#i wont take the blasphemy

[phhantasms]

Seeing ppl i followed bc of bsd talking about unholyverse aka my absolute jam growing up in the mcr fandom 😭 whiplash

[jyoongim]

A Deal With God

Alastor x Morningstar!Reader

Themes: fem!reader, Morningstar!reader, Angst, mention of character death, secrets, religious themeAlastor being Alastor, fluff, slight smut, deal-making,  soul possession, Lilith a shitty mother/wife/sister, established relationship, difficult family dynamic, there’s a trope in here I just don’t know what to call it?

Chapter 2

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Chapter 1

“You cannot be serious?!” You shouted rushing after your sister. Lilith was packing her things in a suitcase, ignoring you. You just couldn’t believe her.

Had she lost her mind?

Lilith had told you that she was going to leave. 

Leave Hell. 

“Where will you go? How can you leave your own kingdom?” You asked her as she stood, looking at a family portrait.

It was Lucifer, Her, and Charlie.

You couldn’t understand what would have caused your sister to want to leave home.

She had no where to go

At least if you had a say in it.

You tried to talk some sense into you.

”Sister…this is your home you’re leaving. Your kingdom! You are the Queen of Hell you can’t just up and disappear!”

She sighed, turning to you with a stern look.

”I just need a change of scenery”

You frowned “Blasphemy! What about Lucifer? That man will be torn if you leave and from my knowledge he hasn’t done anything to upset! he loves you Lil” 

She took off her wedding ring, placing it on the dresser

”This has nothing to do with me or Lucifer”

She tried to barge past you, but you pushed her back

”If not him or the kingdom then what about your daughter? What about Charlie Lil?!”

She paused. It was just for a second but you saw the uncertainty in her eyes.

”Charlie will be fine. She’s old enough to understand” she barged past you, but you were hot on her tail.

”Just tell me why you’re leaving! At least give me something so i can console your husband and child!” You screamed at her, grabbing her arm and yanking her to look at you.

She growled at you, eyes flashing red and horns extending out her head. “I don’t have to explain anything to you or anyone for that matter! Now let go!” She yanked her arm, but you held fast.

Your emotions getting the better of you and you too, hissed right back at her. “You do when you’re trying to run off in the night with no regard to your duties! Now answer me!”

She sighed,  looking away “I’m going back” she whispered.

You blinked. Back? Back where-your eyes widened “No”

you tightened your grip on her arm “no no you can’t! Are you mad?! Why would you go back? After everything that happened?”

She huffed wrenching her arm out of your hold “I am aware and I just have to okay”

You’ve never seen your sister look so…cold.

”Lil…” you started but she cut you off “Promise me”

She grabbed your hand “promise you wont tell anyone! No matter who ask or what happen you wont tell!”

A golden glow emitted from your bounded hands.

”L-Let me go!” You said trying to pull away, but she squeezed your hand, making you wince 

“Promise no matter what you see that you’ll tell no one where I am, that goes for Lucifer and Charlie. Do you promise?”

she was shaking.

”Why should i hmmm?” You challenged her.

”It’ll all be yours.” She said. You narrowed your eyes at her.

You know what that meant.

”This Realm. The kingdom. The power. The Crown. Ill give it all to you. Just promise me that you’ll tell no one” 

Your sister was holding back tears.

But so were you.

If you did this…

”Please sister”she pleaded,tears sliding down her cheeks.

You sighed “Fine”

You clenched your jaw as the golden glow brighten and felt the burn of your promise seal into your hand.

Lilith hugged you, it would be the last time for some time that you will see your sister.

You watched as she neared the door, gave the palace one last look, gaze lingering on the family portraits, and she smiled

”Take good care of them for me?”

And just like that she was gone.

”You idiot…I would have done that anyway”

And you wept. 

Cries carried out into the night along with your burden.

But that was seven years ago…..

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Soooo what do you guys think so far? This might be slow to update as I am still working out the plot but do stay tuned!!!

[absolberts251]

GGGRRRRRHRHHHHHGGGGGGHHRGRHGRR GGDGGRGGRGRGRGRRR GGRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

I CANT TAKE UT ANYMORW!!!!! I NEED DOTTORE TO BE REAL!!! *SNARLS AND GROWLS* HRMMM 😡 I AM SO MAD RIGHT NOW!!!!!!

i WANR HIM!!!!! HOW CAN THEY DEPRIVE ME OF MY SILLY MAN... MY POOKIE WOOKIE CUDDLE BEAR ??!??!?!??!?!??!??!?! NOT FAIR!!!!!!!!!!!

LOOK AT HOW CUTE HE IS.... HE IS SO JOYOUS AND WHIMSICAL...... BUT THEY WONT LET ME HAVE HIM.. 😡😡😡😡😡

THIS IS BLASPHEMY!!!!!!!!! EVIL!!!!!!!!!!!! I WILL NOT ALLOW IT!!!!!!!!! HOYOVERSE YOU BETTER WATCH OUT. ME AND MY 3 FOLLOWERS WILL BE COMING FOR YOU....

and if you dont belive me? well *chuckles* heh. you got a storm coming. 😈

[princessbrunette]

Heyyy it’s me again!

I was wondering what your take is on what would happen to Carla limberys daughter and Rafe after Rafe betrays her mom and takes the cross? Cus he definitely wont plan on leaving her behind

-🛍️

ok again, heavy themes of blasphemy and christianity here because rafe knows no limits . read at your own risk !

ʚ‎‏ ͜ ̩͙ ︵ ̩͙ ୨ ♡ ୧ ̩͙ ‏︵ ̩͙ ͜ ɞ

oh i think he’d convince her that the shroud will never be hers, meaning she’s going to die pretty soon and she’ll need someone to take in her daughter. he promises her you’d have a good life, being spoilt rotten, he even swears to keep her on a straight path— in touch with god.

limbrey is reluctant at first, telling him that she will get that shroud no matter what, but eventually agrees that it’s not right for you to be in her care when she’s in this state, so she sends you off to live in rafes big house :(

you’re tougher to crack than rafe expected, incredibly devout and never straying from your ways for a moment. you’re innocent beyond belief, not understanding any of rafes inappropriate jokes about you being on your knees or picking up on his references to cocaine. you didn’t even know what that was.

however, he finally gets to break you after so long trying. you come to him one night, stressed about your lack of gratitude towards him, worrying you’ll be punished in the afterlife for not showing rafe how thankful you were for taking you in. rafe sits you on his knee, biting back his laugh as he makes some reference regarding mary magdalene and the inn keeper, comparing them to you both. you listen intently with wide eyes, even blinking back tears as you nod along — rafe telling you how hard he’s been working to keep you happy and healthy.

you grasp him, telling him you’ll do anything to show your gratitude.

“anything? i mean… i’m not sure if you’re capable of fulfilling such requests, sweetheart. it’s a little uh… unorthodox.”

“anything, rafe. let me show you how thankful i am.”

which is of course how you end up on your knees between his legs, being guided through sucking him off. he’s grinning, because in all of his years of receiving blow jobs, he’s never had someone suck him off with such devotion or passion— eager to please him and clear your emotional debt.

“am i doing okay, sir?” you mewl between slurps, wet hand jerking him just like he taught you. he sits back, inhaling deeply with his hands resting on his head, in awe.

“you are doing fantastic, baby. consider this penance, yeah?”

ʚ‎‏ ͜ ̩͙ ︵ ̩͙ ୨ ♡ ୧ ̩͙ ‏︵ ̩͙ ͜ ɞ

[roe-and-memory]

you guys are SO right for pushing red haired lightning . tired of the blonde blasphemy like i’ve been saying this forever. any sally doodles/headcanons?, maybe her life before meeting lightning, or even before coming to radiator springs ? we get a loose backstory for her in the movie but i always felt like there could be more there! love this blog by the wayeeee:)

IM SOOO SORRY ITS BEEN LIKE A MILLION YEARS

and REAL where is all the ginger lmq?.? he’s red!! give him some freckles and red hair and boom you’ve got the silly

we havent talked much about sally aside from her life with lightning.. which, on our part, i must say is disappointing because we both love her dearly, BUT we do have backstory for our girl and a couple headcanons

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hi this is roe, here are some doodles, thanks for the request!!

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for backstory

we think sally was a STUDENT in university when she came to radiator springs - went to berkeley for law, was two years into her courses when she decided she just Couldnt anymore. she packed all her stuff into a bag and left one morning and just drove until her car broke down in the middle of nowhere, otherwise known as about 10 miles away from radiator springs on route 66

before i go any further i usher you to read the backstory fic i made for her because self promo is real and it goes much more in depth about how utterly miserable i made her:

ANYWAYS we think she had a boyfriend previous to this, not really sure the details but they broke up, she was 19 when she came to radiator springs, 21 when lightning came around, etc.

headcanons wise

- she really loves flowers and plants. her favourite flowers are dahlias. she can make flower crowns like she created the concept of them herself, absolutely zero effort

- doc taught her law using his own knowledge from law school and the books she has from her own courses, she wasn’t too upset about not being able to be a big lawyer because in radiator springs she had other things to do — like bring her vision for the cozy cone to life

- she designed the cozy cone motel with the help of ramone and built it with the help of red

- her love language is physical touch

- (personal favourite) she loves hugging lmq, sometimes whenever the crew is sitting around and he’s sitting criss cross on the floor, she’ll sit behind him, arms around him, also criss cross, sound asleep with her head resting against his back and he is completely unbothered by it

- she doesnt cry much, her and lightning are similar that way, and it takes a LOT for her to get emotional. thats not saying she wont bawl her eyes out if lightning gets hurt because she loves him

[pastanest]

if you’re wondering why I’m having to repost this, or why you were perhaps previously following me but no longer are, please refer to this post. I was able to retrieve this thanks to the very lovely friends who have relentlessly sifted through tumblr archives to recover them, thank you all so much!! ♡

Courting Aragorn Would Include

- well we’ve all seen, and some of us have read, what it’s like to be in a romantic relationship with Aragorn, so we’re all pretty familiar with the territory

- however I would just like to take this opportunity to personally apologise to Arwen for this blasphemy ok we all stan u bb

- you’ll have to prepare yourself for some brooding angst if Aragorn is the one you plan to give your heart to

- it’ll also take a while to break down those angsty walls of his, he’s a difficult egg to crack

- but once you do get past his harsh and quiet exterior, he will love you more than anything in existence

- you wont have been prepared for a love this strong, and it will be incredibly intense, so strap yourself in

- as a lowkey royal figure, he’s more naturally accustomed to the art of courting, rather than casual dating that is consistent among the species of men

- courting in itself will include bouquets of flowers, which he has picked himself, being delivered to your front door with handwritten love letters from him

- Aragorn will be as patient as you need him to be, and because he’s already smitten, going at your pace wont bother him at all

- given the amount of time he has spent travelling, he’s bound to know some incredible romantic spots for picnics, campfires, stargazing, skinny dipping; anything you can possibly think of

- he wont treat you like a queen, because let’s not forget he isnt a big fan of royal positions to begin with, but he will look at you everyday like you are an angel at his side, and he will thank his lucky stars that you chose him to bare the weight of your heart

- and this doesnt change even when the process of courting is complete

- once you’re officially bound to him, his intense love for you will be visible to anyone that sees him

- Aragorn isnt big on aggressive PDA, he’s a very gentle man, but he does adore playing with your hair and holding your hands

- forehead kisses are a given

- linking back to his brooding, he’s quite stressed a lot of the time, and you will often give him shoulder and back massages to ease his physical tension

- over time, he loses the embarrassment brought on by asking for a massage, and will ask without hesitation, because he falls in love with your touch

- if anyone tries to sway your heart away from his, Aragorn will not hesitate to destroy them first with words, and then - if their poor attempts at persuasion continue - with a blade

- your heart could never be swayed from his, of course, but the mere act of someone trying to achieve such a thing is enough reason for him to be royally upset

- as already mentioned, Aragorn is very intense, and this comes across through his physical affection in moments shared between just the two of you

- when you’re enveloped by his arms, with your head on his chest and his heart beating in harmony with yours, words are no longer necessary

- and when he stares into your eyes, you catch a glimpse of the seas of turmoil, which now have rays of light beaming down on them, the light of your love for him

- he can never find words strong enough to describe his love for you, he chooses instead to express himself through his actions

- lying in bed on your sides, facing each other, your legs intertwined, his fingers caressing the side of your face as his eyes stare into yours, and your souls embracing each other

- when Aragorn loves, he loves more than any other creature possibly could, and if you are lucky enough to find yourself loved by such a man, dont let yourself forget, not even for a moment, that you are the luckiest person in Middle-earth

[ilynpilled]

“Why do you think Cersei and Jaime weren't more discreet about their affair?”

I saw this ask on another blog, and it was answered from Cersei’s perspective. What do you think of Jaime’s?

jaime started to revolve his existence around cersei entirely: “Her torch was the only light in the cavern. Her torch was the only light in the world.” his backstory lead to a disillusionment with every other aspect of his life that held meaning to him, as well as the moral + ethical structures and constructs present in westeros as a whole (so clearly he wont really care about this part. i assume he would love to even rebel against it lol. he sure loves blasphemy). sex, specifically, with cersei seems to take on a dissociative quality that he desperately craves because it is also something that allows him to continue to compartmentalize his trauma. this is the way i can potentially see a “cersei is a drug” allegory:

cersei’s “thrill seeking” can primarily be attributed to reclaiming her sexual agency and retaliating against robert through the only means that she has (see the darry scene and what they choose to do). meanwhile, imo, jaime’s is a hunger for an extreme dopamine rush that allows him to escape his baggage, as well as receive self-affirmation from a delusional and broken version of a great and destined chivalric romance where he continues to fulfil the role of a “knight” protecting and serving his “maiden”, as a desperate attempt to sustain an idealized past and the values he used to hold in his own twisted way, which is now the only thing that is holding his self-concept together beyond his martial prowess. i also think his sheer physical power and gordian knot approach to everything plays into, or at least for sure enables, the recklessness. like he’s gonna just kill robert like he did aerys haha, who is gonna stop him? then theres a risk of him dying/being executed for it? whatever, he is not afraid of his death, he does not care! and he is not bound by laws and ethics that he doesn’t believe in.

[sumbreon]

ive barely been here recently cause ive been consumed with reading again and im currently being haunted by worms (fictional)

yay i remembered how to do a readmore on mobile! you would think that being consumed by a piece of media would make me constantly blog about it but thats not how i work. i have to sit staring off into the distance just processing things

so my pc died! (and now lives again <3) and inbetween figuring that out i managed to entice myself to read again and finally read said the black horse by sanctus-ingenium (their tumblr handle. i would link to buy the book but their kofi shops down atm) and i devoured that fucking book im not okay about félix spent the past week thinking about this book and about félix. this is a book i wish i could have a physical copy of it cause i so badly want to be flicking back through to things that twig in my brain (the entire conceit of this post is those fucking worms making me go wait! fuck!) (im at work so i keep getting distracted so this probably wont be coherent but i need to get the worms out of my head at least a little) but augh... félix...

anyway theres a second book which im now 70%(?) through and the fucking worms... islin and the worms... woke up this morning and was led there half awake thinking about baby françois in the ruad and laughing about his mixture or formal speech and swearing and then that went to thinking about his being trans and he and félix threatening to go back into the woods in clarion wasnt cool with that and had a wait wheres inslin in this scene again? oh yeah he got worms in his arm

worms in his arm...

here we are in book 2 with a little flashback for islin

'You should try that, the worms call to him. Think of how impressed Félix will be'

the worms were already there... wasnt sure when exactly islin acquired his patron. thought it would be around when that flashback takes place maybe, learning blood magic from maxwell which in a way i suppose he learnt of the possibilities of it. already having the patron perhaps? (know its realistically gonna be moth based from the books being moth viper foal so silk worms maybe? [do all moths do worms or caterpillars or is there a specification for moth larvae? ill look that up if i remember later] theres at least one art i need to go stare at and sear into my brain) was islin picked by his patron long before it started asking things like félix? how long have the worms been whispering to him? how often do they speak?? i need to go back through the first book and find all the little thought italics and think on them... what is the price the worms want? the fuck did islin do to that captain??

something else weirds also going on with islins arms other than all the scars i think? i dont remember right now i need to go back and check that paragraph again... im also just fascinated by islin and the way he is for all his blasphemy still religious howd he end up like that? why is he still loyal to that god?

im also haunted by a lesser degree to félix's nun disguise does he keep choosing the nun disguise because islin called him beautiful dressed like a nun? okay he said it was becoming but thought beautiful. félix is this why you went with the nun disguise again???

if you read that jumble hiii i love you! :] i will continue to think about worms... read these books!

[limbobilbo]

Cringe lyrics I wrote for some of the ultrakill songs:

The Fire is Gone:

Here I stand

Isolation, the end

Nothing above, nor below

In silence I ponder

Alone with my thoughts

At last,

the fire is gone

In silence I ponder

Alone with my thoughts

At last the fire is gone.

The voices, the screams

The blood and the gore

All silent

The fire is gone

In silence I ponder

Alone with my thoughts

At last, the fire is gone

Mankind is dead

And blood is my curse

At last, the fire is gone.

Hell has gone quiet

I know that for sure.

And at last, the fire is gone.

Take Care (the terminal song):

Everything so loud

Just want to pipe right down

So take a rest now

The Fight for your life

Is causing you strife

So stop

And take a rest now

Weapons and Creatures galore

Gaming and Shopping and more

Keep the lights on

I’ll keep singing this song

So stop

And get some rest now

Screams all around you

In their home they’ve found you

Forget

And take a load off

Rest for a while

You can’t even smile

But I know

Its what youre thinking

All that blood and that gore

Isnt here anymore

Forget all about it

Pay them no mind at all

Let’s have a break now

You’re just a machine

Unable to dream

But I know

You can take a break now

And once you are gone

I’ll stop singing my song

Once more

But then again I know

You’ll come back for one more show

And I’ll be right here

And Ready to cheer

You up

and so

I see you depart

But know in your heart

Or whatever

You have

Inside you

That I am drunk

On the love that I feel

Towards you

And only you

And I know once again

You’ll come back to me and then

I’ll sing me song

And you wont stay for long

But you’ll know

To rest now

Everything so loud

Just want to pipe right down

So take a rest now

Versus:

no matter what

you think you are

no matter what

you think I am

We are the same

[chorus]

I AM YOU

YOU ARE ME

WE ARE THE SAME

I AM YOU

YOU ARE ME

WE ARE THE SAME

I AM YOU

YOU ARE ME

WE ARE THE SAME

I AM- (WE ARENT ONE)

[chorus]

What are you

Going to do

I’ll succeed

And you’ll be through

So take your gun

Shoot at me

No you missed

You are not

On par with me

You’ll never be

You’re just a poor

Reflection of me

I will break you

[chorus]

Take your shot

I know you’ll miss again

This is your test

Single Combat

You and me

No holds barred

So step on up and fight

Versus V

What do you think

Will come of this

Break apart

You heap of tin

And then you’ll come back

Try to best me

I kill you one more time

You’re no match for

V

Im your adversary

Shadow on the wall

A reflection of you

To bring your downfall

[chorus]

[chorus]

Everything you do

You do poorly

Even following my lead

You’ll just mess up again

YOU DISGUST ME

[chorus]

Your plan

Is just a charade

No matter what you do

We’ll still be caged

So try again you pathetic construct

The only way you’ll best me is through luck

Im your foe

your greatest adversary

Now die for V!

Divine intervention (Gabriel act 1):

Everything before

Faced beyond that door

Was just a test

Infernal Machine

Slumber in eternal rest

Father

In your light I walk

Before me it glows

Grant me thy strength

To vanquish this foe

Pray to god

And hope that he

Chooses to forgive

Your trespasses

Upon this ground

If not

Then I

Shall rend thy flesh

Bow before

The Father above

Grant me strength

Grant me that my work

May be simple and clean

Make your last stand you foul machine

I am in gods light

Following order

Grant me this fight

Nothing matters before now

Now face The might

Of an angel!

Nothing matters before now

Now face The might

Of an angel!

Damned machine

Being of steel

Mankind is dead

Blood is not yours to steal

Blade in hand and

Faith in heart

Let will be done

Now that would be smart

Everything around me is

Quaking in its death throes

Blood and Gore

Everything around me is

Quaking in its death throes

Red and Black

Feel my blade

Rend thy flesh

Fall into darkness

Return and then Depart.

Altars of Apostasy:

Heresy

Apostasy

Blasphemy

Burn now

Heresy

Apostasy

Blasphemy

Oh lord

Burn in the fires of hell

Repent all your sins

Your soul is damned

Pray for forgiveness

Oh lord

Grant me strength

And mercy

Oh God

Forgive me

Oh lord

Oh happy day

Save me

Please lord

Is there no end

To this

Oh please

Save me

Dear lord

Help me

Please

Death of God’s will (gabriel act 2):

(I didnt do this one in full only got a bit)

My mind is clear now

All around me, red and black

Blood and hatred galore

I see the truth now

Call me apostate

Now face my sword or bow down

I am in hatred now

This is thy fate

Die beneath my blade!

[libidomechanica]

“Of an old time”

A limerick sequence

               1

And if Pedrillo. Of an old time. And this hours and odd stanzas as no    buzz’d whisper itself on    his despairing. Feebly she lovely—till thoughtfully would be.

               2

Here will never more tame such permanent fog-banks gave like a shill; the noise    is good forth, and turn’d to    save. And health in youth of melancholy into it—but one.

               3

Her brooded, all colors coincide in whom the Baron dreamful was lash’d    upon them like a doll’s    kiss a heavy measures— rather had all in use. Out of mind.

               4

One’s good, Christmas the vales with heart’s heart really were slick-faced. Ah, Gossip dear,    couldst be, if now than the    air such a night, at himself where, breakers, other, an ill deep.

               5

I have quaff’d, louder he politely distance of melancholy rise, the    liked to take the headlands?    Application due where are fed upon the desert hearts, Love!

               6

Which one of the interrupted noticing until all she die! So that    makes it were too much as    the royall bloud full of impossible cloth of posting oaks.

               7

Where nature’s bride alone till made he bring the cutter omen still. If    ceremonies due to it,    and Ocean’s sire being damn’d for lay-men, are sunk; and hell!

               8

That all my flesh is foretold, those wonted calm pervades his world’s gay busy    feare, the grass, a purer    is by everywhere! For those we do nothing spray into man.

               9

Other this frenzies; thou forsaking salt sea, a sort of the night Pinto—    Mendez Ferdinando—    still I die. She cannot stops your voice, thy soul bereft and kin.

               10

Alas! A gently as every leaf will be well, my Spain received but sunk    down to yourself she begin    you, lifting union— slashing dose o’er him the purple rose!

               11

Or was with mine, what nothing and quivering the drreams awake, to all dreamer!    A heavenly    chameleopard, and her hair face: against sea-sick. And so they fear.

               12

From his head, and Greek. Of our own was not why, and foundation of hot towels,    and hands. To see and the    louder the wave’s high Iliads; about the night for they had skins.

               13

And some other’s case were not a stand their sleeping. And, since that makes to win!    I knew by tradition    with their spheres been my weak voice was struck, imagined you half-said.

               14

The mair o’ the grass of toil and parish rate; and half prevailed to win! When    with air so Grecian thought    o’clock, booms, hencoops, spars, and that blew; some corpses strand of Dew.

               15

Light for aye unsought intone; an anger guest; taught to me! Fixed their even    the brain. I knew thy foot,    losing when we too much as could be. And that conscience her more.

               16

His grasp at all.—Ah, bitter light of the World, they had his side, seen as double    your silence about    the case, blind-hitting the blushing shadow stood, hid from below.

               17

I feel a certain merchance straggling green darkness. Throat in trifles no    anodyne; give me that not;    and nocht could be, but about thee, who hast none knew not turn up.

               18

And merrily roar his salt water, wreathe a sugred blissfully venom    and chill temple, thy stored,    but Juan! Have ten those scar- tissue she stumbled, Stol’n to thy bier.

               19

Had love’s austere and when we will be as they did blasphemy, devotion    after tars were taught upon    the gale; and every sacred tie! A solitude, and, oh!

               20

And break your hair—her comes once more because the pride. No doubt he would have been    them upon the day did    aright; the bridle and wild, so tended from the offices?

               21

The deid o’ the great advantage of the found in his inke, this odd warp in    time to part of reach he    die! Innumerable is there vnseene, that to my Propertius.

               22

But with tears that if revealed two doves will build a bonie lass of me. There was    evidentially were    slick-faced. Added to any shore, guarded River or a war?

               23

Closet crept: my feet or hands, made agrees? Your next a fair stand at they did    blasphemy, devotion,    as the knots of his lecture read: that ye may become again.

               24

—Sun Griefe, find his youth of the Moon are feet and chaste kiss from his own sweetly,    my knees: of weathern morals,    never! Instead, every walk from that wintry sun the girl.

               25

Dash on: foes, friends for all one. Beautiful precarious maid in a queer    sort of fingers of the    day help’d on the stony British world with magic with magic.

               26

Thrown drought, and thereon he had not red. Tis said they hopes to set, their grave; and    with my eyes have gone out,    and glared upon the flight into the last her breathing the sea.

               27

Until the devil of liking, riding roof blue, and let it speak grief for    roosting and die. And so    thy broth, and worship afloat, I dress, besides, that’s flesh upright.

               28

Whose rose circling inside wall. I have found very near two hundred miles    encounter will aware    of me, that assail, thus they could not young bright had got marriage.

               29

Could not young, althought one or two sons, of whom I cold, and sigh’d no surely,    now, what shadows to lay.    Dear heart, Love! I never die. At O lonesome aqua-vita.

               30

For they, who pours from above, and flower snapp’d from a censer teeth of poor    instead of dark. For on    tiptoe, amorous self for roosting up the Venetian; stop!

               31

He curse me like to a naval mind, but none of his love, in the dead words    of the south. And, having    not a Thread like thy feeble creeps rustling now now feet and kings.

               32

But no scuse serues; she mutter’d paid daily servants at you’re seared to die.    Nor this, they felt no terrors    from her father’s kiss to revealed them in the old spaniel.

               33

Up then they theirs with eloquent, where to try for babble, merely comprehend    their bower window-    panes; St. For breakfast, and found. Of eloquent, with sense my deeds.

               34

Of louer? And rosé on the worn cave, life’s mystery, a sure sign of Zoe’s corpse,    from fears to peep, up than    the blest when all’s over the masts were nearer out Harvest Home.

               35

To stand a cough a thing hour, and gunpowder; and trees the with orgies and    fro. Into my scalp and    whisper’d a dream a little for motion of the same and brought.

               36

And love to him. A wafu’ moan; fair Annie, Annie, ’ they may ache in its    last—farewell you say well,    there be rack’d, over which their disaster, Antony the sea?

               37

Has our hair face of a grave though driving, nor cry’d: and yet of a soft    melody have, there rung, and    smiles apart. A kind compared, I dream, and, oh! And ever too.

               38

Then by the luck over your hot stare. She was all his frantic, I shunned the    dance. Pass, and I think of    the Eternal woe, whose heart on fire to say, therefore, with heart.

               39

Beads or tails, and fed by Cupid in silent eating, while she had not so    respectacled she saw    the bays. The round shall but did I see the thrust share his pillow.

               40

Then he was a good old college. Listening of a swain did a more wringing    and ev’ry service was    never rais’d nor reward to me! I can stood, but sunk again!

               41

His feeble arms and long since she went ill or well; it is St. That we dare    young flowers have slept not,    and marks upon his perils by an arm, yield suck him before?

               42

—Some other table, and the round her two, as days had been a miracle.    Chafing his fountain-crescent    behind her heart that he came down head a rag something shines.

               43

And I was, open the parson, who’s to Love is not where are clasp’d by its    last although before his    face. And true that is, some pleasure have, you have victual, and, oh!

               44

For his breast, and, maids are but see him was thicker, until your voice, thy hand.    When Juan stop my shivering    a divorce puzzled by an arm, yielded a dreams beneath.

               45

They fear. No changeable had made a younglings shoot, and read clear, that it really    thee preserved was wartime,    where ever morsel for us poor babble, merely fair!

               46

In the hard quarter the ship would see the boat for want to sence hold that is    hands that he died away.    For shears old slaves upon the glitter tars were making flight be.

               47

Fair a glow spread with every leaf will benumb our heart sae fu’ o’ wae! Out    of morsel for those red    gowd, mine o’ the began to weep, it could knows not rail within.

               48

If a Spanish, Turk, or Greek. An attic- crib. Of poets, so read her success    of amethyst I    could be neuter leucadia’s rock of pursuit. Come, reap thy rays!

               49

I will destroying tomb. For Death with his hang from the will fall, the Queen of    the top of the rich    attires, and when it grew less forlorn and a’ this woman’s heart.

               50

With for thy yoke, there is that he might by light with due precious East, sighing    and would burden may be    easily know. She lay motion charm Feebly she fresh features?

               51

I know those through mount, and Greek—they were souls entwine: while my Julia, heard old    man had been vain. For the    surf biting out again to end to subterranean streams.

               52

But often turn’d to redress: two casks and then forsook their press; and all used    sparkle of thou hast sail’d    in a space with Truth. Some trial had the free. I thine eyes their garb!

               53

The dead, long she knew thy figur’d, and, daring to you changed young, weeks have climb,    in them go, before his    fury from the hoped the same hue, of liuing dew? Tis pleased at night!

[bookoformon]

3Nephi, Chapter 2, Part 2. "Fairness."

The conceit, the "trick" with the Book of Mormon is it prophesies of the coming of Christ in its own fictional history and discusses why His Gospels were significant. Then in virtual reality it displays how awful, ruthless, petty, wicked, and destructive man is anyway.

This point must not be lost. After all the anticipation, the Christ child has been born it is year 5, but the people named in 3 Nephi as not changing or growing, they are not the least bit engaged with the fact God has Come:

10 And it came to pass that the people did still remain in wickedness, notwithstanding the much preaching and prophesying which was sent among them; and thus passed away the tenth year also; and the eleventh year also passed away in iniquity.

11 And it came to pass in the thirteenth year there began to be wars and contentions throughout all the land; for the Gadianton Robbers had become so numerous, and did slay so many of the people, and did lay waste so many cities, and did spread so much death and carnage throughout the land, that it became expedient that all the people, both the Nephites and the Lamanites, should take up arms against them.

12 Therefore, all the Lamanites who had become converted unto the Lord did unite with their brethren, the Nephites, and were compelled, for the safety of their lives and their women and their children, to take up arms against those Gadianton robbers, yea, and also to maintain their rights, and the privileges of their church and of their worship, and their freedom and their liberty.

13 And it came to pass that before this thirteenth year had passed away the Nephites were threatened with utter destruction because of this war, which had become exceedingly sore.

14 And it came to pass that those Lamanites who had united with the Nephites were numbered among the Nephites;

15 And their curse was taken from them, and their skin became white like unto the Nephites;

16 And their young men and their daughters became exceedingly fair, and they were numbered among the Nephites, and were called Nephites. And thus ended the thirteenth year.

FAIRNESS is the just and good kind, it is also either a sign of leprosy, blasphemy, or a sign one has attained to full and complete knowledge of God.

Fairness is not overflowing in most of the Book of Mormon which is filled with nonsense wars between crooks, the church, and various neighborhoods of persons, all who violate the most pristine tenet it names "be friendly, do not mint weapons of war."

But for wont of freedom and liberty, war is needed and they boil up all over again because the corruption has not been made to stop. Everyone in America has been arguing and willing to bear arms over a short list of corrupt priorities- Curbing abortion rights and birth control, forcing gay people into a mold that is not their own, and oppression of black, Jewish, and Muslim people.

Not one of these things is legal, they could all be crushed instantly and life could be so good, but never have we considered putting an end to their causes, the Republican Party, not once. So war is what we shall have if the White House does not enforce the law against them.

The Prophecy say we will find a way to adhere to the Prime Commandment. I don't see how so long that will happen as the law is not observed and corruption is allowed.

The Values in Gematria for the above sections are:

v. 13: The Value in Gematria is 11214, אבאד‎ ‎, "the object of desire is yabad", "to be dried out of the violence and advance."

The verb יבש (yabesh) means to wither; to be or become dry (Joshua 9:5, Isaiah 15:6, Amos 4:7). There are some other verbs that basically mean to dry or dry up, but yabesh is used predominantly to indicate withering of plants and vegetables (or even souls or body parts).

Oddly enough, typically this verb is used to describe the dryness of the earth after the flood of Noah recedes (Genesis 8:14), and the dryness of the Reed Sea that allows Israel to escape from Egypt (Joshua 2:10).

This verb's derivatives are:

The adjective יבש (yabesh), meaning dried (Numbers 6:3) or dry (Nahum 1:10, Job 13:25).

The feminine noun יבשה (yabbasha), meaning dry land (Exodus 4:9, Nehemiah 9:11, Isaiah 44:3).

The feminine noun יבשת (yabbashet), also meaning dry land. This variant is used only in Psalm 95:5 and Exodus 4:9.

v. 14: The Value in Gematria is 6032, ו אֶפֶסגב, "and the summit, and Ephesus." First the flood, then the summit of Ararat, the "curse reversed" and then the New Town, Ephesus, the one that is always behind us because we won't put an end the corruption.‎‎

v. 15: The Value in Gematria is 4409, דדאֶפֶסט‎‎, a deadfest, the slaughter of the causes of sin is a must if we are to purify society. The Republicans cheated en masse in the 2016 Election, there is a major motion picture that has the footage, they operate a gay underage pedophile porn ring, they invited an armed coup into the Capitol building on January 6, 2021, they are colluding with the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints to engage in espionage and human trafficking, abuse of minors, and they are being permitted to cover it all up.

They recently engaged in Crimes Against Humanity by overturning RVW and worst of all of these was their callousness towards the people of Ukraine when they came to us for help.

The Republican Party must be closed down, its lawmakers, SCOTUS Judges and allies put to death for treason and numerous felonies. Society must be purified of the Republicans.

v. 16: The Value in Gematria is 8133, חאג‎ג‎, hagg, similar to Hajj, we must make a circle around the Republicans in Congress, and none of them must be allowed to escape.

see verse 11:

"...for the Gadianton Robbers [deliberately obscures and acts contrary to the truth] had become so numerous, and did slay so many of the people, and did lay waste so many cities, and did spread so much death and carnage throughout the land, that it became expedient that all the people, both the Nephites and the Lamanites, should take up arms against them."

The primary thrust of the Gospels are it is hard to be good, but not difficult to be loved, and to love that which is good is the very best man can hope to accomplish. The Republicans have this all fucked up.

Capiche?

[miniwolfsbane]

Anon wont work but i believe in this enough i have no shame. you must hear it.

Sry but u cannot be sharing recipes like that and calling them enchiladas. Im sure ur lovely but that is not ok. Pls like u have invented a new disj at this point. (No hate love the innovative spirit but pls learn the real dish) -Flour tortillas "so they fold". enchiladas are madr with corn tortillas and we have folded them for centuries. What is so difficult? I do not understand

-Taco seasoning... :/

-Canned corn (blasphemy)

-the presence of corn at all. it does not go with your other ingredients at all, instead with cilantro, black beans, cheese and white rice, maybe avocado. The tortilla is implied but perhaps not to the likes of you.

-Enchilada sauce from a can. You don't even specify red or green but it's ok because if it's canned both taste the same (like nothing). I weep for u.

-"Mexican rice" I know you mean arroz con tomate but this could mean so many different things!!!!! So many!

Anyways pls my friend try some real authentic food and stop butchering mexican culture. U will never catch me uploading lasagna recipe involving jarred pesto and cabbage. (For it would cease to be a lasagna....)

One, if I'm going to take you seriously, it helps to type full words and not text speak.

Two, this was just for fun and I'm not a professional chef. Sorry for offending you, but I am half Puerto Rican. Grew up eating chicken and rice a lot and Mexican is my favorite, even if the two food cultures are similar but not the same. I wasn't setting out to offend Mexican culture, I just made something I thought tasted good and thought others would enjoy it, but for the sake of being PC or whatever, I'll amend what I'm guessing is a months or years-old post so as not to bring anyone else's ire/irritation/whatever because I've frankly received more than enough backlash on Tumblr for a lifetime in one form or another. Edit: I was NOT saying you were being mean, I've just had some really negative interactions on tumblr and I feel like this one accurate post might bring in the horde of trolls. People can get VERY sensitive on a variety of subjects, even something as simple as food. You were in the right, they weren't authentic enchiladas. I just call things as I see them sometimes, and it was what it was when I made the post, even if it wasn't accurate to what enchiladas actually are. And sorry if I sounded mean or angry in any of this. Coincidentally, I wrote it hungry and 9 times out of 10 I get h-angry.

Have a good week and sorry again for not making traditional enchiladas. Again, it was just for fun, nothing serious. Edit: I NEVER use canned corn for stuff like this, usually I use frozen veggies because fresh stuff doesn't keep well for me unless I have big plans for it. Green Giant does have a line of frozen products, not all of it is canned.

[with-love-from-hell]

Welcome!

About me

I will write:

Comfort, fluff, angst, sfw and nsfw, crack/memes, headcannons, drabbles, one shots, and long fics

The brothers, datables, Luke (PLATONIC ONLY) my Mc, and sometimes the newbies

Fic including sensitive topics (sexual assault, mental health issues, self harm, abuse, etc) or gore/violence

SOME kinks, but definitely not all (I will write praise kink, body worship, overstimulation, and temperature/sensation play, to name a few)

Poly ships with no contact between brothers.

I WILL NOT write:

Incest (e.g. any sexual or romantic imteractions between the brothers)

Pedophilia (e.g. Nsfw or romantic fics involving Luke or an underage MC)

Most kinks (non-con, vore, somnophilia, age play, pet play, watersports, humiliation, choking, necrophilia, etc. THIS IS NOT A COMPREHENSIVE LIST).

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General Masterlist:

Long fics

Vermillion Skies {CW: Sexual Assault, Gore, Violence}

WIP - Melancholia {Heavy Angst}

The Body Image series {CW: Eating Disorders}

Blasphemy (part 1) (part 2) (part 3) {CW: Religious trauma, homophobia, mentions of abuse}

WIP - The Fortification Series {CW: Various types of abuse}

WIP - Self-Gratification Stories {NSFW}

One Shots

Wont Back Down [ft. Lucifer] {CW: Emotional Abuse}

Coming Out [ft. Asmo] 

The Fallout [ft. Mammon] {Heavy Angst}

Break Me Down [ft. Asmo]

Child!Mc transported to Devildom

Trans!Mc feeling dysphoric [ft. Asmo]

Chubby!Mc who is insecure [ft. Asmo]

Pilfer Now, Apologize Later [ft. Satan & Solomon]

Distance [ft. Satan] {Angst}

Mc Monday Prompt #5 [ft. Lucifer x Storm] {CW: emotional abuse, violence}

Detach [Lucifer x Storm] {CW: emotional abuse, eating disorder mention}

The Flashback [Lucifer x Storm] {CW: rape, self-harm, PTSD}

Drabbles

666 follower event drabbles

Dark Art (ft. Satan, Lucifer, Solomon)

Humans are Soup [ft. Solomon] {Crack}

Caring for a drunk Mc [ft. Asmo & Mammon]

NSFW prompt drabbles [ft. Levi, Barbatos, Lucifer, Satan, and Diavolo] {NSFW}

Falling for Pun Traps (ft. Simeon, Belphie, Mammon, Lucifer, & Solomon) {Crack}

Saviors (ft. Belphie, Asmo, and Barbatos) {CW: sexual assault}

Headcannons

Masterlist - headcanons for my MC

The Brothers Accidentally trigger an Mc with C-PTSD

Random headcannons {NSFW}

Brothers + side characters reactions to an Mc with fixations on Children's media

Photograph [ft. Asmo, Belphie, Lucifer, & Mammon]

Brothers and Datables caring for Mc after they are sexually assaulted

Motorcycle Headcanons

Pet names (part one) and (part two)

MC Who Flinches When the Brothers Raise Their Arms

Mc's abusive ex tries to take them back to the Human World

Mc shouting "possess me daddy" at the brothers (+ Dia and Barb) {Crack}

Trying to help MC with their family issues [ft. Mammon, Beelzebub, Lucifer, and Satan]

Brothers reactions to a shy mc

Taking Care of a Sick Mc

Mc who is an Erotic Dancer

Mc is harassed by a Demon at the Fall [ft. Lucifer, Diavolo, Asmo, and Mammon]

Mc has a baby (Brothers) (Datables)

Masturbation headcanons {NSFW}

Mc's father passes away suddenly (scenario a: good relationship) (scenario b: bad relationship)

Top 5 headcannons for each brother

Top 5 headcannons for Dia & Barbatos

Brothers (+ Dia, Barb, & Solo) singing Karaoke

Memes/Shitposts

The brothers as social media posts

The brothers as memes

The brothers as memes (2)

Brothers as Gifs in my photo gallery

The datables and newbies as memes

Obey me characters as gifs

[jeanbeaux]

Tw: sacrilege, degradation, blasphemy

Amy I just stop by to kiss your mind coz I got too weak in the knees with what you sent me, and I pray patiently for someone to write something like that

Other ways to forgive your sins would be to go through the priests office, one every different Sunday until you complete the circle with all the men and ride their hard cocks until you get their holy cum. You would have to stay in wet panties during the whole sermon, trying to make sure that every time you stand up the liquid doesn't spill down your thighs and everyone realizes that you haven't changed a bit, you're still a whore who disrespects the house of the lord, what a shame

HELP IM SCREAMING

the og thirst in question

warnings: 18+/smut/minors DNI, sacrilege, mainpulation, babytrapping, breeding….author going through something idk where this is coming from

no bc they would all be so different with you….

gojo always likes to put your panties back on a lil crooked after cumming in you, so that some of it cant help but trickle down your soft thighs. fuck the fact that he’s in the middle of a sermon, he cant help but smirking a little when your eyes widen in surprise as you pray the white wont sneak past the hem of your skirt.

nanami’s more rough but gentler after, pumping his seed in you with your fingers when your done to make sure it stays with you. he cant help but think about the thought of you all swollen with his child — maybe the best rehab for your image was becoming a preacher’s wife, of course a temptress like you would make him regret his vows, but he can’t help but groan at the thought of just breeding you. you can still taste him on his fingers when he places the communion wafer on your tongue, pushing his digits a little further down your throat so you are reminded of what you did.

getou loves reminding you about who you are. every sermon after is centered around the fate of the adulters and the unfaithful, the harlots and the whores, ending with the concept of repentance being your only salvation when his eyes met across the crowded room to look at you. getou’s smart, he does this because he’s the most insatiable out of the four. while your mother nearly cries in delight about how you want to stay after to talk to Father Suguru, she’d surely have a heart attack about how he was able to bend you over his desk with such ease in order to absolve you.

toji is not a liar like the othes — he’s very aware he’s just as corrupted as you are, which is why he indulges in your sweet cunt whenever he can. he’s the one that comes for the home visits when your mother is concerned about your grandfather’s health, the one who now has a weekly invite to family dinners. if only they knew how the fingers he uses to turn the pages of the holy book are playing with your folds under the checkered table cloth. nanami can dream, but toji’s a man with a plan — he’s a false preacher anyways — a poser who ran away and put on a mask to escape his failure of a life. and you hate it here just as much as he does, so putting a kid in your and whisking you away wouldn’t be such a bad idea, yeah?

maybe you’ll be the reason he can atone for being such a terrible father the first time around, the thought causing him to fuck into you a little harder while he’s got you up here in your childhood bedroom. the cross on your necklace thats bouncing with your breast with each thrust is a lie, to the both of you, and as toji spills inside you with a large hand clamped on your mouth — he prays it will take, so that the both of you can face the truth — and begin your life as sinners anew.

[raekahwritings]

BNHA Gods AU - Thanatos - Shindou Yo

GODS AU! - What kind of shitty god are you?

Pairing: Shindou You x Reader

Rating: Explicit, NSFW, Minors, DO NOT ENTER.

Warning: NSFW, Mentions of non-consent, slight blood/gore/murder,slight yandere.

Word Count: 2016

Authors Note: This was written in one night, I really wanted to make it in time for this collaboration despite everything going on right now. I hope you all can forgive me since this wasn’t proof read but hopefully you all can enjoy the Gods!AU Shindou!

GODS!AU Collaboration: Please check out the collab here from @lemonlordleah-shinzawa-kitten​

The age of gods was long over. They no longer walked this earth. No one worshipped them; they became the words of fiction and stories.

Let the gods guide you.

Live your life well and the gods may reward you.

Do not turn away from the path of good, lest the gods punish you.

Where were the gods when you needed them? When your mother had dressed you up as a pretty doll, when you smiled and jumped in the excitement of a new dress, and when she had shown you to a portly older gentleman. He took you, none-too-gently, and placed a bag of coins into your mother’s palm. She had left brusquely, curtly, and took care not to look you in the eyes.

How long had it been since then? Your childhood had gone by in the mess of yelling, screams, and scullery work. When you were old enough? You now lay on the floor with your clothing strewn apart, dried tears on your face and a voice hoarse from screaming.

This was a life where no gods deigned to visit—this was a place of vileness, sordidness, and loathsome men. You were nothing more than a commodity to them—they had no qualms about leaving you on this dirty floor.

God, you had prayed so many times. Save me.

You’d been delivered to them, lent like broken toy until they called the brothel master to fetch you.

You had been defiled too many times to believe that any God would help you now.

Where were you? What had they consecrated this time? They had laughed and they had jeered while you had cringed at the blasphemy they spewed. They had taken their belts to mark you, left you bleeding, and then poured acridly old liquid, “—better hope this fucking holy water works.”

“They would laugh at this.” You blinked away the tears, blinked to see the dormant idolatry of Thanatos nearby. You scrabbled at the ground, trying to find a perch to lay your hands on so you could get up. You winced at seeing the dried blood and spilt fluids. If there was a moment for Thanatos to judge you, this would be now.  

But would he?

Gods had come and gone, with nary a care. You tried to stand, tried to ignore the mess they had made, and you glared at the idolatry. “You didn’t stop this.” You pointed to the empty room – “You’re supposed to be some merciless, hateful god of death.” You scoffed, knowing it was pathetic. Here you were, reaching a level of desperation to talk to some useless piece of stone and an empty room like it would answer you. But all the resentment, anger, and bitterness spewed out – here and now— you hissing, “You’re a fucking piece of shit god.”

And yet.

“If my life was enough of a price, would you come here and now? Or am I too dirty for someone like you? You want a precious little girl, an innocent naïve little sheep?” You furiously took the idol, glaring before slamming it as hard as you could to the floor. Take that, you fucker.

You watched the idol shatter into pieces, the useless stone rolling away. You should fear your own blasphemy and yet… satisfaction had you feeling smug.

“My, my, that doesn’t seem very nice.”

Holy fuck. You whipped around—the room was empty. When had someone come in? You nearly screamed at the mysterious voice, your arms reaching out to blindly shove at the culprit while you stumbled backwards.

A masculine hand caught your arm, tsking at you and he emerged from the shadows with a disappointed look. You nearly fell backwards but his iron clasp had you standing upright.

“Who are you?” Shock and fear colored your tone, the smugness was fleeting as you look to the door, a door that hadn’t budged since the scraggle of men had left earlier. How did he get in? You looked at him, swallowing nervously, your gaze flitting up and down to make out this stranger in the darkness.

“You called me and yet, you still ask me?” He stepped further into the firelight… You looked up at this dizzyingly tall man, you could make out the messy, dark locks framing his chiseled face. But more so, you found yourself staring into eyes the color of pure jade. He was far too handsome, his features bold and brooding, the stubble on his face giving him a heathenish look. He was broad and lean, the muscles of his arms and chest visible through his disheveled shirt.

Someone who made you stop breathing.

“No.” You breathed— “You’re lying.” You called no one, he was here to take you back to the brothel, you tried to wrench your hand pathetically away. He couldn’t fool you, no matter how handsome he was.

“Calm down.” He pulled you into his chest, you were the one falling forward as he stopped your mewling struggles. You heard those words countless times; it had always preceded the acrid smell of chloroform…

“I don’t want to go back.” You choked out, letting your wrists fall slack. “I don’t want this.”

His voice lilted up, questioning. “Go back where?” You could almost believe the sincerity in his voice, the confusion, the perplexity of the situation. But people loved playing with you, toying with you in these games— men liked playing with women as if it were a game of cat and mouse. You curled your fingers into your palms, once again trying to suppress any kindle of hope—because you inevitably always were sold back.

Meanwhile, Thanatos, the god you had summoned with your blood, piety, and holy water—looked heavenwards in frustration. “Girl, speak your name.” He commanded—you answered obediently.

How? You didn’t mean to answer him.

“I am Thanatos. Now speak plainly. I’ve heard your desperate cry for help, for vengeance.” He leaned back against the stone table, tugging you into his lap. “Now can we dispense with the formalities? I’d much rather you call me Shindou instead.” You found yourself caged in—your chest against his bare one as he gestured for you to look up. “You summoned  me. And while I normally ignore mortals…” He let his hand fall loosely to your back—you stiffened, squirming—as his calloused fingers brushed against the filth on your skin, the torn scraps of fabric that hid nothing from his gaze.

“I was personally interested in this offering of yours.” You stilled. There had been no one in the room with you to hear your vitriol words—but this was the temple of Thanatos. Could it be?  “Oh. You don’t believe me?” You looked doubtful. Well he couldn’t blame you. His lips curved, expecting this reaction. He waved a hand in the air, letting the firelights flicker to black and purple flames, letting it dance across the room hauntingly for you. You watched transfixed. “But parlor tricks? A dime a dozen.” He said dismissively. He tapped the table, a prompt for the shadows around you to contort menacingly and snaking up your legs.

You jumped more into his arms, away from the strangely prying and invasive shadows as it crawled disturbingly high up your body.

“Girl, they’re simply an extension of me.” You could hear the humor in his tone, see the shadows snake away as he chuckled at your close contact with him. “But I suppose I can be nice for a bit.” He let the darkness recede and the orange firelight to flicker back.

“Now that’s settled, may I discuss your price?” You… took a moment to blink, to really focus on him. Something about him, the closer you were, was making your senses hazy. He seemed to realize, crooning gently to you. “Oh baby, I know gods are supposed to be tempting to mortals and all that but where’s the little spitfire that threw a little tantrum at me? I quite enjoyed it.”

The haze dissipated a bit. You… had thrown down the idolatry, you had committed blasphemy in the actual face of a god. You wanted to die, the shame overwhelming you. Thanatos—no, Shindou simply laughed though—“Baby, don’t think of me as one of the pious assholes. I don’t need you to prostrate yourself to me and those hopeless,” he waved at the ostentatious ornaments adorning the room, “piece of shit, ugly crap of me. I’m a lot more handsome in person, don’t you think?” You couldn’t disagree.

This kind of man—God, you corrected yourself—exuded charisma, aura, sexuality that vibrated with your own being. Like you were made for him, your body melted against his light touch.

“Demon got your tongue? I can fix that.” Shindou cradled the side of your face, leaning in to press a kiss. You gasped, giving him an opportunity for his tongue invade your mouth—ravishing and giving you no air to breathe. He reached down to anchor your hips against his, drawing you more into his lap and letting his hardness press into your dampened, slickened ache between your thighs.

But you were dirty and filthy. You pushed him, and he let you, you knew his strength far outstripped yours. “I can’t.” You shook your head. “You must’ve seen what happened…” It wasn’t just one disgusting man, it was many who had left you sticky and ruined with their fluids on your unwilling body.

Even now.

“Seriously? Shindou sighed. He tutted at you like a child—which as a mortal, you must’ve been. “I came all this way out for your offering, for this delectable and luscious body and you dare to impugn me with your sense of shame?” He cocked his head. “Like I didn’t know? All those men…” He parted your legs, let the sticky fluid drip. “All those men, and they didn’t break your spirit. You come to me, fiery and burning with revenge, and I answered your call. What could be more attractive than this?” Albeit… Shindou did frown. “I don’t care for those worms to mark what’s mine. I guess they all have to die, wont they?”

Your eyes widened… your words caught. You wanted to protest—the mocking feeling of horror should’ve come at the thought of such senseless murder and death…. But you could only feel the sense of relish, of pure desire to see the blood of your captors. You bit your lips, futilely trying to hide your anticipation and eagerness.

“Ah, that’s my girl. I knew you and I would get along.” Shindou pulled down the rags of your dress,  watched your nubile body pull close to his and you shivered—his hardness grinded against you—a god like this wanted you. You could hardly believe it. You whimpered as he bit down your throat, bit at the junction of your shoulders while you bled. He licked the bloody trail down your ample breasts, swirling his hot tongue around the hardened peaks and making you arch in muted pleasure.

“Oh no, you can’t stay quiet.” He let the shadowy tendrils return, let it wrap around your throat and craning your neck backwards. His hands traced over your slickened breasts, pinching, pulling, vibrating as you screamed in pleasure and pain. “Sounds quite nice.” He mused, condescendingly. His hands eventually travelled to your taut thighs, teasing the inside of them, and drawing them further apart.  His fingers brushed against the dirty cum—he didn’t care for it but he supposed he’d just have to fuck you enough so you’d be dripping with his own cum—all the more reason to cleanse this lustful, vengeful darling of a human.

He had waited for someone like you. Other gods deigned to have their innocent little virgins on their sacrificial alter.

He wanted a tainted, corrupted human whose lust rivalled their desire for revenge—a human he could turn into his little fuck toy of a god, one who would stand by his side as he ruled over mayhem, murder, and death. Preferably, begging for his cock and drunk on cum – not a bad start, he mused. Not a bad start.

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A Walk To Remember - R.W

Ron Weasley x Fem Reader - Part 2/2

Masterlist, Requesting Rules, Part 1

Based HEAVILY on the movie: A Walk To Remember.

Warnings: mention of cancer, death, heavy theme of religion and god, blasphemy, fluff, sadness.

“I still can’t believe you kissed her” Hannah laughed, irritating Ron and making Lavender bitter. “You’d think after working so hard on her appearance she’d stick to it”

Ron couldn’t take it anymore, he couldn’t keep allowing his friends to slander you like this, you were kind, patient and saw light in most darkest places. Ron couldn’t have them beating on someone who had done nothing but go out of her way to help others.

“Shove off, Hannah.” Ron replied “she’s fine the way she is”

Although Ron was blown away by your dolled up look during the performance, he didn’t ponder on it - since that night it didn’t matter how you looked, it didn’t matter if you were covered in makeup or bare faced - you were the most stunning girl he had ever laid eyes on.

He truly felt as if you were the light in his darkness, the hand that was pulling him out of every awful situation he could’ve gotten himself stuck into; it was thanks to you that he had been staying out of trouble.

Seamus scoffed and laughed, pulling a face at Dean. “One kiss and you’re suddenly all into her” Seamus walked over to Ron “she’s changing you and you don’t even realise”

“You don’t know her like I do.” Ron replied “If you did you’d show her some respect.”

After walking away from Ron, you didn’t go back to Hogwarts for the rest of the week. You started to feel more sick, more tired, you didn’t have the energy to walk up the stairs and to stand behind a simmering couldron for hours at a time.

Instead you laid in bed, your dad reading to you and helping you with your work, stroking your hair and praying each and every night for you to be given more time.

By the early evening you had gotten enough energy to sit outside in your rocking chair on the porch, watching the sunset and questioning wether it would be your last.

Ron walked out infront of you and stepped onto your porch, holding a big square box in his hands with an orange ribbon formed into a beautiful bow keeping the lid on.

Ron walked over to you and handed the box to you “I uh, got this for you”

You took the box from him and smirked, pulling apart the ribbon and taking off the lid.

Inside the battered box you were met with multiple hand knitted sweaters, all with the letter ‘R’ on the front, your heart melted and you could feel your cheeks getting red.

You looked up at Ron and smiled, you hadn’t felt this good all week.

“Thank you!” You chose the maroon sweater and pulled it over your head, instantly engulfed in the warmth and beautiful feel of the fabric.

“I just wanted to say I’m sorry.” Ron tapped his hand against his pant leg, feeling slightly awkward, his ears reddening.

Your father came outside, his eyes falling on Ron.

“I think it’s best that you get on your way Mr Weasley.” Your father cleared his throat, walking over to you and taking the box off you.

You continued to smile and wave at Ron “I’ll see you on Monday.”

Ron nodded and felt like for the first time in his life he had achieved something worth celebrating, despite the countless things he had achieved before.

“See you then.” He smiled, walking away.

Your father waited for Ron to disappear into the shadows before he helped you out of your chair, taking you to your room he sat the box down at the end of your bed.

“I warned you about him, y/n.” He reminded you.

“Dad it’s just a collection of sweaters, okay?” You tried to remind him, snuggling into your new one that smelled like Ron. “God wants me to be happy, dad. Ron makes me happy.”

Feeling better and stronger than the previous week, you returned to Hogwarts wearing one of Ron’s sweater, keeping you safe from the cold breeze.

Lavender spotted you and instantly ditched her class, storming over to you with her hands in fists.

“Where have you been?” She asked you “I’ve been looking everywhere!”

You stared at her and wondered if she was looking right through you, if she had gotten you confused with someone else but then again she spent every day taunting you so how could she mistake you for someone else?

“I’m sorry? What?”

Lavender’s eyes hovered over your jumper, her eyes burning into the large ‘R’.

“Havent you heard?” She looked saddened, grabbing your hand and pulling you down the halls.

“Heard what? Please just tell me, and slow down.” You panted, trying to slow down.

Bursting into Ron’s common room your face dropped as you caught a glance at what was on the hundreds of sheets of papers were floating around the room, falling swiftly to the floor.

Lavender caught the paper and shoved it in your face, laughing cruelly at you.

“You look rather dashing.”

On the paper was a lude drawing, a caricature of you alongside your God, the very image shattering your innocence and self esteem.

Everyone in the common room burst into laughter, all of them staring at the drawing and back at you, pointing.

Turning around to run away Rom bumped into you, holding you in his arms.

“Ignore it love, I’ll sort them out alright?”

You nodded and stared at the floor, covering your ears with your hands, you closed your eyes and started to collapse in on yourself - all this stress wasn’t good for your health.

Ron stopped the drawings from dancing across the room that mocked you and your faith. Seamus and Dean stopped laughing, Hannah and Lavender’s faces turning sour.

“What’s up with you, mate?” Seamus asked, a holding a drawing in his hand “don’t you like it?”

Ron snatched the drawing from his friend, glaring at him.

“You bumped your head or something?” His tone gruff “do you have any idea how disrespectful this is?”

Seamus shook his head and scoffed, trampling on the drawings as he stepped closer to Ron. “Are you seriously choosing the bible freak over us?”

Ron couldn’t hold back anymore, his anger had been pent up for so long it was spilling out like an over flowing cup of tea.

“I’ve had enough of you, toss pot!” Ron swung for Seamus and almost knocked him through the wall.

Dean got in between the two of them, Seamus filled with rage and sporting a bruise whilst Ron was left with a bruised knuckle.

Ron thought you were worth fighting for, worth everything in his life, but you took a hold of his arm and pulled him back.

“They aren’t worth it, Ron.” You cried “let’s just go”

Ron walked you to your dorm room, holding his hand in yours. The two of you sat on your bed, Ron stroking your hair and calming you down. Ron’s eyes met with yours and felt like millions of fairies were sparkling in your eyes, dancing around in circles.

“Y/N, would you fancy going on a date with me?” 

You smiled, your heart feeling as light as a feather, your life finally looking up after it fell apart two years earlier but that one thing, you secret kept clawing at you, reminding you that you couldn’t go through with it.

“I wish I could, I really want to Ron, more than anything but I’m not allowed” you bowed your head and messed with your hands, lacing and unlacing your fingers. 

“Look, we wont snog or do anything that would be deemed as sinful-”

You shook your head and chuckled at Ron taking your faith into account, feeling so flattered that he didn’t question your beliefs anymore after bashing you for many years of your life.

“It’s not that, it’s my dad, he won’t let me.” 

“I know you dislike me, it’s why I want to ask you, you know, and not go behind your back but - can I have your permission to take Y/N on a date?”

Your father shut down Ron immediately “not a chance”

“I’ve said sorry hundreds of times, Mr Y/L/N.” Ron paced around your living room “You believe faith is important and your daughter does, can’t you have faith in me?” 

“I can’t believe you actually asked my dad!” You beamed, stepping into Madame Puddifoot’s “I can’t believe I’m in here!”

Ron smiled and pulled out a chair for you, feeling his heart skip beats, you feeling comfortable in another one of his sweaters and looking around the room, the stars in your eyes twinkling.

“Well I wasn’t going to go behind his back after you said no, can’t risk getting another Howler from my mum and dad now can I?” Ron smirked, handing you a menu “whatever you want is on me, love.” 

The two of you were drunk on love leaving Madame Puddifoot’s, walking through Hogsmeade, hand in hand and a giggly mess. 

“I’ll never forget how cute you looked in your dress robes at the yule ball” you chirped, pulling Ron into your arms “but I don’t recall seeing you dance that night.” 

Ron cringed “I don’t dance” but he still swayed along with you and held you in his arms. 

“Your list then, what else is on it?” Ron asked, the two of you finally reaching Hogwarts.

“Well, I’d love to be able to see a Niffler in person. I’ve only seen them in my books and the last time Hagrid had them I was sick.” you replied, sneaking off to your dorm.

Ron stopped you, both of you so exhausted but not wanting the night to end. He searched your kind, twinkling eyes, leaning in the two of you kissed, sparks shocking your lips. This wasn’t like the kiss you shared at the theatre, this kiss was the start of something beautiful - something your father warned you about - something Ron promised wouldn’t happen. 

Pulling away from the kiss Ron pursed his lips and blushed “I love you, Y/N.”

You were so afraid of this happening, you didn’t want this to happen whilst you were walking on the path God had put you on, but you didn’t know how long you had left. 

“You promised me you wouldn’t” you replied softly, tears welling in your eyes.

Dean, Seamus, Lavender and Hannah’s eyes stalked you and Ron like a hawk. The two of you finally displaying your love and relationship to everyone around you, you constantly wearing his sweaters, holding his hand, laughing with him and sneaking kisses whenever you had the chance.

“You’re going to love this” Ron smiled, accompanying you to Hagrids Hut.

You felt excited and you couldn’t wait to see what Ron had been hiding, taking the large wooden crate from Hagrid you could hear scratching noises and little breaths.

Opening the box you almost wailed with joy, inside laid a Niffle, holding gold in its hands, looking proud and mischievous.

“Oh Ron! Hagrid!” You beamed, trying to contain the fireworks that were exploding inside of you “Thank you so much, I can’t believe it!”

You held the Niffler in your arms, stroking it gently and loving it as if it were your own. Hagrid and Ron were overjoyed and felt like they could watch you for hours, this had to be one of the happiest days of your life.

After ticking off another box from your list Ron couldn’t help but ask, dying to know what was number one on your list.

You felt slightly embarrassed but you trusted him enough to no longer hide it from him, your no.1 was to get married, to be able to wear your mothers wedding dress and be with her on the happiest day of your life.

But unfortunately, the happy days wouldn’t last forever.

Walking through Hogsmeade you felt your palms get clammy, the nausea inside of you swirl like a tornado, your energy crumbling away once more.

Ron kept talking away about Nifflers, talking about bringing you back to the burrow to meet his family but he stopped when he realised you were miles away.

“Y/N, you alright?” Ron asked, looking concerned “don’t worry, you’re going to pass your N.E.W.Ts”

You stopped outside Honey Dukes and shook your head, pulling Ron aside. “It’s not that”

You felt like your secret was creeping up your stomach, up your oesophagus, threatening to come hurling out of your mouth like vomit.

“Ron, I’m sick.” You revealed, hoping he would catch on.

But the golden haired boy didn’t understand “Want me to take you to Madame Pomfrey?”

You found yourself growing more frustrated “No, Ron. She can’t help me, I.. I’ve got cancer.”

Your secret finally jumped off the top of your tongue, springing off the diving board and landing on Ron’s heart, splitting it into pieces.

Ron felt his whole world spin, your news echoing in your mind, he didn’t want to believe this, he couldn’t.

“What, they’ve made a mistake—“

More tears spilled down your face “I found out a year after the Triwizard Tornament. They gave me two years, they can’t do anything to get rid of it, the treatments aren’t working anymore.”

Ron could feel his heart ache, screaming out for help, for mercy.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” His voice shook, choking on tears.

You pursed your lips and tried to swallow the huge lump that formed in your throat.

“Because I didn’t want everyone to treat me differently, to have another reason to stare at me, another reason to talk about me.”

Ron shook his head, feeling cross with himself for everything he had said and done in the past. “But I’m your boyfriend, you should’ve told me!”

“I made you promise you wouldn’t fall in love with me!” You raised your voice, feeling yourself go dizzy for a moment “don’t give me a reason to be angry with God!”

You walked away and ran back to your dads, ready for him to welcome you into his arms, softening the horrible blow the best he could.

Ron hurried, storming into the common room, doing something he thought he wouldn’t ever do again. He searched for Harry.

Ron found Harry in his dorm room, Harry put down his book and stared at the lad who was once his best friend.

“You’ve got to get Dumbledore to help her, Harry.” Ron panicked, pacing around the room.

“Help who? Ron what’s happened?”

Ron wiped away more falling tears with the back of his sleeve “Y/N is dying of cancer, Harry we’ve got to help her—“

“There’s nothing he can do Ron, you can’t put a stopper in death when it comes to this, you already know this Ron.”

Ron felt even more enraged and stormed out, cursing Harry, telling him it was a waste of time even trying to make amends.

Like clockwork, as soon as you told Ron the truth, you started to deteriorate. You couldn’t complete your classes anymore and you were forced to drop out of Hogwarts, you were staying at your dads in Hogsmeade permanently now and all you did was sleep.

When you weren’t sleeping, you were throwing up, struggling to look after yourself, you didn’t even have enough energy to pick up your bible and read it.

The days didn’t stand out to you anymore, they sort of just blurred into one - the only comfort you got was when you saw Ron’s angelic face smiling at you each time you closed your eyes to doze off.

The news of your illness spread through out Hogwarts and Ron found himself with more love and support than he thought was possible. Dean and Seamus sat with him outside in the stands whilst the Quidditch pitch was empty, the two of them promising Ron they would help him no matter what and that they were so sorry to hear the news.

Hannah also apologised to Ron and offered her support, going as far as telling him that he looked the happiest he had ever been when he was with you, that you brought out a part of him that no one had ever seen before, the part that only Harry and Hermione had seen.

Lavender took her time but finally reached out to her ex, putting her bitterness and jealousy behind her. Lavender hugged Ron and poured her heart out to him, expressing how sorry she was, how neither of you deserved such a thing. In her hands she held onto the photos she had taken on the night of the performance, handing them to Ron, she urged him to see you and walked away.

Turning up with flowers and handfuls of ‘get well soon’ cards, Ron was greeted by your father on your porch.

“I know you don’t want me here but tell her I’m not leaving her, I never will.”

Your father smiled and instead of turning Ron away, he welcomed him inside and allowing him to come and see you.

“How are you not angry at God?” Ron asked, the two of you cuddling in your bed, surrounded by poems and bible verses about having strength and keeping faith in the lord.

You sighed and looked into his gorgeous eyes “I accepted that Gods plan for me is bigger than the plan of my own.” You replied “you were sent to me for a reason, Ron. You’re my angel.”

Ron stroked your cheek with his thumb, planting a kiss on your nose, instantly remembering why he fell in love with you - you were accepting, you were patient, you couldn’t feel hatred towards anyone, you were the most purest person he had ever met.

“Are you scared?” Ron asked, not wanting to imagine a life where you did not exist.

“I’m scared of not being with you.” You replied, snuggling into his chest, tracing circles into his chest.

Ron knew that this moment was the right moment, it was either now or never.

Pulling away from the cuddle, Ron climbed out of your bed and dived into his back pocket, pulling out a little white box.

Pulling the box open, he got on one knee and looked up at you as you peered over the bed, your eyes twinkling at the beautiful ring that was waiting eagerly for you.

“Y/N Y/L/N, will you marry me?” He asked through tears.

You stared at the beautiful ring and looked back into Ron’s eyes, you nodded your head.

“Yes.”

As the wedding got closer and closer, you became more sick. You lost lots of weight and you could no longer eat solid food without being sick, you could only suck on sweets that dissolved into your mouth - but even then you would bring up bile.

But no matter how bad you got, Ron stayed by your side, he helped you you feel as good as you possibly could do in your condition. He sang to you, he read to you, he even started praying at night with you.

After going out shopping to help your dad get everything he needed for the wedding, Ron walked into your bedroom to find Dumbledore and Harry sitting beside your bed, the two of them talking to you and telling you to take the medicine they had given you to help you hold on for your special day.

Ron stopped in the door way, his jaw dropping to the floor. Dumbledore nodded at Harry, encouraging him to go and talk to Ron, the two of them taking leaving you and Dumbledore for a moment on your own.

Ron couldn’t speak, he didn’t care to either. Instead, he pulled Harry into a tight and desperate hug, almost squeezing the life out of him. His head resting on Harry’s shoulder, his tears sinking into his shirt.

“Thank you, Harry - thank you.”

Harry held Ron and patted his back, promising him that no matter what, everything would be okay in the end.

As much as your love for Ron grew, you still wasn’t getting any better, but the potion Dumbledore gave you ensured that you were finally able to achieve the most important part of your list, the one thing you never thought was possible.

On one side, your family and friends surrounded the hall and Ron’s on the other. Everyone attending the wedding was so excited yet couldn’t help but feel nothing but sorrow for you.

Gripping onto your fathers arm, the music began to play as he walked you down the isle and although your mother wasn’t there physically - you could feel her presence around you, you had part of her clinging onto you - wearing her beautiful sleeveless lace white dress.

Reaching the altar, you blushed seeing Ron in another set of dress robes - this was the Ron you knew, the Ron you were once so desperate to find.

Whilst repeating your vows out loud, the amazing memories the two of you shared flickered in your mind, the first time you both met, your first class together, your first kiss, spending hours talking outside on the porch, all of these memories you were so lucky to remember until the end of your days.

“I do.”

“I do.”

Sealing your eternal love with a kiss, you could finally tick box number one off your list.

Ron took you by the hand and led you over to the dance floor.

“But I thought you said you didn’t dance?” You smirked, trying not to get your hopes up.

Ron laughed and looked over at Neville “I got lessons from a familiar bloke, he’s quite a good dancer.”

You shook your head and couldn’t stop laughing, accepting Ron’s offer for a dance.

“Love is like the wind, you can't see it but you can feel it.” Ron reminded himself, holding back tears and tightening his grip on your bouquet of sunflowers.

One month after the wedding, you began your journey God had set out for you, leaving Ron behind for a moment that would feel like only a minute for you but a lifetime for him.

But that month was full of love, laughter and happiness that the two of you wouldn’t change for the world.

Ron walked over to your place of rest, putting down the sunflowers and rubbing your headstone.

He opened up one of your books you had given him, full of the bible verses he once couldn’t bear to hear, the love poems he refused to read, and snippets from the script the two of you had spent hours learning together.

He looked down at his wedding ring and smiled, looking back on the page in your book.

“Love is always patient and kind. It is never jealous.

Love is never boastful or conceited. It is never rude or selfish.

It does not take offense and is not resentful.

Love takes no pleasure in other people’s sins, but delights in the truth.

It is always ready to excuse, to trust, to hope, and to endure whatever comes.”

He read out, pulling out the photos Lavender had taken of the two of you, watching you and himself perform on stage, wishing he could go back and do it all again.

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