a heavy one, one that would weigh on him for weeks to come, he was sure: The Crystal Exarch could no longer be the one to protect her.

[ghoul-bonez]

HAPPY PRIDE MONTH 🥳 🎉 🎊🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️ I am so excited‼️

As my bio says I am a “Basket of Fruit” (bisexual to be specific) & I want to wish EVERYONE of every sexuality and gender a happy pride month! 🥰

Because of pride month I want to share a bit about my coming out story,

I was 12 years old and in 7th grade, and I had somehow formed a crush on a very pretty girl in the grade above me. I was confused and scared, why was I feeling like this? However, the scariest part was the other kids at my school.

I had seen my best friends get bullied for being gay or trans, and it was especially bad for my bisexual friend. I’ve found that a lot of straight people struggle to grasp the concept of being bi, and that’s exactly what was happening at my school, they didn’t understand so they bullied her.

Eventually with support from my friends I came out at school. I was surprised with the community I found throughout my school, even past my LGBT friends. People were still shitty, the boys especially. They would ask me “are you sure you’re gay?” in a way that suggested that because I still like men I couldn’t like women. They would tell me “being gay is a sin.” when they weren’t even really religious. They would ask me “are you into threesomes?” as if because I liked both I wanted both at once. We were in middle school, nobody should have been thinking about threesomes.

The first time I was called a faggot was by one of the boys at school, the sporty “popular” ones. It didn’t feel good, but I tried to not let it get to me. I didn’t really care about being called a fag myself, but I knew how it would affect some of my friends and other kids at my school, so I went to the very lesbian counselor (she was married to her wife and they had an adopted son). She straightened things out and they didn’t bother me anymore. I’m sure they bothered everyone else, but I think them getting punished for that somewhat made them see what they were doing was wrong.

Then I came out at home. I sent my parents “Gettin’ Bi” from Crazy Ex-Girlfriend. My parents were confused but called me into the tv room to talk to them. They also had no idea what bisexual was, but they did their best to understand and were very supportive, still are, and I’m so grateful they are because it’s so much worse for so many other LGBTQ+ people.

I came out to my parents the day after National Coming Out Day…

Throughout all of it I stood up for myself. I educated people and answered genuine questions I got. I helped people who were questioning understand that being bi isn’t bad and it’s valid. I taught my LGBT friends to stand up for themselves, good ways to respond to negativity. I’m proud of what I’ve done for myself and others.

Having said all that,

Being bi is valid!

Whatever you identify as is valid!

HAVE A GOOD PRIDE MONTH‼️🏳️‍🌈

[doing-something-unholy]

//I watch your reactions with curiosity and deep amusement, taking careful note of your interest in my St. Andrew’s Cross. I’m more than pleased when you immediately agree to the cuffs and collar, my pride swelling at the fact that I’ve chosen well. And the flogger… I hadn’t expected that to be your preference, but I’m certainly not complaining. I barely suppress a shudder at the thought of the beautiful screams that will pull from your lips.

And oh, how my heart quickens as you drop to your knees before me, holding the collar up in those blessed hands. I take it from you, my breath catching in my throat as I gaze down at you.//

Beautiful.

//My voice is a husky growl as I lean in to fasten the soft leather around your neck, my fingers intentionally grazing and caressing that delicate skin.//

You look so perfect on your knees, holy Father…

//When the collar is fastened, I run a hand through your hair, looking all the world like a wolf that’s caught a rabbit in its jaws.//

You say you want to be punished for your sins..? And what, may I ask, are those sins, my beloved priest? Of course I know what you’ve allowed me to tempt you into, but.. I want to hear the words from your holy lips.

Confess to me, Father.

Tell me your sins.

🐱

[I soak in the praise you give me, proud of how gravelly your voice sounds around the word 'beautiful.' My eyes fall closed as your hand runs through my hair, leaning into the touch. They snap back open when you ask me to confess to you. I swallow heavily to clear my throat and can feel the soft leather bob against my throat.]

I... don't have much to tell you, I'm afraid. Most of it's... hypothetical. I-I should start properly-

[I look down from your gaze briefly, making the sign of the cross with a bowed head. My hands settle folded back in my lap, and I adjust my posture until I'm sitting on my heels neatly and symmetrical. Determined to be a good boy.]

Forgive me, F- for I have sinned.

I have broken my sacred vows on a few occasions, and thought about doing it many, many times more than that. I... let a certain someone s-suck my cock, and fingered them, and let them ride me until we both reached our orgasms.

[My face has to be so bright red that the tips of my ears are turning too. It's getting harder and harder to look up at you, I can't keep eye contact for very long, if at all.]

I fantasize about... being used. It's hard for me to- openly want things, all my fantasies keep drifting back to someone else making the choice for me, f-forcing me to do what I secretly wanted anyway. I want... to please. God, I am desperate to please. I want to be good for someone, I... I want to be a treasured pet.

[I can't look up anymore, staring at your collarbones so I don't have to meet your eyes.]

...I, I t-touch myself and think about someone calling me a- a whore for doing it. Then they'd make me stop and- and force me to earn it. My favorite is... is by being... f-fucked.

[I'm staring at the floor, embarrassed and somehow throbbing hard without even having to touch myself. Looking down I think I can even see a wet spot where I'm leaking precum already.]

I... hope that's enough. Plenty of options for what direction you want this to go in? I'm sorry if you weren't expecting that much... information.