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kurithedweeb · 3 months
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So, I started Drop of Sunlight following closely with Rebirth canon except I dipped halfway through the first episode and 6 pages later decided that Garroth wasn't stressed enough and restarted, but there was a scene I really liked because when this random maiden he found naked in the woods tells Garroth he looks familiar he freaks out.
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“After her!” his apprentice cried, swinging himself around the banister and crashing down the stairs. 
Garroth struggled upright and followed. Below, he could hear Emmalyn enter the building, calling for him about some new book. By the time he made it down the stairs, Emmalyn’s hands were in the air and the maiden’s blade was at her throat.
“Emmalyn, don’t move,” Garroth said, a hand out in her direction, trying to sound soothing. The maiden had proven herself dangerous, and he didn’t want to chance setting off some kind of instinctive reaction that would hurt Emmalyn. She stayed very still, an expression of absolute terror on her face.
“I’ll cut her,” the maiden threatened, low and dangerous. He had no doubt she would if she wanted to.
“She’s crazy! I told you she did it,” Zenix shouted. “She’s the one who killed our Lord, and she’s bananas!”
“I don’t wanna die!” Emmalyn screamed.
“Everyone, shut up!”
The room went quiet. Emmalyn had tears in her eyes. Zenix gripped the pommel of his sword so tight, his knuckles must have been bone white under his gauntlets.
The maiden’s eyes were on Garroth.
“Please,” he said, sheathing his sword, “let her go.”
She didn’t move.
“I know you’re scared,” he continued. He moved a step down. She tracked the movement with her eyes. “I know you’re afraid, but I swear—on my honor—that I will not allow any harm to befall you.” He took another step, creeping closer with his hands open, harmless, at his sides. “Please, believe me.”
“You,“ the maiden said, slowly, “are familiar.”
The adrenaline hit him like a punch to the face.
How could she recognize him? Was it his armor, had someone figured him out? Should he have changed his name after all? It was a common enough name these days, but should he have? Who else knew him as Garroth Ro’Meave, the first son? Did she even know him as a Ro’Meave, how could she ever recognise him? 
She had stunned him speechless. Three simple words and the breath he’d only just managed to get back was gone again. Those three simple words instilled such a horrible terror inside him, unlike anything he’d felt before.
For one horrible, horrible moment, Garroth’s heart stopped and his blood ran cold.
The walls around him turned to stone, and the room was far too small and far too big at once, a church closing in around him as confessions clawed their way up his throat, sins and heresy sinking their claws into every soft part of his mouth, doing their damndest to pry open his clenched teeth and spill out into the world. He felt the cold steps before the altar beneath his knees, the hilt of a poisoned blade clasped between his shaking hands, the light of wide windows bearing down on his bare skin. He heard bells and vows and his father’s rising voice, trapped within the confines of his own skull, the one place he could never run from.
The maiden let the blade slip from her grasp. It clattered to the floor. Beneath her breath, Emmalyn thanked the Matron. 
Suddenly, everything was alright again. His heart still beat and his lungs did their work. No one was being threatened, nothing secret was being revealed. It was alright.
This was the guard quarters. The maiden had unarmed herself, and no one had moved. Garroth set his foot carefully on the next step down.
Then Dale walked in the door, mug of ale in hand.
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anna1819 · 2 years
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“Weird...My stomach’s in knots...”
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glownery · 6 months
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wishing everyone who celebrates a happy easter and an even happier transgender day of visibility 🐣🪩🫶🪽
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doriansbutt · 7 months
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this is where I live rn….🤡
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multi-fandom-magic · 14 days
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⚠️SPOILER WARNING FOR FF7 REBIRTH & FF7 (1997)⚠️
Just finished playing FF7 Rebirth and Aerith's death scene STILL HURTS just as much as it did when I played the original, especially since I played Remake before then.
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churchofsatannews · 6 months
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Happy Beaster!
While Christians celebrate their myth of a savior risen from the dead, Satanists note that aspects of today’s traditions stem from ancient seasonal celebrations which often include symbolism derived from the rising of dormant vegetation, and thus “rebirth” and “resurrection.” Maga Nadramia has strategically placed tulips to enhance our garden here at The Black House. A growing number of Satanists…
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willosword · 6 months
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i've been catching up on ever crisis stuff today and it's totally reminded me that cloud hasn't had a single conversation with his inner self in rebirth yet...........................
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chiye21 · 1 year
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sometimes I think about that one interview where it was mentioned that throughout tristamp, wolfwood is constantly struggling with his identity
and then I think about trimax, and how, at the end of it all, he was able to die not as nicholas the punisher but as nicholas d wolfwood.
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slightlydeadghost · 2 years
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Rebirth
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paularoseauthor · 2 months
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The Meaning of Baptism and Spiritual Rebirth: Insights from the New Testament
We will briefly examine The Meaning of Baptism and Spiritual Rebirth and what it means for you.
A Bible Study Today we will briefly examine The Meaning of Baptism and Spiritual Rebirth and what it means for you. For THE CONTEXT read: JOHN 2, 7, AND 19. pritual reb Chapter 2 tells of the wedding at Cana, where Jesus turned water into wine (2:1-11) and cleansed the temple (2:13-22). Following the water turning into wine, the narrator says, “This was the first of his signs Jesus did in…
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mindfulldsliving · 3 months
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Alma 5-7: Christ's Atonement and the Mighty Change of Heart
Alma the Younger’s discourses compel us to examine our lives and hearts, urging us toward genuine repentance and change.
Photo by Moritz Knöringer on Unsplash Experiencing a Mighty Change: Insights from Alma 5-7 “Have ye experienced this mighty change in your hearts?” Alma’s profound question in chapters 5-7 of the Book of Mormon is more than just a call for introspection; it’s an invitation to transformative spiritual growth. Understanding the significance of these passages is essential for anyone seeking a…
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exquisitelyeco · 4 months
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Rise O sleeper
Can it be true, Lord, That like the sun we will rise? The night of our death, Is truly the Morning of our birth?, Did you really rise, From sod and death and pain? You gave your life, Was it truly for all gain? The price you ask It is so high and steep, Each shovel of dirt, That lies beneath my heartbeat, Thistles and thorns must I wear upon my brow? Until I wake in the Eternal…
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star-mum · 6 months
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past me really was an optimist thinking I'd actually have free time on easter break 😔💔
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just-absolutely-super · 7 months
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Is Zack in a "choose your own destiny" novel or something???
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werecreature-addicted · 6 months
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Sacrificial Lamb reader/vampire priest.
Just consider— a cute little lamb reader lying on the altar, begging not to be slaughtered, the tears their crying making the vampires heart flutter. All the cult members are confused why the ritual keeps getting pushed back- meanwhile the vampire is spoiling his little lamb rotten.
ohioohooohiohoo
His hands are gentle, stroking your cheek as you wake slowly, your eyes flutter open slowly to the morning light, and there he is, your keeper.
"Morning," you yawn sleepily,
"Good morning, little one,"
"is it a good morning? I thought my execution was scheduled for today." you huff, you should be more scared but the soft look on his face can only mean one thing. you get out of bed and change idly, not minding the priest as he watches you, he's a man of god after all, there's no way he'd be looking at you in lust.
"ah well, we thought so but some knew doctrine has come to light, now is not the time for sacrifices. we'll have to wait for next winter, at the very least," he says. You hum thoughtfully turning back to face him, his hungry red eyes fixed on your body, flicking up to meet your face as you turn around.
"Well, I'll make myself useful until winter then." When you were born, it had been prophecized that you would be sacrificed to the gods and your death would bring about a new golden age for your homeland. Then, on your eighteenth birthday, you'd been handed over to the church, to live out your final days in the temple, under the watchful gaze of the father and his dedicated cult. Your execution has been postponed four times now.
You wondered if the cultists even bothered setting up the altar this time. it was always something, the stars weren't aligned properly, the materials were all wrong, you fell ill and couldn't be slaughtered while sick, and now, Spring was a time for rebirth, you'd have to wait for winter for the ritual. which winter? who's to say? it might be another few years before he tries to start your sacrifice again.
He comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist. he puts his nose to your throat and kisses your skin. "You could be useful to me now," he breathes, his voice strained, tight with hunger. You had been so scared the first time you'd almost been killed, you remembered sobbing and pleading for your life, his knife poised above your throat, He told you that you could live, for now, if you served the cult and him. Of course, you agreed, that was the first time he bit you, spilling your blood on the altar in a different way.
You lean your neck to the side and sigh as you feel his fangs pierce your skin. you have to lean back against him for support as he drinks your blood and you grow weaker.
"so perfect, so delicious," he murmurs to himself as he drinks your blood, licking at your throat, catching any stray drops of blood. His hands slide down your body feeling up your hips and thighs. You can feel his hard cock pressing against your back as he slowly grinds against you. The priest is chaste, a man of god, but he's also a vampire, as he's explained he can't help but get erect when he feeds it's a natural side effect and completely nonsexual.
He pins you down on the bed and pushes your legs apart, grinding against you, fully clothed, as he bites your neck again. you feel dizzy, a mix of feelings as your blood is drained and as you buck and grind against the vampire on top of you. you try to keep quiet, but you can't help but moan as he takes full advantage of you. You feel dirty, the man who's saved your life so many times now is just trying to eat and here you are getting off, practically masturbating right in front of him with his cock.
You can feel how large his dick is as you grind together, you can't help but wonder what it would feel like if he pulled your underwear aside and fucked you properly while he drained your blood, the thought alone makes you shudder and press up against him as he continues to dry hump you. although with the sticky feeling between your legs and his wet mouth sucking on your neck, "dry" might be the wrong word.
you bite down on your own hand to muffle the sounds of your pleasure as you cum, still trying to hide your own lust, what would the priest think if he found out you were so lustful? if you were lucky he'd bend you over and spank you for being so sinful, at worst he might chain you down to the sacrificial altar and leave you there.
The priest pulls away, breathless, your blood smeared messily around his mouth "What a mess we've made," he huffs, looking down at your neck, and then his eyes drop further to the place where your bodies meet.
"I can clean it-" you offer weakly,
"no, no little thing, rest, you need to let your body heal, close your eyes, I'll take care of all this," he coos reassuringly, you nod obediently and close your eyes.
You look so venerable like this, he could do almost anything he wanted with you in this weakened state. the prophecy said it had to be a virginal sacrifice, maybe he could halt the ritual permanently if he just took what he'd wanted from the beginning.
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eyeofthestarmusic · 2 years
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