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Leo getting hit with a truth curse but instead of forcing him to admit to super sad or worrying things it’s things like “it was me who broke the remote” “I saw Mikey prank Donnie and helped hide it because it’s way funnier if he didn’t know who it was” “I rip my clothes to look more like Raph’s because he’s really cool” “my stripes aren’t even red they’re pink!”
#rottmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rottmnt leo#rise leo#plot twist he COULD be admitting angsty stuff but he’s pushing the less oof truths forward instead on purpose#raph: hey leo what do you want for dinner#leo: *about to bare his soul on all his internal torment but pivots* I’m afraid of snakes#(no but fr Leo’s stripes being technically more pink instead of red is cute ngl)#(a very reddish pink to the point that in certain lighting it looks red but at the base they’re p pink)#(i also am very fond of the idea that Leo doesn’t just have questionable taste in fashion he also just loves Raph a lot and looks up to him)#but yeah I think that something like this would be 99% Leo admitting to unimportant things or admitting to how much he values everyone#like they all KNOW Leo loves them and he’s talked them up enough for them to know but it’s different when he’s like#‘I just wanna read my comics with you guys around - it’s my favorite place to be’#or again just random bs that doesn’t REALLY have a lot of weight like#‘I like using my portals to prank random people around the world’#‘I’m worried about being a bad influence on hueso jr’#‘sometimes I kinda wanna see hypno’s plans succeed’#‘it’s been way too long since I found this out and honestly it’s embarrassing but I actually don’t have a di-‘#SORRY COULDNT HELP MYSELF#(<-but did u know that that pink rather than red observation actually ties into this headcanon as well if u know about red eared sliders)
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since this post is doing the rounds again, i want to take a moment to remind everyone that saving lbh from the bullying disciples, saving lqg's life, almost sacrificing himself to protect the sect during the demon invasion, are things that sqq does without any ulterior motives. if he wanted to capitalize on his good deed, he would have revealed himself after protecting lbh. when he meets lqg in the lingxi caves, it surprises him to see him there, and it's after he's already rescued lqg from a qi deviation that it occurs to him that "hmmm, this is a good ally to have, just in case". and during the demon invasion, after getting poisoned, he was ready to self-detonate so that he could take out sha hualing.
like, yeah, sy!sqq is smart and cares about his own survival-- but he's also a big softie that can't stand seeing people hurt and do nothing
#svsss#svsss meta#shen yuan#shen qingqiu#zykamiliah-svsss#lol and this is just from the first arc i'm not even touching the post iac timeline#hey remember how mushroom qingqiu stayed in the borderlands instead of getting the fuck away from there#like the smarter thing would have been to beat it#run for the hills far away from the plot and everyone else#with his mushroom body he was overpowered enough to go anywhere do anything he wanted#but nooooooo he had to meddle#ooh disciples captured i must act i can't help himself#sqq you damn mother hen
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who is shardasol who is eriware i am interested in hearing about this :0 no pressure of course
to give a simple answer; it's not a "proper" plurality if you're worried about categorizing that sort of thing, but they're pretty much eridan and sollux's respective introjects of each other! it's all erisolsprites fault <3
for context, the premise of the au is that eridan has decided to self isolate on earth c, and erisolsprite has managed to end up with him due to sprite bullshit to make sure he doesnt do any Extremely stupid shit-- which blows up in his face when hes the reason eridan (and later sollux) end up getting an extra person in their brains
so then THERE is where we get shardasol and eriware :) their entire gimmick is that they're formed from extra memories of eridan and sollux that erisolsprite put in their opposite heads, and they borrowed bits of their host's personality traits, interests, and perspectives of their other to grow into the people they are. they are their own people at the end of the day! even if they like to say they're like a manifestation of eridan and sollux's heart for the other-- which is. yknow. how i've ended up with four different versions of erisol in this damn au LOL.
#tmos opens mail#elderflowerprince#eridan ampora#sollux captor#erisol#erisolsprite#they DO get proper bodies to use outside of being headmates later! but ive already drawn so much today LOL#anyways god. erisol. sharderi. solware. shardware. sharderi is my favorite im ngl its so fucking funny. shardasols so whipped#'yeah hey if sollux doesnt want you hes stupid beyond help. will literally kick his ass if he cant see how perfect you are' YOU ARE GAY!!!#and you know erisolsprite is forever suffering from all this shit#his personality donors are already dancing around each other and now theres twice as many of them being stupid#uugh desperately trying not to spoil plot beats i have mapped out vs wanting to be like LOOK AT THEMMM lmfaoo#anyways. shout out to that one user who was like 'aw they introjected each other <3' on my fanart ages ago it snowballed this into motion
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Holiness is a punishment that must be taken with hands folded
Fandom: My Chemical Romance
Pairing: Frerard
Summary: Frank has a secret that needs to get out of his chest, while Gerard, the local church's priest, will be more than glad to show him the way to redemption.
Content Warning: religion, blasphemy, SMUT & (some) BDSM!! keep out of minors. (or read it anyway, im not your mom. youve been warned tho)
Word Count: 4.8 k
Also on AO3
A/N: been having this idea in the back of my mind since I saw gerard dressed as a priest. Sorry if they seem out of character or it's not “lore/timeline friendly” but its my first time writing about them and I find their dynamic very... uhm, fascinating. (Loosely set in the early 2000s)
Divider by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more
Illustrations & moodboard made by me <3
"Bless me, Father, for I have sinned." Frank sighed, after making the sign of the Cross and closing the confessional door behind him with shaky hands.
The man kneeled down. There was a pause where the walls of the booth felt like they were about to fall down Frank's shoulders. All could be heard was his heavy breathing. He grasped the crucifix of his rosary around his neck in his sweaty palms.
The reverend waited patiently on the other side of the grid that separated them.
"It has been... a long while since my last confession." Frank swallowed. "These are my sins. Well, my sin." He folded his hands, with the cross between his fingers, still.
Another pause where Frank felt like he was being buried alive.
“I can tell your heart is in turmoil.” The Father broke the silence in a soft voice. “What happened?”
“I... I have feelings for another man.” The sentence finally burst out of Frank's lips like he spat out a handful of nine inch nails. He couldn't discern the pastor's expression, but he could tell he was shocked from the movement of his shadow under the yellow light that illuminated that cramped place.
“You have to help me, Father.” Frank continued, his eyes welling up tears. “I don't want to be led into temptation.”
The priest let out a sigh. “Frank, do you mind if we speak face to face?”
“Uh... no, I don't.”
Frank found it difficult to look Father Gerard in the eye after what he had just told him. But, after all, the priest was there on purpose to keep his misdeeds a secret and provide him guidance.
“How long...” The Father tapped his fingers on the hardwood, his gaze wandering. “How long have you been feeling this way?”
“About three months.” Answered Frank, drying up his tears with the jacket's sleeve.
“And does he... know about your feelings for him?” This time the priest looked at Frank.
The man struggled to get himself to glance at Father Gerard in the eye for more than a split second, but he forced himself to raise his head. The priest's green eyes were kind and understanding.
It all started three months ago, when Frank saw him celebrating the first mass of his mandate in town. What caught Frank's attention was the fact that Father Gerard would always wear a leather jacket, his joviality, and how the reverend's eyes would light up during his sermons, which really captured the true meaning of the Lord's word, in a way that no other preacher could do. That's when Frank realized Father Gerard was no ordinary priest.
And that's also when Frank began feeling the proverbial butterflies in his stomach when he had to get ready to go to mass every Sunday: he couldn't wait to go listen to what the priest had to say about that day's gospel and every time he felt like his mind had been opened wider and wider.
As time went on, Frank realized what was happening. He fell into a crisis, throwing himself into intense prayer, relying on the saints for advice and asking God to forgive him, trying so hard to deny the feelings he was developing for the reverend. He stopped going to mass and to confess, in the hope it would've helped his heart forget him, but it made matters even worse, to the point of madness.
“I don't think so.” Said Frank in the end, his eyes watery. “I've been praying to forget about him.”
“You don't need to forget about him.” Smiled the pastor, reaching for the man's hands. “God makes no mistakes: you have to accept your nature, because you were made to His image and likeness.”
Father Gerard's hands were warm and soft, bringing a comforting sensation through Frank's whole body. He felt like Jesus Himself was holding his hand. “But... isn't homosexuality a sin?”
“Don't listen to anyone who says that. They're just charlatans who speak just to give air to their forked tongue.” The pastor looked away for a moment, his brow furrowed. “May Saint Francis Assisi be with you.”
“Th-thank you, Father.” Frank murmured, wondering what the priest had to live through to make him say that. He's really like no other...
“Well,” Said Father Gerard, looking at his watch, “looks like your time is up–”
“Can I meet you after the evening mass tonight?” The words spilled out against Frank's will. “There's something important I have to tell you.”
With a bit of hesitation, the pastor nodded. He traced the sign of the Cross in the air with two fingers. “Go in peace. For now.”
The rectory's door closed with a loud thump behind Frank, while Father Gerard secured the lock.
“Welcome, welcome!” Said the pastor cheerfully, making room for the man to come in.
Frank looked around: the place was decorated with vintage dark wood and long, sumptuous curtains. It was a chilly November evening, so the fireplace was lit, giving the living room a pleasant, comfortable atmosphere. The priest removed the man's coat and hung it on the rack before motioning him to sit on the couch, where Father Gerard soon followed with two glasses and a bottle of wine.
Frank watched the pastor pour the reddish liquid with elegant movements.
“The blood of Christ.” Chuckled Father Gerard, offering him the glass.
“Are we allowed to joke about this?” Asked Frank with a confused smile, before taking the cup.
“Well, I am a priest. I have the right to joke about it.” The pastor smiled again, letting himself fall on the sofa.
They both laughed, raised the glasses and took a sip.
Frank couldn't dare to look Father Gerard in the eye, concentrating his gaze on the wine. “I haven't been completely honest with you.” He eventually broke the silence with a shaking voice.
The pastor tilted his head and narrowed his eyes, perplexed.
“I-I... Oh, Jesus...” It was too late to turn back now. Frank swallowed in his dry throat. “The man I love is you, Father Gerard.”
The priest stared at him, his mouth half open in shock. “Frank...”
"I..." The man let out a deep sigh. "I'm sorry." His voice choked up, and his eyes misted.
“I'm afraid this changes things.” Father Gerard's eyes darkened. “Desire for a man of the cloth transcends sin.”
Frank felt his heart sink and his whole face flush. A knot in his throat was forming, making it hard to speak, like in those nightmares where you want to scream and shout for your life but you feel like your mouth has been stitched shut. He lowered his gaze.
“That's why I want to show you the way to redemption.” Continued Father Gerard, a smirk crossing his face.
Frank looked up. “What... Do you mean?”
The priest's fingers moved to Frank's cheek, making the man's heart rate rise, unable to glance away. The lighting from the fire made Father Gerard's angelic features look more marked, giving him a sinister look.
God, this can't be happening...
As the pastor came closer, he looked up for a moment, whispering something about forgiveness and sin: Frank didn't understand what he said because of the blood thumping in his ears. But before he could process what was going on, Father Gerard's lips touched his.
The kiss lasted for what seemed hours. So much in fact that Frank, when the priest detached himself from him, was left breathless.
“So this is your idea of redemption?” Managed to ask Frank, in between wheezes. “Making things worse?”
Father Gerard blew air out of his nose in amusement. “You have no idea how I could make things way worse for you.” He cupped Frank's face in his hands. “You have no idea.” He repeated, stressing the last words.
Frank raised an eyebrow. “I would like to see you try.”
���Excuse me?”
“I said,” the man came closer to the priest, “I would love to see you try making things worse.”
Even Frank didn't know what happened to him: what was this newfound confidence and will to submit to sin? Was he drunk after just a sip of wine? Was Gerard the Devil himself in disguise and was he trying to possess him? One thing was sure, he was completely bewitched by the pastor at that point.
Father Gerard let out a soft laugh, shaking his head. “You don't know what you're getting yourself into.”
“If I don't know, would you show me?”
The priest hesitated for a second, but eventually got up and grabbed the man's hand: “Follow me.”
Frank heard the door close behind him, followed by a latch lock. The bedroom was very modest and ordinary, with a large crucifix above the bed and a desk in the corner filled with stacks of books and papers.
“Frank,” Began Father Gerard, putting his leather jacket on the chair beside the wardrobe, “do you trust me?”
The man, who was busy looking around, turned his head to the priest. “Father –”
The pastor raised a finger. “It's just Gerard to you, now.” He corrected him, throwing the clerical collar behind.
Frank nodded. “Of course I do, Gerard.”
“Very well.” Gerard smiled, walking across the room, reaching for an old-looking dresser that he pulled out from under the bed. It opened with a click after he inserted a key in a rusty lock.
That's when Frank's internal alarm started going off. While Gerard was rummaging in the dresser, looking for God-knows-what, the man thought of taking the opportunity to sneak away, but then he remembered he was locked in there.
“Ah, there it is!” Exclaimed Gerard, getting up soon after with a studded leather collar – wait, was that a ball-gag? – in one hand and a length of rope in the other.
Frank swallowed at the sight of them. Yep, I'm in danger.
“Don't give me that look!” Laughed Gerard, moving closer. He reached for Frank's neck with the collar, but the man dodged him.
“I'm not gonna put that on.” Protested Frank with a grimace.
Gerard came so close to his face that their lips almost touched. “You have no choice on the matter, sweetheart.”
That felt like a spell was put on Frank: his knees got weak and his heart started beating so fast, his head started spinning.
“Be a good boy...” Gerard nearing his lips against Frank's ear.
Those words went down Frank's spine like an electric shock. Something clicked in the back of his head. “S-say it again.” He swallowed.
Gerard chuckled. “Be a good boy for me...” He whispered, then he pressed his lips against the other man's neck, which made him inhale sharply.
All the thoughts about the fear of sinning went out the window as soon as Frank reached for Gerard's lips and they united in a ravenous kiss. They pulled each other closer with fingers running through their hair and exploring their bodies under their shirts and eventually Frank's one fell on the ground.
Gerard caught the occasion to press a hand on Frank's shoulder to make him fall on his knees, guiding him down without detaching himself. “Fold your hands.” He said eventually, while getting up.
Frank, who just realized he was kneeling, looked up at Gerard like a lost dog, but did as he was told.
“Our Father, who art in heaven...” Gerard began chanting, while wrapping the rope around Frank's wrists.
“...Hallowed be thy name.” Continued Frank, his eyes fixed on Gerard, in complete adoration. “Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done on Earth, as it is in heaven...” He swallowed, feeling Gerard's breath on his naked skin. “Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us...” Gerard had just tied the knot with a tug. “And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.”
“Amen.” They both said in the end, before Gerard leaned in for a kiss.
Gerard's lips were soft and radiated warmth across Frank's shaking body: now that he had a taste of what he craved and yearned for months, he couldn't get enough.
“I think I had a dream like this once...” Murmured Frank once their lips separated.
“Oh yeah?” Gerard's eyes lit up. “Tell me about it.”
Frank felt his whole face flush.
The other's smile widened. “You're so cute when you blush.” He pinched Frank's cheek.
Frank couldn't help but feel humiliated over the fact that Gerard had this much control over him now, but what shocked him the most was the realization that he liked it. He had the nerve to provoke him earlier, but now that he had met his match, he immediately turned into a beaten up dog. And he enjoyed being Gerard's little puppy, all his to tease and torment.
“I, uh... This is so embarrassing, but...” Frank swallowed. "One time I dreamed that... I was confessing my sins, while... Uh..."
"Yes...?" Insisted Gerard, picking up a tick book from the desk pile.
"How do I put this... while..." Frank's gaze shifted from the pavement to the ceiling. "I was giving you... pleasure." The final words poured out of his mouth like a river gushing from its banks.
Gerard raised his head from the book to stare at Frank. "What kind of pleasure are we talking about?" He inquired after a pause, approaching closer to the other, who was making himself tiny by pressing his shoulders against his body.
“You know damn well what I'm talking about.” Scoffed Frank after a while with half a smile, suddenly gaining up the courage to talk back. Gerard already had him tied up; what's next, he was going to take his dignity?
Frank felt a burning ache on his cheek before realizing Gerard had smacked him across the face.
“Pride is a sin. You should know that, Frank.” Gerard's expression went dark; a sinister smile curved his lips while he grabbed Frank by the neck.
Frank was now forced to look Gerard in the eye. “Lust is a sin, too.” He managed to say, through gritted teeth. “You act like you'll be my savior, but you're no different than me.”
Gerard narrowed his gaze, raising an eyebrow. “Want me to show you?”
“What... are you... waiting... for...?” Frank struggled to speak.
“You just can't help yourself from being a little shit, huh?” Gerard tightened the grip,coming closer to his face. “I'll make you regret every decision that led you to this.”
“What if... that's exactly... what I want?” Frank was finding it really hard to breathe.
“Then there's no hope for you.” Gerard's lips touched Frank's.
Frank was beginning to feel lightheaded, his face turning blue.
“Having trouble breathing, huh?” Gerard smirked, squeezing a bit more. “Be a good boy and maybe I'll let you go.”
Frank tried to say something, but nothing came out of his mouth.
“What's that? You want me to choke you more?”
Frank shook his head, beginning to fear for his life. “I beg you, Gerard... P-please let me go...”
“Hmm...” Gerard lifted his gaze to the ceiling, as if to think about it.
Frank squeezed his now teary eyes shut. “Please, I'll be a good boy!” His voice was nothing but a whisper. “I promise...”
Gerard finally let go of Frank's throat.
Frank coughed and gasped for air, collapsing on the ground.
Gerard leaned over him to caress his hair. “You poor thing...”
His condescending tone got on Frank's nerves. The man shot him a death stare, while trying to pull himself up by the elbows.
“Aw, that look again?” Gerard leaned over him and inclined his head. “Don't act like you're not enjoying yourself.” He nodded at the man's crotch with a grin.
Frank looked down, unaware until then of his erection, visible through his jeans. He instinctively closed his legs, his face turning red and his body becoming stiff.
Gerard let out a giggle before helping Frank get up on his knees again. He caressed the man's neck with his fingers and tongue.
Frank didn't know what to think anymore: how could Father Gerard be both his butcher and savior? How was it possible he not only accepted, but wanted to be treated like a dog by him? He looked for Gerard's lips to suck on, to which the other responded with nibbling on his neck, where there were still the imprints of his fingers, where it hurt. Frank let out a soft whimper.
Shit...
How did we get to this...?
Gerard smiled, picking up the bible that he left at the foot of the bed earlier, without stopping kissing and biting Frank on the neck, lips and cheeks. “I called on your name, O Lord, from the depths of the pit...” He began reading, “You heard my plea – Do not close your ear to my cry for help!”
Frank nestled his face on Gerard's shoulder, kissing his neck, inebriated by his scent.
“You came near when I called on you; you said – Do not fear!” Gerard continued with heavy breath, but maintained his composure; he emphasized the last sentence, just like when he'd read the Lord's word during mass. He paused to sit on the bed, unbuckling his belt.
“You have taken up my cause, O Lord...” Gerard grabbed Frank by the hair and guided him to his lap; the other didn't waste any time, proceeding to unzip his pants with his teeth, noting that not only Gerard had already a hard-on, but he was also not wearing any underwear.
Frank turned up, as if in search of approval.
Gerard flashed him a smirk, shoving his face between his legs; then, he continued: “You have redeemed my life...”
Frank tasted Gerard in his mouth before he realized it, which was... different that what he expected, but then again, he never gave head to another man before, so who knows what he was hoping for. He managed to take it deep in his throat, stayed in that position for a bit, then he quickly pulled back, breathless; but that didn't stop him from lapping Gerard's shaft and kissing his tip soon after.
“You have seen the wrong d-done to me, O-Oh, Lord... j-judge my cause...” Gerard was beginning to stutter, to breathe heavily. “Y-you have seen all... their vengeance... O-oh fuck...” He inhaled sharply, throwing back his head.
Frank looked up for a second: with his languid eyes and half-parted lips, Gerard was the closest thing to a divine apparition he'd ever seen.
Gerard smiled at Frank, grabbing his hair and instructing him to keep going in between wheezes, as the other went down on him hard and fast, bobbing his head up and down, drooling all over the ground.
Frank felt the grip on his hair getting tighter and tighter, realizing he let out groans every time. Gerard, in the meantime, was becoming a mess, panting curse words, exhaling his name and praising him.
Frank refused to take a break until he felt Gerard's warmth running down his throat: the load was thick and plentiful, to the point that part of it spilled out on his lips and on the pavement. He detached himself before licking his lips.
Gerard, who watched the whole scene in astonishment, raised Frank's head by the chin, caressing his cheek with his thumb.
“That's the...” Frank finally caught his breath.
“The Holy Spirit.” Continued Gerard, promptly.
They both burst out laughing.
“What I meant to say,” Clarified Frank while Gerard helped him get up, “is that this was my first time with a guy.”
“Really? I'm guessing it's your first time with a priest too.”
“Well... It doesn't happen often, that's for sure.” Frank moved his hands towards Gerard. “Would you kindly...?”
Gerard raised an eyebrow and smirked. “I'm not done with you.”
The last bits of a smile that Frank had got wiped away from that single sentence, eyes wide. “Excus – ?”
The man didn't have the time to finish the question that Gerard was already behind him: his warm hands on his naked skin gave him the shivers for the temperature shock. “C'mon, it's only fair, don't you think?” Gerard whispered in his ear, his right hand wandering from his chest down to his waist and finally unbuttoning his jeans. “And... the confession is not over...” He continued, kissing and licking Frank's cheek.
“What do you me–?” Gerard pushed Frank on the bed, joining him soon after, straddling him.
“Hi.” Said Gerard after a pause, his face inches from Frank's.
“H-Hey...”
Gerard planted his lips on Frank's.
The other kissed back, trying so hard to move his head forward to taste as much as possible of Gerard's mouth; he would've grabbed his hair and pulled him closer, wrapping his arms and legs around his shoulders and waist and grind against him until he couldn't take it anymore and have him inside him, but all he could do was stay still, completely blocked by Gerard, who was running his fingers, tongue and teeth all over his body, which drove Frank crazy, making him a panting and groaning mess.
Gerard gently moved Frank's arms upward with one hand and put the other inside his pants. A grin spread across his lips while a moan escaped Frank's mouth.
Gerard began motioning his hand up and down Frank's shaft, slowly at first, then increasingly faster, while watching the man lose control of his own body, squirming and breathing heavily. “So, about the dream... Care to tell me now?”
“I... I was sucking you off while confessing my sins to you.” Frank blurted out, in between pants, diverting his eyes from the other man. “We were in the confessional.”
“And did you enjoy it?” Gerard grabbed Frank by the chin to force him to look at him in the eye, his other hand continuing to jerk Frank off faster and faster.
“Uh-huh...” The man admitted. “I... I touched myself to that. Many times.”
A smirk crossed Gerard's face. “You're so nasty...”
Frank felt a familiar tingle running through his body. “Yes I am, Gerard. I am a sinner.” That's the moment he sprayed his cum all over Gerard's hand.
Gerard brought his fingers to his mouth to lick them, crossing Frank's gaze and grinning.
“Uh... Gerard...?”
“Yes?”
“I want you inside me...”
Gerard shot a glance at him, visibly caught off guard. “Are you sure?”
Frank nodded, his eyes closed and his cheeks red. “Make me holy...”
Gerard blew out air from his nose, lying his face against Frank's shoulder blade. “Well... Since you're asking so nicely...” He gently pulled down Frank's jeans to the ankles, kissing and biting his skin until he arrived at Frank's inner thighs. “It's gonna take a while,” Warned Gerard, after lifting his head and placing his hands on Frank's knees, to spread his legs. “And I'm out of lube, too...” He added, more as an out-loud thought.
“Can't you spit on it?”
A short pause.
“You really want me to fuck your ass, don't you?” Gerard chuckled.
“I just think you're the right man to take my virginity.” Said Frank, giggling as well.
“Yeah, yeah, sure. No one's better than a priest at that.” Gerard talked back, spitting generously on his hands. “At least you're sure no one's gonna know it, huh?” He took position while lubricating himself. “Ready?”
Frank nodded.
Gerard carefully penetrated him, trying to be as slow and gentle as possible. “Tell me if it hurts.”
“A lil' bit.” Informed Frank, “But I like it.”
A groan escaped Gerard's lips as he went inside, leaning closer to cover the man's face in kisses as he motioned back and forth.
Frank closed his eyes, letting himself drown in the affection and pleasure that was given to him and searching for Gerard's lips to suck and nibble on in turn. “F-faster.” He murmured at some point.
“Hmm, what did ya say?” The other smirked, narrowing his gaze.
“Faster, please.” Frank swallowed, speaking more clearly.
Gerard gradually accelerated the rhythm, as Frank arched his back more and more at every neck kiss, every touch of the waist, every stroke of his erection, moaning louder and louder. “You're... So... Pathetic...” Exhaled Gerard in Frank's neck, in between three powerful strokes.
Frank let out a whimper of a wounded dog, making Gerard go even harder on him while Frank pulled him closer by locking his legs around his waist, to which the other responded by biting and sucking on Frank's skin near his shoulder blade that bruised almost immediately.
Their breaths harmonized as Gerard threw his head back. “I'm... I'm close...” He informed in between wheezes.
“Me too.” Frank nodded in turn.
Gerard kept going faster, his grip on Frank's waist tightening, while panting and cursing. As they both came – one inside and the other all over his own chest –, he stopped, his eyes wide open just as his mouth. He let out a loud groan after a second and leaned close to Frank, with a satisfied smile on his face.
They united in a final, desecrated kiss.
“Wow. Just... wow.” Gerard fell on the bed beside Frank, extracting a cigarette from a packet. “I haven't had this much fun since seminary!”
Frank giggled at that but didn't feel like investigating further, thinking that maybe the questions he had were better left unanswered for now.
Gerard lit up his cigarette. “Wanna take a drag?” He asked, looking at the man, after exhaling a cloud of smoke.
Frank gladly accepted: “Thanks,” he said taking a pull, “I forgot to buy some before coming here.”
“Now that you smoked my cig, you're my bitch now, y'know?” Smirked Gerard, as he took the cigarette from Frank's hands.
The other raised an eyebrow. “I thought it was very clear that I am your bitch now. Y'know, since you fucked my ass.”
Gerard let out smoke from his nose, amused. “You're right, you're right.” He flickered the cigarette to make the ash fall on the tray on his bedside table, observing the hickey he gave Frank on the shoulder. He reached out to touch it. “Does it hurt?”
“Yes. Everything.” Replied Frank, rubbing his wrist.
“Sorry, I might got carried away –”
Frank raised his hand. “It's okay.” He smiled. “I don't mind the pain.” As long as it was you.
Gerard gave Frank what remained of the cigarette and moved closer to him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders, while Frank, dragging smoke, put his head on Gerard's chest.
“Was I a good boy?” Asked Frank after a while.
“The best boy.” Said Gerard softly, kissing his cheek.
“Have I earned my way to redemption?” Frank asked again, looking at the other.
Gerard shot a thoughtful glance at the crucifix. “I think so, yeah. Three Hail Mary's and you're good.”
They both laughed.
They stayed in silence for what seemed a long time, until Gerard let out a yawn and got up from the bed.
Frank stood up as well, threw away the cigarette butt, then he looked for the rest of his clothes.
Gerard helped him get dressed up. “Oh wait –” He traced his finger up on Frank's chest, picking up a drop of cum. “I know for a fact this doesn't come off clothes easily.”
Frank put the other's finger in his mouth and sucked on it.
Gerard observed him with bewilderment in his eyes.
“What's that look about, huh?” The man shot a glance at him, presenting his best shit-eating grin.
Gerard let out a chuckle before leaning over to kiss him.
As Frank was buttoning his shirt and wandering around the room, he moved closer to have a peek at the notebook left open; in front of him was a freshly inked portrait of a man with his same haircut: long, black bangs and red side-shaves; he had red eye shadow and crosses drawn on his eyes. The lines of the illustration were thick and the colors used were bold, reminding him of the action comics he'd read as a kid.
“If you're wondering,” Explained the other, “that's not you. Well, at least not entirely. I like to take inspiration from people I see around me, and make... characters out of them.”
“This is awesome!” Commented Frank, brushing his fingers on the paper, afraid to ruin it.
“You want it? I can give it to you. Here, let me sign it.” Gerard picked up a marker, scribbled his signature near the portrait, took off the sheet from the notebook and gave it to Frank.
“Thank you so much!” Frank moved his gaze between him and the drawing.
“Thank you, Frank.” The other smiled, after giving him one last tender kiss.
As Frank walked home, he couldn't stop glancing at the artwork, imprinting a wide smile on his face. He sighed, as the same thought that he had before repeated in the back of his head: Father Gerard really is no ordinary priest.
#my chemical romance#mcr#gerard way#frank iero#frerard#gerard way fanfiction#frank iero fanfiction#frerard fanfiction#mcr fanfiction#if you know me you also know that there was a time when I lost my mind over priest gee#my main is well documented on that#so yeah this brainrot has been in the backburner for about two years#hey by the way. by the fucking way. i do not encourage to replicate what i wrote#like#dont fuck your priest#or if youre gonna always use a condom 👍#also I think I kinda forgot halfway through what this was supposed to be and i lost the plot#but there's always next time. If you want it of course#ahhhhh im scared to put this out in the world#like i put my whole dick and balls into it yknow#alexi writes
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maomao bitchslapping that lady-in-waiting and jinshi putting the fear of god in that doppelganger lady-in-waiting that she peed herself and both of them scaring the ladies-in-waiting of three upper consorts each #CoupleGoals #Soulmates
#miss idrc but i take my work seriously do not piss me off#and mr i need to smile my honey smile all the time when i want to run away from all this but how dare you try to plot against my family#i love this about them#gyokuyou is the only one with ladies-in-waiting that both jinmao approves... hongniang and gang slayyyyy#also hey i can't believe sex-crazed old man maomao is getting animated :)#knh text#kusuriya no hitorigoto#the apothecary diaries#jinshi x maomao
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"It's lonely without Bernard..."
#bravely default 2#anihal#hey now that im over most of my im too depressed to play video games what if i go back to a game#that destroys my emotions with every side character its totally fine and normal and not risky at all#hey what if i commit a crime because i love anihal so much and want her to be happy and the second she shows a smile#she follows it up with such a sad line of ITS LONELY WITHOUT BERNARD#what if you just give me a side quest later to help her beloved pets calm down and then GUT ME WITH THE KNIFE#That bernard used to help protect her its fine good lord im so not normal about these side characters#the only bd2 fanart ive even done is for side characters its just a thing i gotta do ok#sure the four you play as are fine and i like them enough but these side quests and side characters destroy me#i might try to play more ! bc i think i was in ch3 about to hit deeper character lore soon but idk man#im a chronic job leveler and side quest truther i gotta do this stuff first hold on plot#also i drew it on the wrong sized canvas for tumblr dot com and had to extend the canvas#to post and not blur it weirdly
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Electoral Prince Oscar
+ process
Included the different layers of hair I do because the hair is always this nebulous thing until I get to the fourth layer or so lol. Also wow no rough sketch!! I wanted to draw him in this AU, but I also wanted to practice drawing real people. I've mentioned this before about drawing but. It's so odd how you feel like drawing a certain thing(in this case, being able to draw a person directly without too much thought) is impossible, and then you reach a point where you're easily doing it without thinking.
As for Oscar's place in this AU. I'm still a little unsure if I'd like him to be a King/Prince of some Italian state(some of which are part of the HRE atp) or if I'd like him to be a Prince Electorate. For now, as you can see, I went with an Electoral Prince, which is the heir to a Prince Electorate. And what is that, you ask. Basically the guys who were apart of the Imperial Diet/Electoral College in charge of electing the Holy Roman Emperor. Getting farther into is too complicated because even I really only started understanding it pretty recently. I haven't decided too much about his role because hes part of a whole other generation, HOWEVER. The plot would probably be something along the lines of him coming to have a "residency" in Seb's court in order to learn more about the buearacracy and his future involvement. Mark is very much an empty nester atp, and eagerly accepts Oscar as his pupil and is eager to show him the ropes. Oscar is shrewd and already politically apt from a young age, but he's very happy to hang around Mark as his mentor, as there's always more to learn! ...among other reasons
#*18th centurizes your fav*#kinda thinking about opening requests because i wanna practice drawing more people#but thats a little scary 😭 but hey....if you send me a regal enough pic...perhaps ill consider it#the inital sketch of an 18th century au always looks like im drawing rule 63 😭😭 BUT IM NOT#its just always a little jarring to draw a guy with long hair whos never had hair this long in his life#hehe pretty proud of this considering i didnt even have to do lineart!!#hes so cute......#shfjkf his title though. too much historical context 😭😭#as i said in the under the cut im still quite unsure#ik his place in the plot just hard to say exactly what i want him to be bcs it requires so much historical context...#the prince electorate is just interesting to me rn cause i only recently understood it#f1#formula 1#oscar piastri#op81#boy king au#catie.art.
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Something that still doesn't sit right with me while being a part of the HOTD fandom is how Laena was done so dirty, from being placed as a "second" option for Daemon and having him keep her from returning home, from having her daughters see Driftmark, from seeing her own brother and parents before she died! That added on to the fact of how Daemon just sucked at loving her the way she deserved makes my blood boil. And to make matters worse, to drive the knife further, is during her funeral (added on to him laughing during it, which wasn't appropriate at all no matter the context or what anyone says) where she and her unborn son were only just recently placed at the bottom of the sea, Daemon and Rhaenyra sleep together and then marry each other all within the span of the same episode (don't even get me started on how they went heavy into the romantics of the moment but couldn't even bother to show Daemon be affection with Laena like he was in the books I believe).
And some in the fandom reaction to all this can be such a turn off. Because you can have people, mainly black fans, rightfully call out problems with this plot change, with Rhaenyra and Daemon sleeping together only right after Laena's funeral and will be met with so many heinous responses (a lot in which tie in with centering Rhaenyra and going "oh so you hate her" type beat) and it's so frustrating. That, and how we barely see Daemon interact with his daughters, let alone be affectionate as well as protective over them---that scene where the girls are bruised from a fight and clear in distress and yet Daemon doesn't even move to check on them nor go into a rage at the fact that his daughters were harmed, let alone the fact that his now dead wife's dragon was claimed by another on the day of her funeral. None of that. But will stand protectively by Rhaenyra and her sons' side without second thought. Make it make sense.
#hotd#house of the dragon#laena velaryon#daemon targaryen#rhaenyra targaryen#and it's so disheartening bc hotd producers made the velaryons black for obvs diversity points#and still could of had the same plot for that house and its characters with little problem#but instead they decided to do all the mess they did and it feels like such a disservice#you should know that you did something wrong when on of the actresses working with you goes#“hey....um...why was this plot added? is this necessary?”#and its a big reason why i don't really find myself being on any teams side in this verse#like yeah id choose rhae over aegon but i still have many choice words for her (daemon can choke)#the narrative really gives laena the disposable black girlfriend (or partner) trope just to move on to daemyra#that is so disrespectful#there's so much that i want to say but that'll be for another post#toxic daemyra stans dni!
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extraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaauuughhhhh
#hey look it’s sloppy beta designs woah#posting rough doodles like this is hard for my self esteem but it’s fun and a good way to stop constant perfectionism so. here ya go!!#art#pdbc#love this guy SO much. he doesn’t do a whole lot in the plot tbh but he’s just so wonderful#his hair is hell to draw but it’s so fun at the same time. go my static electricity freak#never forget what they took from us (his cheekbones) (he was gonna have more prominent cheekbones but it looked wrong)#when your mom and dad are 6’2 and 6’5 respectively but you’re a mere 5’11 😔#he lost the genetic lottery honestly. like I think he’s aesthetically pleasing but the whole pumpkin head….yeah#I know I’m the one who technically named him but his name is still so weird to me. extra. extraordinary. bizarre#ALSO gestures wildly towards him. he has top surgery scars as you can see#he’s not trans tho he’s intersex!! got top surgery bc he had more chest tissue than he wanted#look at him GO my beloved weatherman <3 someone save him he’s gonna get hit by debris#I usually hate drawing clothes but it’s fun with extra cause he wears a ton of thick sweaters and those are always awesome#his little sun sweater is SO cute I’m gonna die (IM THE ONE WHO DREW IT I NEED TO CALM DOWN)#enough yapping. goodnight sleep tight don’t let pumpkin daddy break into your house to give you banana bread
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Hate having adhd went to go work on my fallout modpack, got distracted while going to disable the steam overlay, ended up in the points shop, went to go edit my profile, decided to change my pfp, found a buried folder I forgot existed, found some old Veneer art I forgot existed, spent 45 minutes looking at all the old photos, STILL HAVE NOT TOGGLED ONE SIMPLE OPTION THAT SHOULD'VE TAKEN 30 SECONDS AT MOST
#I'm shocked I have these drawings scanned on my pc I don't remember doing that I must've done it before I left in case my mom threw all my#Art out again#Anyway at age 12 I was writing a better '3 merpeople go on land to find a 4th one that has been disguised as a human all his life' story#Than Ma/ko Merm/aids EVER did so uh. Take that Jonathan#God it sucks so bad that kid me would've LOVED MM if it just DIDN'T HAVE THE STUPID GENDER WAR BULLSHIT#Literally the entire first and second season is just. So fucking stupid. I wrote a God damn essay about how they fumbled Erik's story SO BAD#I don't even LIKE Erik BUT THEY DID HIM SO DIRTY#THE CHARACTER POTENTIAL AND WRITING COULD'VE BEEN BETTER THAN ZANE B. S1 OF H2O BUT THEY THREW IT AWAY AND FOR WHAT!!!!!!!#Seriously you're telling me a kid who was abandoned his entire life for being male didn't have a bigger impact on the pod than FUCKING ZAK?#That plot twist of 'oh actually Zak was a merman all along' was 100% so they could guilt free write Erik out#Instead of like. Having him face his actions or redeem himself in like. Any way. He just fucks off. THEN the pod is like lol Zac were sorry#We're sorry for literally not doing anything to you because you were privledged enough to have a mother who was super ultra powerful#So you were never really affected by our actions until JUST now. Unlike that other fuckface Erik who suffered his whole life alone#Also then in s3 there are STILL no mermen in the pod. Not even little mermen babies. No kids and teens they've welcomed back n apologized to#NOTHING#God. Mm pisses me off dude#AND I STILL HAVENT TOGGLED THAT FUCKING OPTIONS AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH#Cruddy rambles#God I'm not done I'm sorry fallout can wait YOU ARE TELLING ME THE GUY WHO TELLS US HOW SHITTY MERMAN BABIES R TREATED BY THE POD. IS NOT#THE SAME ONE THE POD APOLOGIZES TO IN THE SEASON FINALE BECAUSE THEY WROTE IN A SHITTY PLOT TWIST?#AUUUUUUUHHHHGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG#It's so bad. It's so fucking bad. It's so needlessly gendered and for what. They could've just had 2 rival warring pods#What pisses me off the most is that s3 (4) completely pivots and never really follows thru with the s1 and 2 story arcs#The writers just kinda wash thsir hands of that because 'hey the pod said sorry to zac' BUT THEN NOTHING ACTUALLY CHANGES!!!!#Maybe instead of having a constantly rotating cast of characters s3 (4) could've instead focused on Ondina and Erik's relationship a bit#Maybe have Ondina tell him she wants to just stay friends because she can't trust him. Have him IDK grow and change as a character?#Maybe so you can show kids nobody is born evil and we all need support systems and healthy relationships to grow and become better people??#THAT would've been a GOOD FOLLOW THROUGH#But no instead u just write him out of the show and never show any OTHER mermen who were exiled being welcomed back#Like u had Ondina becoming a teacher... Why not have Zac become a teacher for all the new mermen who were just recently welcomed back??
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part 5/26ish
hey who spilled this plot in my otherkin hrt comic?
spoilers: it was me
from the beginning
#otherkin hrt#fictionkin hrt#fictionkin#otherkin#digihrt#dg arts#-apomon#we told our wife about how we were drawing from real life experiences with this comic plot#did you know it took us 2 years to realize she had a huge crush on us?#it also took us those 2 years to realize that we like#actually wanted to spend the rest of our life with her#we were like “hey... so i think i have a crush on you? but i don't wanna ruin this friendship”#and she was like “OH HUH YEP OKAY COOL”#anyways about 10 years later we got married#that has very little to do with this comic but i will take a chance if i see it to talk about our wife#also i think i may end up drawing a few bonus comics elaborating some more on how i think the .mon file thing works#or at least how i wrote it here#-sky
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DAV fundamentally doesn't believe that power structures can contain people who are both competent humans and not cartoonishly evil.
In fact it doesn't seem to believe that there exist different mutually exclusive forms of evil. All evil is the same evil. All good is the same good. Good thing there's no ambiguity or complexity in the system for anyone to worry about.
#dragon age the veilguard#the idea that a relevant polity doesn't have a military and in fact relies on an assassin's guild beggars belief#and so does the idea that this one resistance group is all that stands between a major empire and cult takeover#I promise there are other competent assholes in power who don't want cult takeover because it threatens their personal power#and not for any remotely ethical reason#also there's no way tivinter doesn't have a fucking army#hey BioWare hire me to tell you whether your plot points make any fucking sense and give you slightly better excuses to do stuff#ones that don't make me think you have no idea how reality actually works#but at least the way you've structured your story you need never worry about there being a lesser evil the good guys need to ally with#because all levels of evil have decided to get behind a single axis together no matter how much they hate each other#that and also the assassin's guild is no longer evil apparently#Don't worry about the buying children#anyway I have many many problems with the way that this game does a lot of things but this is the one that most frequently drives me nuts
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new oneshot! 9.1k of Anderperry/silly banter/frothy fluff with a small side of Les Mis - a teeny present for @aj-scott725 (man, sorry the betaing didn't work out!! thanks for being such a great mutual). found here!
(knight/bard au will be out at... some point when proofreading is done. very excited for that one!)
#irl mutuals you know the drill. i love you all so much. leave this post ALONE#very slowly getting into the habit of not regarding fluffy oneshots as#like. less meritorious than ones with plot! hey! there's a place for everything#and sometimes you DO just want to write 9k of silly repartee. it happens#dead poets society#dead poets society fanfic#dead poets society fanfiction#dps#anderperry#tristan writes
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I'm sorry for the OC brain rot on main....
(the lines are from a post about "tag yourself: awkward/unflirty Sims edition" and honestly? all my OCs are awkward/unflirty so ... yeah...)
#my characters#they (my OCs in general) are not mine if they don't pine and fail at romance#and the fact one of the options WAS actually ask an inappropriate question??? deacon coded if there was ever something deacon coded#i have so many stupid ideas for ymber having the worst comments that he THINKS would be flattering in his head and then he hears it out lou#and is like oh no that was awful im going to be abandoned for that and i deserve it oh wow dang that was so bad#both of them are trying so hard to be supportive and learn about the other and somehow its working?#no one else knows HOW it works but ok buddy#like i saw a mug in a coffee shop that i DESPERATELY want to draw in the modern au i have#with Oh handing it to Ymber saying AH HA found a mug I can gift Deacon the next time you fuck up with talking to him#and then doesn't buy it but is thinking about it and then later that day Ymber says something v blunt and non flattering#and Oh just ARE YOU KIDDING ME I DONT HAVE DEACONS GIFT BC YOU SAID YOUD TRY HARDER AT THIS#the mug in question said#congrats on your breakup we hated him#and there were sparkles around breakup#and it was so funny to me i just .... thinking about how much Oh would love to give it to deacon as a sorry my friend is so bad at this#i really wanna draw more of the sims fail options with the others in the plot but hey i can post it on my side blog and spare you all here#i was thinking about a fanart idea earlier this morning and completely forgot it by the time i sat down to draw#gomen gomen i was gonna try to not do ocs on main but.... alas....
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What Version of Victor Creed do you write?
Me: Yes.
#realistically it's probably mostly inverted Vic or 90's Vic with Movie Flair#idk he's probably not canon accurate but like do I really care? no. have you SEEN Canon. it's a mess#who wants to play grrrrrr mindless evil because the plot demands it#hilariously vic is my main here and only here and it feels like he is just having loads of side adventures rn#he's gonna show up to the Sacred timeline with 3 new kids and a dozen new lovers like hey#i also love how people will be so formal about him like ah yes can I speak to your Mr. Creed and I'm calling him Vic like we're roommates
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Why is B’Elanna Torres the cutest girl in the world?
#she's adorable....IMMEDIATELY she's like 'THIS ROBOT'S GONNA DIE IF I CAN'T HELP IT!!!!' and everyone around her's like B'Elanna....whocares#Hehehehhe nooo they're being sweeter than that#Harry-B'Elanna and Neelix-B'Elanna moments at the start were V sweet <3#Harry being annoyed and tired but still willing to stay there and work with her if she wanted him to#Also Harry/B'Elanna should have been a thing. Harry says in season 2 what Tom didn't know until B'Elanna was LITERALLY breaking up with him#when she got so excited she just ran out of the medbay while still theorizing <3<3#when she smiledsobig and shyly at being complimented by the robot <3<3#Also LOVE Chakotay saying 'Tom!!!! Don't go alone it'll be dangerous.....for the shuttle :)'#I fucking love how everyone on Voyager's trying desperately to save B'Elanna and the robots are threatening to kill her and the crew#but B'Elanna and this robot are kinda just chilling and being cute friends together...god I hope they don't die#'I believe you can do it B'Elanna Torres.' / 'Hey! Don't send me flowers just yet >)'#'we did it!!! We actually DID IT~!!!!!' / 'YOU did it B'Elanna Torres.'#This robot is B'Elanna's biggest hypeman get him on the ship#OOOOHHHH I LOVE THAT LAST SECOND PLOT TWIST~!!!!!!#YEEEAAAH B'ELANNA MAD SCIENTIST EPISODE~!!!!!#'My GOD what have I done????' <- sexiest thing a woman can say v_v#I love no harm no foul episodes where it's just like 'hmmm WELL!'#episodes where something weird happens and will probably just keep on happening somewhere in space#B'Elanna Torres
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