#love as thou wilt

[torpublishinggroup]

A lush epic fantasy once inspired a generation with a single precept: “Love As Thou Wilt." 

Now, NYT bestselling author Jacqueline Carey is bringing us back to the realm of Terre d’Ange. Check out the final cover of CASSIEL’S SERVANT here and be sure to add it to your shelves on 8/1! 

 Cover 🎨: Melanie Delon 

[lamontkh]

Your beauty should not come from outward adornment, such as elaborate hairstyles and the wearing of gold jewelry or fine clothes.

4 Rather, it should be that of your inner self, the unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is of great worth in God’s sight.

[thegoodmorningman]

Love's the rule, love second only to your thing!!!

[merlin-na-zemyata]

The answer has always been and will always be, complete and total unapologetic DISOBEDIENCE. Everything that is wrong with this world was caused and created in a global state of blind obedience…

that will not do anymore.

⛧ ⛧ ⛧

[egginfroggin]

So like I know that きみでないのなら has romantic undertones due to the context and who it's being sung by in Itoki Hana's story (Phantom Aria), but like. I keep associating it with like. tragic siblings (especially twins separated through time/space, hm, gee, wonder why, hmmmmmmmmmmmm)

[inarafright]

Psssssst sexuality can be a HUGE part of magic practices, especially glamour, and just straight up sex magic!

Also just think like sedr magic... Like that's the whole point!

I can use my sexuality and magic as part of my creative platform, and part of my practice!! That's not my problem, I'm not hurting anyone 🤷‍♀️

[misspjsuperior]

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[sspacegodd]

Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law.

[happy-mokka]

OMG.

A small part of my soul died again...hope season 3 comes soon enough before nothing's left...

you paint your walls the colour of your beloved’s eyes you invite him into your home and keep the rest of hell out you fill your shelves with books for both the serpent of knowledge and the angel who fell for only asking questions you stock your liquor cabinet with the same alcohol you drank the night you realised you loved him and almost died for it and when all else fails, you give away everything youve ever loved for even the chance to keep him—to keep the both of you—safe. together.

he kisses you, and leaves the bookshop.

[mads-agenda]

do what thou wilt

[000life-is-meaningless000]

I honestly don't know why we have so many morals in this world, I don't understand why we have a responsibility to be so fucking moral ?

I don't know why there's so, many deities in higher powers above Humanity, We be fucking moral like why is it fucking matter ?

you're boring this world to serve and be obedient to Good ?

just so you can die go to a good place why can't these deities send u to the good realm because thay often can see someone's life and all that that happens before anything happens deities are Beyond super psychic.

So, I Really see this morality bullshit it's just a guilt trip gaslighting a guilt trip.

I really meant the point of seeing being being just being being a fucking good person some kind of like mental illness.

there's no real punishment for being evil except for the offense to the human spirit.

They who are trained for Good and Bad is the same way that you were trained for Law and Order.

So I really have no idea was the whole point of being moral thought out our lives and Why we fear to be evil ?

if there is a higher power that doesn't want you to be evil like you're just taking it out of the equation.

This whole punishment thing is just bullshit.

. . . . . . .

it's Completely irrational, morals are also tied to mental Health, Law and Order religion and every part of The Human Experience.

it is serves not in place no good role.

. . .

When Evil has all the benefits, Good says it's the most valuable.

And, The most fucked up strangest thing is more people will do evil in the name of Good than Good will do in the name of Evil.

my point is that everybody has their own idea what's good and what's evil and people always are willing to kill other people because they believe that they are evil evil is a good and evil is a fucking religion I really think u should do other fuck you want cuz we're God damn fucking animals with a finite amount of time and there's some stupid piece of shit above us all watching us and judging us of our actions and God damn well they can go fuck themselves.

I think it's a fucking abuse and if human beings don't even have free will why is that even fucking matter you're going to get punished on something you don't even fucking have you don't even have free will and this is big thing of wondering if we even have free will to begin with

and the motherfuckers even talk about everything being fucking predestined so it just gets me even deeper in the rabbit hole wanting to know what the fuck is anything what the fucking point of hell we don't have free will everything is predestined our Free Will is fake we would do to do it anyway you also got to think of DNA on the goddamn math board

in the more you think about shit and the more you contemplate

the way you got to wonder what the fuck, is the point ?

Why be good when evil is all good and then you have Christians always saying that they say that Pitty the fool that See's, Evil is good and good is evil

when everyone does that constantly no one knows what the fuck anything is cuz it's kind of just make up their morals that go along.

We're All God damn flawed imperfect fucking beings trying to fucking survive an endless meaningless pointless fucking existence that just ends up with us being bones in the fucking dirt somewhere ?

and for those dumb motherfuckers that say you won't go to heaven.

😡 - Bible, ACCURATE ! ! ! ! !

[starsinlegions]

tag dump

[satanisthomemaker]

This is why you should leave the tyrannical god and start doing the devil's work! Satan loves the queer community! He wants you to choose for yourself whether to be a homemaker, a career woman/femme, a hermit living in the woods, a baby eating creature of night, or whatever your black little heart desires!

tradwife culture is literally just a dom -sub fantasy with a side of religion and homophobia and you can’t convince me otherwise

also in light of recent events, this blog is very clearly pro-safe kink and anti radfem. don’t like it? leave.

[scripture-pictures]

[sparksinthenight]

Me: Look around. Why is this allowed??? Liberals: We don’t have to fundamentally change the system we can regulate our way out of this. Me: Little girl gone, got a gun from gangsta. Run, little girl, run little girl. Bang. Ha.

[mydadleft471]

A Trip Down Memory Lane

Summary: Messmer decides to surprise you in more ways than one.

Spoilers for both Elden Ring and Shadow of the Erdtree. No warnings tho, just me loving my fiery redhead.

MESSMER LOVERS COME EAT!

I finally got the courage to upload the fic I was working on! Everyone was so nice (and starving for Messmer content) so I folded lmao. Please enjoy and understand that I have never written anything like this, especially with ye olde English. It's a pain.

“I have something I wish to show thee.” Messmer’s low voice cut through the silence reverberating in his chamber.

“What is it?” You look up from patching a hole in one of his cloaks.

“I cannot say. It is a surprise.” His eye twinkled with something akin to mischief. You put down your needle and gently fold his cloak, putting it on your chair to finish later.

“A surprise for me? Are you feeling alright, My Lord?” You smile at him from where he towers above you. 

“Shush. Wilt thou follow?” 

“Always,” you say.

He leads you down countless flights of stairs and through the castle’s corridors. Down a hallway, you follow him as he steps into a lift that takes you to a part of the castle that is unfamiliar to you. You assumed you had explored everything by now, but it seems you were wrong. Messmer had given you permission to freely roam the castle, and you had spent a lot of time exploring the various rooms. You had gotten lost many times within the many twisting and confusing hallways, but the castle staff always led you back to your quarters. 

The path from the lift leads out to a part of the castle almost entirely flooded. This seems like a place that hasn’t been occupied in many years. Some of the buildings you can see appear to be collapsing and debris litters the area. The water churns uneasily below you, as if something lurks in the depths. Taking a few steps away from the ledge, you stare out into the water that swallows surrounding buildings.

“What is it?” Messmer asks. He senses your trepidation in going any further, though you don’t think you have much to worry about with a powerful demigod at your side. Still, this place sets your nerves alight and has you on high alert.

“I’ve never seen this place before. Where are we?”

He speaks as if it’s common knowledge. “The Church District.”

“What happened here?”

He takes a second before he responds in a flat tone. “It does not matter.” Noticing your face falling slightly, he gives you a small smile. “Thy surprise is near. Come.”

You continue to follow him, your footfalls mere echoes of his much heavier ones. You wonder where he is taking you, and why he decided to surprise you. Though you have gotten much closer to him throughout your time in the Realm of Shadow, you can’t wrap your head around the fact that he wants to show you something himself. So many unanswered questions, though Messmer brings about many of those. Still, you cannot complain about how well he treats you now after you’ve earned some of his trust. You are safe within his walls, and you are welcome.

Though you wish he’d let you into his heart and mind more often, you take what you can get.

Finally, he stops in a room with a large, and complete, statue of Queen Marika. Many throughout the Realm of Shadow have been beheaded, sending icy chills through you when you first arrived, but this one is intact. The only signs of damage have been from the apparent age of the statue.

“Dost thou trust me?”

His question catches you off guard. Looking up at him, he looks vulnerable and almost uncomfortable. 

“Of course I do. I wouldn’t have followed if I didn’t.” You smile at him to ease his tension.

He relaxes slightly. “Of course. I will ask thee to trust me again.”

You shoot him a puzzled look. How could you trust him any more than you already have?

“Close thine eyes. I shall lead thee, hand in hand.”

The prospect of him holding your hand makes heat rush to your cheeks, but you comply. Closing your eyes, you hold out your hands, and a few seconds later, he grabs them in his much larger ones. He holds them delicately, as if you might break if he dares to squeeze your hands. His skin is surprisingly smooth and warm. 

“I will ensure thou dost not fall and injure thyself..” 

“I’d appreciate that.”

He chuckles at your comment, a sound so rare and pleasant you want to hear it again and again. He begins walking, gently guiding you down a hill and you soon feel sunlight on your skin. The air feels lighter and there is a pleasant smell of lavender and fresh grass in the air. You wonder where you could possibly be. You haven’t seen much greenery in the Realm of Shadow.

After a few minutes he stops and lets go of your hands. You instantly miss his warmth, but you soon feel the heat of him behind you. You keep your eyes closed out of obedience and trust; you know he would not harm you.

His hands gently find your waist and he moves you a few steps to the left. Satisfied, he lowers a hand over your eyes to ensure you will not open them prematurely.

“This place is sacred. Inviting thee here was not a spontaneous act.” His voice is a mere whisper in your ear. You can’t tell whether to be scared or excited for what he will soon allow you to see.

He moves his hand away from your eyes, but they remain closed. You will not sully his trust. 

You can hear the smile in his voice. He’s pleased by your obedience. 

“Open thine eyes.”

You do, and you are immediately greeted with a grassy field speckled with vibrant flowers. You’ve never seen so many in one place. You think it would take all day to identify them. Trickles of gold sit suspended in the air like shattered stained glass and the sunlight kisses your skin sweetly. Not far up a hill is a small village made up of a few wooden houses. They look old and mostly abandoned. You take in the beauty before you. Not even Leyendell was this spectacular.

“Thou’rt pleased, I take it?” His voice wavers slightly with uncertainty.

“This is a most wonderful surprise, My Lord. Thank you for bringing me here.” You look up at Messmer, whose golden eye seems to shine brighter in the sanctity of this place.

“Forget formalities here.” He sits down in the soft grass and you are soon to join him. He looks relaxed, even happy, here.

“May I ask where we are now?” You idly skim your fingertips over the silky petals of the flowers swaying in the breeze around your skirt.

“Mother’s home. Her village before she became a God.” 

Your mouth hangs open in shock. It takes you a few moments to gather yourself enough to speak. “Queen Marika lived here?”

“Yes,” he answers. “Long ago.”

You wonder if Marika wanted Messmer to guard her old home, or if he does it out of love for her. You’ve seen the state of other Shamans within his infirmary, his medics working day and night to try and reverse the torture they’d went through. You knew Marika was a Shaman herself, but you’d never realized this place was originally her home. Your heart hurts for the God-Queen. Behind all her power was a girl who wanted her people safe.

You sigh, and Messmer shoots you a curious look. “This is the first time I’ve seen Marika as a person. Knowing she lived here, knowing she suffered… I understand now.”

Messmer reaches up and takes his helmet off, gently placing it to his side. “Mother desired revenge for her peoples’ suffering, and I became her instrument to do so here, in the Land of Shadow.”

“Did you want this?” 

He closes his eye. “Mother has endured what a thousand people could not. I will ensure she receives her long-awaited deliverance.” He dodged the question. He does not want this, but he desires to avenge Marika.

“I know you won’t answer me truthfully, and we don’t have to talk about this anymore. But know this: you are not ‘The Impaler’ to me.”

“Thank you.” His response is so quiet you almost can’t hear it, despite being right next to him.

As promised, you change the subject. “Have you brought others here?”

He looks away and you can see a faint blush creeping up his cheeks.

“I have not. The first to lay eyes on this place is thee.” He admits.

“Why?”

“I-“ he begins. “Surely thou must know thy importance to me, yes?” 

The realization hits you. 

This is his way of saying he loves you.

You scoot closer to him and lay your head against his arm. You feel him tense, then slowly begin to relax. One of his snakes gently perches itself on your shoulder. You smile.

“You can touch me, you know.” You reassure him. “You won’t break me.”

Silence hangs in the breeze as you wait for him to respond.

“Dost thou understand my reason for bringing thee here?”

You nod against him. “I think so.”

He moves away from you, earning himself a confused look, then he slowly grabs your hands and pulls you closer until you are comfortably sitting between his legs. You look up at him and see that his face is almost as red as his hair. He is adorable when he blushes.

You could get used to this.

“You will forgive me if I am too presumptuous. I am… not accustomed to touch, yet I want thee closer.” His soft, silky voice makes your heart melt.

“I want you closer too. It’s okay.” You cup his face with both hands, and though it’s a simple gesture, he relaxes into your touch almost immediately. His eye closes and you try to memorize the look of peace etched on his face.

“With thee, I am content.” He whispers to you.

“Then I’ll see to it that we’re never separated.” 

His eye flutters open and he hazily looks down at your lips. His hand engulfs your cheek and you feel the warmth radiating from his palm.

So many have met their demise from the man sitting in front of you now, content and complacent, and that thought sends shivers down your spine.

“No man nor God could tear thee away from me. That is a promise.” 

He leans forward and kisses you. His lips are soft and he pulls you closer to him and his hands are splayed possessively over your face and back. You don’t want to pull away, and you get the feeling he doesn’t want to either.

You are his as he is yours.