#should babies be baptized

[shiningthelightministries]

Baby Baptism For Original Sin? - Bible Study - Shining The Light Ministr...

[liebelesbe]

Oh fuck shit i still need to leave the church!! Before I stop being an Azubi and start having to pay fuckign church taxes... I mean it'll take some time until then but still.

[songwithnosoul]

[ID: Trigun fan art. Vash is sitting at one end of a bench, holding a pad of paper in one hand and spinning a pen in the other. He's staring at the paper with intense concentration and his tongue sticking out. He says, "I'm trying to figure out a nonlethal alternative to bullets."

Wolfwood, who's stretched out diagonally with one leg dangling over the arm of the bench and his shoulders leaning against Vash's back, replies "Sounds like you need "Wolfwood's Water Weapon" AKA www dot lifehack dot com". He's smiling and holding a water gun, which is spraying straight up into the air.

Vash says "That's a waste of water." Wolfwood replies "Relax! It's also holy water and drinking water. 3 in 1 uses!"

End ID]

Wolfwood is that priest who baptized babies with a water gun during covid

[ozzgin]

Hiiii ozz!!!! I have a question for you!!!! What is our vegetable lamb baby's name? Or does our kid not have a name yet???? Maybe we should give our baby a name????

(Our little lamb is so cute!!! (⁠｡⁠ﾉ⁠ω⁠＼⁠｡⁠) Little baby!!!)

I hadn't considered a name when doodling him up, so you can go ahead and baptize the kiddo however you'd like! He's going to love it either way.

I imagine his tiny head sprout rustling a little in excitement whenever he hears you calling out for him.

You're playing hide and seek, but you know he always sprints for the vegetable garden.

"I wonder where this cheeky boy went", you shout, then quickly survey the patch of land for any movement. Surely enough, those familiar leaves jingle above a cabbage.

[rationaliity]

church — chase atlantic

' i'm about to take you back to church well, tell me your confessions, baby, what's the worst ? baptize in your thighs 'til it hurts cuz i'm about to take you back to church '

requested

you were sunday's favorite. as pure as a lamb, his perfect little toy that he could do whatever he wanted with, even though he wouldn't tell you to your face. no, his actions said all that he needed to say, there was no need to speak his favoritism openly when you accepted him so easily.

you, his darling favorite, were on your knees, looking up at him from where he stood behind his pulpit, your head bowed to him in reverence, one hand curled over the other closed fist in a prayer. " forgive me, father, for i have sinned. " the words flowed effortlessly from your mouth, and he almost found himself unable to keep a calm look on his face, content with your piety.

with your head bowed, all you could hear were his footsteps as you prayed for his forgiveness. fingers hooked underneath your chin, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. sunday loved this view of you on your knees in front of him, your eyes begging for a forgiveness that he was so willing to give, for a price.

" tell me of your sins, " his voice was as smooth as butter, his hand never leaving your chin, forcing you to look directly into his eyes as you confessed. and of course you would, who were you to ever disobey a direct order from sunday ?

" i have.. been touching myself, father, " you admitted, and he swore he could see you melt underneath his piercing gaze. " i know it's wrong, so every time i.. get close, i stop. i know it's not right to orgasm with such sinful intentions, but i.. father, the need.. these sinful urges are taking over my body, my mind. everything. i can't stop thinking about being touched by another. "

sunday is a man who's mind always precedes before his bodily needs. but with you looking up at him, begging him to do something to help you with your urges, even he couldn't turn a blind eye to his favorite believer in need, now could he ?

" this is quite unbecoming of you. i can't even begin to describe my disappointment in you, " although his voice was gentle, his words were biting, reminding you of your place beneath his elegance and divinity. he had the ability to be kind, but he could also ruin you. you could bend to his will, or you could break. he didn't care either way, as long as he had you right where he wanted you.

" i'm sor- "

" i'm afraid apologizing isn't going to make up for your actions. you know as well as i do that acting on such carnal desires are nothing short of blasphemy, " his lips curled into a smirk as he guided your head closer to him, your body leaning in subtly to his, until you were just inches away from him, and his legs were on either side of your body.

" how can i trust you not to act on these desires again ? one should, no, one must ensure that you never act senselessly again. be not afraid, i will take care of your desires. your reverence has never faltered, my precious devotee. i would not be in this position above you if i could not qualm your running thoughts, your aching body. "

" father, please, " you pleaded, the words falling off of your lips like you were about to cry, your bottom lip pouting just a little bit. " i cannot continue to live like this with these thoughts. i need you, father. " you were in the corner of his cage, caught up in his web of desires, but even if the door were open, you would stay.

" then worship me, " sunday commanded, his tone leaving no room for arguments. you only nodded, breathless, as your eyes so lewdly flickered down to his crotch just inches away from your face, his free hand unzipping his silver pants, the sound of the teeth of his pants coming undone enough to make your head spin. you hadn't realized that his hand on your chin had loosened, allowing you to look at him as he freed himself from his pants.

he wouldn't take his clothing off completely, that was entirely off of the table. even when committing such baseless desires. no, he was teaching you how to properly worship a man like him. your god. his hands were clean of sin, it was yours that needed his grace. what was the most efficient way of giving you the body of god himself ?

you didn't need to be told twice to worship him, something that sunday admired from you, always so obedient in everything that he said. you took his cock into your mouth, letting the fat tip of it rest on your flat tongue for a moment as you looked up at him, swearing the sun was in your eyes the way his bright golden eyes were looking down at you, scrutinizing your every move.

sunday didn't move, needing you to prove that you could do such a simple task without his assistance, and a god does not chase after his people, and you did not disappoint. your pretty lips wrapped around his cock so perfectly, your head bobbing up and down as you sucked, eliciting small groans of pleasure from him. drool slipped through your lips and onto your cute little white church dress, dampening the fabric.

your eyebrows were creased together as you worked your warm mouth along his shaft, your focus evident. although he was the one being pleasured, you looked like you were in ecstasy, losing yourself in his pleasure, cock drunk and only thinking about the way his precum tasted in your mouth, like holy water.

" what a perfect little lamb, " sunday purred, his chest rising and falling quickly, his bottom lip in between his teeth. you looked up at him the moment he spoke, your eyes cloudy with desire, but still determined to listen to his every word, hanging off of them as if they were your commandments. " purifying you from within, yes, this is the ideal. my innocent, pure acolyte. your defiling of your own body was sacrilegious, but don't worry. i'll save you. "

sunday was sure controlling you was his claim, his birthright. he could give and take away from you freely as he wished, and you were to give him your everything. and in turn for your everything, of course he could give you his blessings, in the form of exactly what you craved from him. as your mouth worked up and down his cock, the lewd sounds filling up the otherwise silent church, echoing within these holy walls, he felt the pressure threatening to burst out at any moment.

his hand grabbed your hair a little tighter than he expected to, quickly pulling you off of his cock. you hesitated for a moment, the suddenness of his actions catching you off guard, momentarily breaking the spell he had you under, your eyebrows furrowed together as you looked up to him. his free hand gripped his own cock, stroking the length with rhythmic strokes.

" did you think that i would be so generous ? " he asked, his voice holding a hint of condescension. " beg for it. beg for my blessing. beg for your god. "

" fa- g-god- " you stuttered out, his hand in your hair holding your head at the right angle so you could look up at him with your big, doey eyes. you weren't even looking at his ministrations in front of you, solely focused on his face, his radiance. " please- please, i need your blessing, god. i need you to bless this sinful body of mine with your holiness, " the words fell from your lips like a prayer, a mantra that he'd have you repeat over and over again. " my god, please. "

sunday felt his need come to a fever pitch at your prayers, and he threw his head back, moans slipping out as his orgasm exploded outside of him, coating you in his essence. thick ropes of cum splattered onto your face and chest, covering your hair and your forehead like the crown of thorns. his hand dropped his cock, letting it rest on your face, covering one of your eyes as his tip leaked cum into your hair even more as he caught his breath subtly.

" such devotion, your baptism has cleared you partly from your sins. " he murmured, finally releasing your hair, his eyes on how lewd you looked covered in his cum, his cock resting on your face as if that was all you were good for. but his price had been paid, and now he was ready to grant you his forgiveness. " go, sit in the pew. spread your legs for me, and i'll take care of the sins plaguing the inside of your body, too, where the baptism has not yet reached. don't worry, i will make sure your body is completely free of sin, inside and outside, my little dove. "

[thecapricunt1616]

Dad!Carmy x Beach Day

Okok guys more Dad!Carmy brainrot! It’s time for a walk *gently grabs your hand* okay okay so your first is away at summer camp for the first time, that was it’s whole ordeal (Carmy cried the whole first week they were gone intermittently bc he missed them esp. after you put your littlest to bed bc ‘the routine just feels odd babe we’re missing one’) so to turn his frown upside down you had been planning little outings so he wouldn’t just sit by the mailbox every day like a sad puppy waiting for the letters your kid sends home. Todays outing: A beach day! 

(More BTC 🫶) 

So as soon as your Toddler got up that morning and told you she wanted to make sand castles that day, the choice was easy. Seeing your sexy man carrying your little girl on his shoulders while you relaxed and enjoyed premium beach snacks that he��d pack for you and get some well needed tanning time? That was always a good day. 

By this time - Carmy has gone full dad mode because having a son old enough for sleep away camp and a daughter out of diapers that’s about 8 years of dad-ing, he has it all. Meaning, the man has yes - he’s gotten a truck. *Keep walking don’t look at me that way* because imagine he’d be like 

‘Babe- think, when we take the kids camping, or when we go on trips- we need something with a lot of space, plus it’s so comfy inside! And seat warmers! So you won’t get cold in the winter. And I can get a snow plow for the front so i don’t have to keep spending hours doing the driveway in the winter, and grocery shopping! Whenever we go to Costco we never have enough space and it’s so much safer you should see the safety ratings on this thing the guy really sold me on it. Unc was for it babe! He told me to go for it’  

Like he would have an endless amount of reasons but let’s be real. Little man, big truck - plus your son would think it’s cool. So you’d be all comfy up front with your cooled seats, your daughter in back in her little princess sunglasses and flip flops chewing on bubble gum to be like dad because after 6 years he’s just replaced cigarettes with nic gum and he hasn’t even considered quitting. Of course she’d have one of those little screen things on the back of the seat and bluey is on deck, or Ms Rachel if he’s feeling particularly educational that day. 

He would of course stop at Starbucks when you and your daughter ask and get her a lemonade and a cake pop, get you your signature drink he’d already have memorized for years and then a black cold brew for himself - I still can’t picture the man having anything in his coffee he still seems like a black coffee dude to me!!! 

When you get to the beach he has the whole set up. I’m talking he has the truck bed loaded, he has a beach cart and everything. You are a beach cabana family you are that family. Because let’s be real if Carmy is anything he’s prepared and every family needs that guy so Nat and Richie and all the nieces and nephews would also come hang!! He’s researched and found you the comfiest beach chairs, he has a timer on his watch and is carrying the baby to the tent and baptizing her ass in sunscreen but it’s funny because you have to force him to let you get his back 

He would totally be the sand art uncle, he would help his daughter make the sickest sand castle ever, he would teach Evie his ways too like he’d have a whole method with adding water to build a base he would be in there. Oh!! And he would loooove taking his daughter hunting for seashells. Like imagine you’re just watching as he walks back and forth with her on the shore, bright blue bucket in one hand and her little hand in another, crouching down whenever he finds a cool one and doing the same when she finds one she wants to show and bring like

“Wow! That’s a pretty one baby, I can’t wait for you to show mama that one!” He would be so supportive omg. Also teaching her how to write her name in the sand 🥹. Don’t even get me started on him bringing her swimming. She would absolutely love the game of holding onto his back while he dives under the water and he’d tell her like “take a deep breath we’re gonna go under ready!” And he would just tire her out within a few hours so that she could take a nap on his chest in the cabana after you have lunch and get a chance to talk. Premier sandwiches of course, Carmy has mastered the beach sandwich. Doritos, the whole lot. 

Oh!! Oh!! And he is a total grill master. He has a little charcoal grill he makes you guys smash burgers on the beach and you get to hang and watch the sunset, around the 4th he would always bring sparklers for the kids they would be heavily supervised of course because Carmy plus fireworks is a nervous wreck but sparklers are ok 

And of course on the way home your daughter would beg to stop for ice cream and he would be suckered in because he is absolutely the pushover parent. 

To end the day if you came home and checked the mailbox and there was a fat letter from your son detailing all of the stuff they’ve been doing that week along with a ton of pictures from the polaroid camera you sent him with it would be a day he gushes about literally forever ingrained in his memory. 

Okay, I hope you enjoyed our walk 🫶

[annoyingann]

you thought this was the end? NOOO

Let me introduce you to all the characters in a little more detail! This will be described in several posts. And we'll start with Izm!

As in the BP canon, Izm is a demon, but not just a thief imp. Izm is a special demon, called "бес" [Bes]. In life, he was a "shameless person" according to society and the church. He even admitted that he had no such feeling. He was a thief, a deceiver, an impudent person, which is why he did not stay in one place for long. His behavior was long overdue in some way. During his life, Izm paid for his actions only with periodic fights without serious bloodshed. As you understand, the fights were not easy for long, since Izm is no longer in human form.

Still, his shamelessness led him to the devil. "and for this, the king of the underworld took pity and granted him remarkable strength" - as the demon himself explains. In some ways, he is right. According to the hierarchy of power, Bes' are in the group of capable demons. Today it is emphasized that Bes' were presented as "absolute evil", but this does not apply to Izm specifically.. For all his impudence, Izm is nothing more than an annoying imp with a love for pranks. Now he is in the familiar group of settled travelers :з

By the way, funny joke. Rire is considered a lower class demon than Izm! but in fact Rire is much stronger and more experienced than this boy

And here is Marcus! He is Igosha, the spirit of an unbaptized child.

CW: BURN ON A CHILD + will be described below

In folklore, he is sometimes described as an invisible baby without arms and legs, so Marcus has no limbs, but since he is a spirit, this does not prevent him from moving and taking objects with the help of a ghostly projection of lost body parts.

The burns on his body were left after a fire in his native village, where he died with his family.

The articles often note how to deal with the Igosha:

"Anyone could baptize the spirit by tearing off a piece of shirt or other clothing and throwing it at the cry with a certain spell. It was believed that Igosha was then freed and left the place where his body was laid to rest."

As you understand, it is not so difficult to put the spirit of the Igoshi to rest. So why hasn't his spirit been released?

crying children without eyes look scary, in my opinion so this doodle Will be at the end of the post

In bad weather they "scream". That's how they scream, begging to be baptized and to rest their souls. In general, their screams are not dangerous, but pregnant women or young mothers should beware of this (there is a risk of getting seriously ill). In theory, Marcus could beg for peace immediately after becoming an Igosh, but the situation says otherwise.

Marcus screamed. Right after becoming an Igosh, he really screamed a lot, hoping to get help and the cherished peace. However, after the village was burned down, absolutely nothing remained in this place. His screams were useless.

Time passed and on the site of the burnt village a small settlement of unclean, a priest and a gunsmith was formed. Now Marcus is one of the quietest Igosh. He managed to make friends with new neighbors and feels so bad about her.. here is the answer to the previous question:

Marcus no longer wants to go to the world of the dead

[prolifeproliberty]

Anencephaly, major heart defects, major lung defects, trisomy 13, holoprosencephaly, hydranencephaly, renal agenesis, thanatophoric dysplasia, and triploidy. These aren't "disabilities" ; they are death sentences. You are for forcing women who find out a heart breaking truth to know for months they won't be able to have a baby. You are for forcing an infant into the world only to know torture and agony and pain.

You are a monster, full stop. This is not freedom, this is torture.

Allowing a mother to spend every moment she can with her dying child and also giving her the comfort that she did everything she could rather than the guilt of knowing she had her child killed - that’s what you think is torture?

No family should go through this alone, and there are great resources for perinatal hospice that should be made available to parents.

Also, the number of times doctors have been wrong about a diagnosis or survival chance…

Not to mention new options for correcting issues by performing surgery on a baby in utero to save lives:

Heart surgery for Trisomy 13 and 18, surgery for spina bifida, Renal Anhydramnios Fetal Therapy for renal agenesis, placenta-derived stem cell therapy for spinal bifida, just to name a few

My husband’s parents were told he wouldn’t survive. They were told to abort, and they refused. They planned to say goodbye to him in the hospital after he was born. All the family came. He was born, baptized by his grandpa, and rushed to surgery.

As you probably figured out, he survived (since he is now my husband). He has no lingering effects of the condition that doctors said would kill him, except that he only has one kidney (and doctors now say he has normal kidney function because his single kidney grew to compensate).

Doctors aren’t omniscient. Conditions that were death sentences 20 years ago are now treatable. New surgeries and procedures are constantly being developed.

We’re not going to sentence babies to death because a doctor says they’re going to die. Sorry not sorry.

[ofthemorningstars]

One Step at a Time (Part 1)

TerzOmega ~ Smut ~ Domestic Fluff ~ Resurrection AU 3.5k words Part 2 Ao3 Version Following the birth of their first child, Terzo and Omega get some much-needed alone time.

Content Warning: mentions of implied mpreg(cis)

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“Is this really necessary?” Primo huffed indignantly. “You know it is, Uncle Primo ,” Omega said with a wry smile as he adjusted the straps of the baby carrier to Primo’s body.  Terzo fretted over the infant in his arms, smoothing out her clothing, pressing his face to her soft white hair and inhaling as though trying to commit her scent to memory.  

“We are just going across the way to another wing, surely I can be trusted to simply hold her, rather than having to deal with this contraption.” “I do not want you dropping her, old man.” The tone of Terzo’s voice was a warning, one which Primo ignored. “Bah. As though I haven’t held and baptized hundreds of babies in the name of Satan in my lifetime.” Primo looked down his nose haughtily at his little brother while he spoke. Terzo ignored the boast, choosing not to dignify it with a response. “If one single hair on her head is out of place when we pick her up tomorrow, I’ll send you back to the pit again myself.” Terzo hissed, and the threat wasn’t idle as he silently took inventory of all the forms of vengeance available to him should any harm befall his precious daughter while in Primo’s care. “You worry too much,” Primo said, rolling his eyes but seeming to drop the matter. Terzo looked down at little Starlight, who was now reaching for her uncle. For reasons that Terzo would never understand, she had quite an affinity for the grumpy old fool. She giggled as Primo stuck his tongue out at her, pulling a face. Indeed, even more puzzling to Terzo than his daughter’s fondness for Primo was Primo's fondness for her, his sharp edges seeming to soften in her presence. He accepted it for what it was, grateful that Starlight had more people in her life who loved her. Omega reached for their daughter, but Terzo stopped him, yanking her out of his grasp. Omega sighed, putting a hand on Terzo’s shoulder.

“Amore, it’s time for them to go. Everything will be alright, I promise. She’ll only be away until tomorrow afternoon,” Omega assured him. Terzo tightened his grip. Terzo wasn't even the one who wanted this “break” from his child to begin with, it had been forced upon him by everyone else in his life.

“Brother, after all the trouble we went through to bring her into this world, after all of the research and late nights and dark magic, WHY would I let anything happen to her?” Primo was growing impatient. Terzo glared daggers at him.

“You could try just being a loving uncle instead of looking at her like a science experiment, you–” Terzo cut himself off, refraining from throwing around the language he wanted to use right now while he was around Starlight’s keen little ears. “That too,” Primo chuckled, unphased. 

Omega’s grip on Terzo’s shoulder tightened; it was time. Terzo gave her one last once-over, memorizing her features; his own nose was framed by Omega’s chin and cheekbones. His white eye stared back at him, next to Omega’s violet, both framed by long, snow-white eyelashes. Elegant horns curved back above her head, just like her Daddy’s. Her cheeks had a rosy glow that shone through her dusky grey complexion. He’d never seen a more beautiful sight, and he was reluctant to tear his gaze away from the tiny ghoul’s face.

In the rational part of his brain, Terzo knew that Starlight was in good hands, as Primo had practically raised him and his other brothers. Despite this, his protective new parent instincts were in overdrive. He needed to make sure she was safe. 

“Please,” Terzo met Primo’s eyes, his voice sincere and threatening to break. “Take good care of her.” Primo nodded, no snarky quips this time.

Terzo let Omega take her from him. He wrapped his arms around himself, unsure of what to do with his now empty hands. He missed the comfort of her weight already. He watched as Omega secured her in the carrier, sitting snugly against Primo’s chest as she babbled up at him. Terzo crossed the room to where they stood, wanting to give her one final farewell for the evening. 

“Sleep well tonight, la mia piccola principessa. Have fun with Uncle Primo.” Terzo pressed one last lingering kiss to the top of her head. Too soon for Terzo’s liking, Omega was bidding her his own goodbyes before ushering them out the door, closing it quietly behind him. When Omega turned back around to face him, Terzo was chewing on his nails, a bad habit that he had picked up since returning to the realm of the living. His once long, dainty nails were too often bitten down to nubs, and while he’d been more successful in growing them out since Starlight was born, today was threatening to send him backsliding. Omega gently pulled his hand away from his face before wrapping him in a tight hug. “I’m so proud of you, tesoro. You did a good job,” Omega spoke softly in Terzo’s ear. Terzo took a moment to return the embrace, body still tense. He buried his face in Omega’s shirt.  “What if something happens?” Terzo croaked out meekly. In her 6 months of life, they’d never spent a night apart, and his mind was racing with the potential for tragedy. “Nothing is going to happen, I promise. She’s safe, everyone is safe. You have my word.” Omega’s voice was patient and full of love as he ran a hand soothingly up and down Terzo’s back. “I’ll draw a bath, it’ll help you relax.” Terzo nodded after a moment. A bath didn’t sound like a terrible idea. 

As Terzo trailed his way after Omega to the ensuite, he stopped in front of the mirror to get undressed, his reflection having caught his eye. He stripped down to his underwear, examining himself.

Terzo had always had a complicated relationship with his self-image, particularly his face, but his body had always been a point of confidence for him. It was the one thing he could control. He had prided himself on his physique and worked to maintain it. Since having Starlight, however, he hadn’t had the time or energy for exercise, and the stress and lack of sleep certainly hadn’t helped. His once lean, angular body had become softer, his hips wider. Stretch marks spanned his stomach, his skin not as tight as it used to be. A large C-section scar was still healing between his hip bones. It wasn’t anywhere near as gnarly as the jagged scar that spanned the circumference of his neck, but it was an uncomfortable reminder of the bizarre changes his body had gone through in order to bring their little girl into this world. He’d never come close to regretting it, but it did leave a feeling of disconnect between himself and his physical form, at times. 

Omega appeared behind him, already naked, his arms wrapping around Terzo’s middle as his lips found their way to his neck. He met Omega’s eyes in the mirror, his own full of a hundred different types of heartache. Omega’s expression was pained, upset at seeing his husband so distressed. “Mio amato, she’s going to be fine–” Omega began. 

“I know, I know, so I’ve been told,” Terzo cut him off, eyes now fixed on the ground. “It’s not just that.” There was silence as Omega waited patiently for him to continue. “I have not been feeling like myself, lately. I do not… look like myself. I don’t recognize the body I see in the mirror.” Terzo’s voice was hollow, detached. Realization and grief dawned on Omega’s face simultaneously, his features softening. They were silent for a long moment. 

“Terzo…” When Omega spoke, his voice was heavy, full of emotion. “I can’t imagine how difficult this all must be for you. But I wish you’d be easier on yourself.” Omega buried his face in the crook of Terzo’s neck. “This scar brought you back to me,” he spoke against Terzo’s skin, kissing along the mark that still looked angry after all these years. “And this scar brought us our little girl,” he continued, delicately tracing his claws along Terzo’s C-section scar. Terzo felt tears begin to well up, but fought them back. “Your body has worked so hard, been through so much. It’s defied death… And it’s carried our kit.” Omega ran a hand across Terzo’s belly. “It’s persisted through the impossible. Everything about you is miraculous. Your body has done so much that shouldn’t have been possible, and yet here you are. I would never judge you for your looks. I wish that you could appreciate yourself more. That you’d be easier on yourself.” Omega gave Terzo another kiss, this time on the cheek. Terzo still looked uneasy, looking away from the mirror. Omega ran his hands up and down Terzo’s sides. “I think you’re incredibly sexy,” Omega breathed in his ear. Terzo scoffed, but had to fight back a shiver. “I want a taste,” Omega added, giving Terzo’s shoulder a gentle bite, not hard enough for his fangs to break the skin. Terzo let his head fall back. He was beginning to relax a little, enough to allow himself to be led to the bathroom. Omega went into the bath first, beckoning Terzo to join him. Terzo finished stripping and climbed in after Omega, reclining in his arms, leaning heavily against him. He sighed as he felt the hot water penetrate achy muscles. 

Terzo relished having so much skin-to-skin contact with his husband; he had forgotten just how good it felt, how right it felt. They’d had encounters here and there since the birth of their daughter, but always rushed, urgent. They never got to take their time anymore, and they certainly didn’t get to bathe together; someone always needed to be watching the baby. Throughout all of their decades together, as long as they’d had the opportunity, they had always bathed and showered together. Giving that up was a sacrifice they'd been willing to make to have a family, but Satanas, this felt good. Terzo twisted in Omega’s hold to press their lips together. What started as an almost chaste kiss slowly built as they took their time with each other. Omega pulled Terzo’s bottom lip into his mouth, biting gently with his fangs. Terzo wanted to turn to face Omega fully, to straddle him, but he was unwilling to break the kiss. Too soon, though, Omega pulled away with a soft sound, wrapping his arms around Terzo and pulling his body against his own tightly. “I missed this,” Omega said, his voice wistful as he tucked Terzo’s head under his chin. Terzo hummed in agreement, stroking Omega’s forearms just because he could. Terzo sighed, leaning back hard and trying to let himself relax. Omega could sense his lingering tension, though, and released his hold on the smaller man to begin to massage his shoulders, working away stress with the pads of his thumbs, doing his best to avoid scratching with his claws. Terzo wouldn’t have minded if he did. 

Between the heat of the water and Omega’s clever hands, Terzo felt like he was going to drift off, fighting to keep his eyes open. Omega chuckled when he yawned, ignoring Terzo’s protests as he pulled his hands away. “Let's get to the bathing part of the bath and get you to bed before you pass out in the tub.” Terzo could hear the smile in Omega’s voice. They took their time washing each other, hands lingering, relishing the other's touch. When the water began to cool, Terzo reluctantly agreed to get out, knowing that Omega would worry about his human mate getting sick if he didn’t.

After toweling each other off, they headed to their bedroom. Terzo grabbed a bottle of his favorite lotion from his vanity and was about to start the process of moisturizing, a key step in his routine as he got older, when Omega swiped it out of his hands. Terzo met his eyes, a questioning look on his face. Omega smirked. “Let me do that for you, tesoro,” Omega said, his voice low and sultry, eyes hooded. Terzo felt an electric jolt run through his body and swallowed hard. Omega guided him to sit on the edge of the bed.

Omega’s touch was warm as he spread lotion onto Terzo’s skin, making sure to work it in until it absorbed. He was thorough, touch trailing, starting at Terzo's shoulders and ending at his feet. By the time he was done, Terzo was already half hard and trying in vain to hide it. When Omega “accidentally” grazed him, Terzo bit back a hiss. Satisfied with the job he’d done, Omega put the bottle back, tracing a clawed finger across Terzo’s cheekbone when he returned. “Turn over,” Omega commanded, ever so softly, but not spoken as a question. Terzo, feeling his heart flutter, complied, guided into lying down on the bed on his stomach. When Omega straddled his hips he felt his heart stop altogether for just a beat before hammering wildly in his ears. Omega leaned down to place a kiss to Terzo’s shoulder, trailing his way up his neck. “You’re still so tense. Let me give you some relief,” Omega whispered. 

Omega’s hands began kneading at Terzo’s shoulders again, touch gentle but firm. Terzo let out a quiet groan, relaxing into Omega’s touch. As Terzo’s muscles became looser, Omega’s touch began to wander, meandering down his arms, his back, until his fingers grazed just above the curve of Terzo’s ass. If Terzo had felt a stir before from all the attention he was receiving, he was now beginning to throb. He let out a soft sigh. 

Omega’s touch slowed at Terzo’s lower back, teasing, before moving his body further down Terzo’s legs. His touch was light at first, claws skating across supple flesh, before stroking Terzo’s ample ass, cupping and squeezing. Omega pressed his hips into Terzo’s thigh, letting Terzo feel his erection. Terzo exhaled shakily, and Omega’s mouth returned to his shoulder, this time kissing every inch of skin available to him, taking his time. His forked tongue came out to taste, and Terzo began to subtly grind on the bed, unable to stop himself. He couldn’t help but think of all of the other things he knew that brilliant tongue of Omega’s could do. When Omega began to lick his way up Terzo’s back, Terzo sensed that the both of them were losing hold of their control. “Omega,” Terzo called, voice unsteady. “I need you. Please…” Terzo begged, feeling as though he might combust. Omega growled in Terzo’s ear, nipping before getting to his feet. Terzo mourned the loss of Omega’s weight, watching as he rifled through the nightstand to find a bottle of lube. Omega prepped himself in front of Terzo, wanting him to watch as he stroked himself in long, slow passes, precum beading at his tip. Terzo salivated, hungry for more. Terzo couldn’t breathe as Omega approached, body trembling when he climbed on the bed behind him. Omega mounted him, Terzo arching his back. Omega kissed between Terzo’s shoulder blades. “Are you ready?” Omega asked, voice sweet and dripping with lust. Terzo nodded, finding himself unable to speak.  When Omega slipped carefully inside, Terzo cried out, pressing his face to the blankets. He gave Terzo a moment to adjust before cautiously starting to move. 

“How does that feel, tesoro?” The question was earnest. 

“Nnnn… So good…” Terzo panted, pushing back against Omega’s hips. It had been a little while, and he had missed this terribly. Omega set a slow, tender pace. Mesmerized by the roll of his hips, Terzo let his body relax further, surrendering to pleasure. He felt Omega’s quintessence brush against his awareness, reaching out, asking to be let in. “Yes, Omega. Please...” All at once their sense merged as their minds connected, the borders between their bodies and souls blurring. Terzo felt the sensation of sensitive flesh being enveloped by his own tight warmth the way that Omega did, and knew that Omega could feel what he was experiencing as well. He shivered at the sense of closeness, of oneness. 

They moved together, breathed together. Omega kissed everywhere he could reach, running his nose along the back of Terzo’s neck. When he began to bite, a part of Terzo wished that he would break the skin, craved the feeling of his own blood trickling, but he knew that wasn’t what either of them needed right now. Omega caught the passing thought and chuckled. “So greedy, amore.” Omega’s voice felt like it was reverberating through Terzo’s skull. Omega nipped slightly harder, but didn’t give Terzo what he wanted. No, tonight wasn’t about that. It was about reconnecting. Omega gave a particularly forceful thrust, as though emphasizing the point, and Terzo groaned. He wished he could kiss Omega. 

Time ceased to have any meaning as they lay entwined together, Omega moving in languid thrusts. Terzo wanted to be in this moment forever, to never leave, but the pressure building at the base of his spine was threatening to cut their time short. Sensing this, Omega put nearly his full weight down on Terzo, pinning him to the bed as he began to move faster. He was chasing Terzo’s release, relishing the feeling of Terzo trying desperately to cling to his composure. When Terzo began to slip in earnest, Omega held him back, just long enough to say something, both with his mouth and with his soul.

“I love you,” Omega whispered.

Terzo was sent tumbling off the edge, but not before dragging Omega with him as he tightened around him, the feeling of Terzo’s release buzzing through their bond, too much for Omega to handle. Omega dropped fully down onto Terzo as he lost himself, crushing him as he filled him with his seed, giving a few last lazy thrusts, but Terzo didn’t mind, consumed by pleasure as he was. When Omega finally seemed to realize where he was after a minute or two, he gingerly pulled out of Terzo and rolled off of him, going to get a towel. Terzo felt lonely in his brief absence. He cleaned Terzo up and then lay back down beside him, pulling him tightly against his body and covering them with the blankets. Terzo was practically purring, his upper body on Omega’s chest, listening to the steady thump of Omega’s heart.

Omega pulled Terzo’s face up to meet his in a searing kiss, full of gratitude as unspoken feelings shimmered along their bond. Terzo had to fight back tears as his senses were overwhelmed by Omega’s outpouring of affection. What he couldn’t fight back, though, was a yawn as fatigue hit him all at once; he was absolutely exhausted. It had been a long, emotionally taxing day for Terzo. Omega chuckled as Terzo rubbed his eyes, running a hand up and down Terzo’s back. He could feel just how tired Terzo was. “I was going to make us dinner, you know. I had a movie picked out and everything. But since someone can’t stay awake, I suppose it’ll have to wait until tomorrow,” Omega teased, kissing the top of Terzo’s head. Terzo nuzzled his face against Omega’s chest, unphased, feeling warm and secure as Omega reached over and turned off the lamp on their nightstand. He drifted off to the feeling of Omega tracing his claws lightly over his skin.

When he woke the next morning, it was to an empty bed. This wasn’t terribly uncommon, as he was quite the heavy sleeper, when he wasn’t having night terrors; Omega was an early riser and usually up taking care of the baby before he was, wanting to let Terzo get as much sleep as much as possible. Today, however, Terzo had been secretly looking forward to spending a lazy morning in bed together.

He sighed, about to get up and find his husband, when Omega walked through the door, dressed in his robe and carrying a large tray. The scent of maple syrup and bacon hit his nose, and his mouth began to water. Terzo sat up further in anticipation, propping himself up on the headboard. Omega crossed the room to him, unfolding the legs of the tray and carefully setting it down over Terzo’s lap.

“Good morning,” Omega greeted him cheerfully, kissing him on the cheek before settling down beside him. “What’s the occasion, amore?” Terzo joked, but his heart felt full to bursting at the gesture. “Don’t need one. I just wanted to do something nice,” Omega replied, ruffling Terzo’s hair. “Especially since you can actually sit down and relax this morning, since it’s just the two of us.” Terzo felt a pang of sadness at the reminder of Starlight’s absence and grimaced unintentionally. Omega seemed to realize his mistake and tried changing the subject, directing Terzo’s attention to the food. “I made all of your favorites, just the way you like them.” Indeed, he had. Spread out before him were french toast with powdered sugar and real maple syrup on the side, extra crispy bacon, a mushroom and chive omelet with swiss cheese, orange juice, and a cappuccino with an extra shot of espresso. Omega knew him very well, and evidently this morning he had decided to absolutely spoil him. Terzo gave him a wide grin, returning the kiss on the cheek.

[whereispearlescentmoon]

This is for the two other people who are obsessed with Ghost Quartet (it’s my favorite musical please listen to it I have CHARTS FOR THIS), here is my analysis of who in the Divorce Quartet is who (note for non-GQ fans, there is a character named Pearl in the show. To lessen the confusion, I’ve color coded.):

Pearl- Rose Red. Rose as a character is someone who feels wronged and abandoned and then uses that to hurt others in every lifetime, namely Pearl (who I am assigning to Cleo). She looks to The Bear (who I’m assigning to Martyn) for help in getting her revenge, but he is uninterested in helping, which causes her final spiral, like how Martyn leaving Pearl in episode one led to her being alone for the series.

When Pearl is the Soldier, Rose manipulates her by flirting and steals her honey, then shoots her. When Pearl is Lady Usher, Rose’s manipulation of Roxie as a child and later stealing Starchild is what leads to Lady Usher’s descent into madness and her death. When Pearl is Scheherazade, Rose callously takes her last piece of stardust. When Pearl is the Victim, Rose chooses not to help her, letting her die. And through all of this, until after it’s reveled that it was all for nothing, Rose sees her actions as righteous vengeance against Pearl. There is a parallel to be made here about life series Pearl killing Cleo over and over, still bitter from Double Life.

There is also something to be said for the fact that the person who gets hurt by Rose the most, besides Pearl, is Rose in other lives. Roxie and Starchild are the most obvious examples. Rose lies to Roxie as a child, leading her to become a tortured ghost when her expectations of heaven aren’t met, and she steals Starchild from her mother, baptizing and then abandoning her. Double Life Pearl, in her effort to hurt the person who wronged her, spends the season torturing herself.

Cleo- Pearl. Besides the irony of the name, see the above. Ultimately, it’s the Astronomer who betrayed Rose Red, not Pearl, yet Rose’s anger manifests in hurting herself and Pearl. And, in Rose’s defense, Pearl did act selfishly. She started a relationship with the Astronomer, knowing that her sister loved him. And we can see this from how untrusting all of Pearl’s lives are, similar to how Cleo behaves towards her allies. The Soldier is apathetic towards the idea of dying, knowing Rose’s flirting isn’t genuine. Scheherazade knows that the story she’s giving Rose is the last piece of stardust she has, and she gives it anyways, not because she is selfless but because she wants to rest. When Lady Usher is killed by Roxie’s ghost, she still sees her as her little girl.

I mean, I feel like these lyrics could sum up Cleo and Pearl in the life series pretty well honestly:

“This has all happened before….And the dead girl leapt upon her mother//And her sister//And her daughter//And her lover//With the rage of four generations”

No matter who Cleo is to Pearl, Pearl kills her in the end. No matter who Pearl is to Rose, Rose ends up killing her.

Scott- The Astronomer. The Astronomer is, in my opinion, the real catalyst of the show, even if the focus is on Rose and Pearl. He uses Rose for her observational skills and gets close with her before ultimately choosing Pearl over her, which you could parallel to Scott choosing to ally with Cleo and ditch Pearl in DL.

However, The Astronomer, like Scott, is not truly an antagonist. He is a man, who as we can see both from the songs The Astronomer and Fathers & Sons, acknowledges his faults but can’t find it in him to get better. The Astronomer wishes he could sing and see beauty the way Rose does, but he doesn’t practice and he’s “CONFOUNDED BY MUSIC// AND BABIES AND LAUGHTER//AND STORIES AND GOODNESS//INFINITY AND LUCK//I’M CONFUSED BY THE NOTION//THAT SOMEBODY LOVES ME”. We see this in the Astronomer’s other lives too. Lord Usher says that he knows he’s a bad lover and deadbeat dad, telling The Son that he should leave and never look back. David plays the piano in the palace of the Shah even as it hurts him and even after it has been determined that humans don’t deserve music, because he is begging for forgiveness, which you could parallel to the way Scott kills himself in DL as an apology to Pearl.

Martyn-The Bear. The Bear is a character who acts solely on impulse and base desire, which fits in line with how Martyn is often characterized as someone who acts before he thinks, whether out of love or rage. Martyn ditched Pearl in the heat of the moment because he felt hurt by Cleo’s rejection, and spent the rest of the season begging for Cleo back. Instead of being honorable in the final duel with Scott and Impulse in LimL, he indulges in his bloodlust. Half the time in SL when he got guesses wrong as a yellow it was because he was goaded into guessing and couldn’t resist.

The Bear, similarly, is a creature of instinct in every life. He sends Rose on a wild goose chase just because he wants honey. As The Son he leaves his grieving family because he wants to go join a band in New York. All the Shah wants is to drink, eat, and indulge himself in mindless entertainment. The Pusher gives no consideration to the fate of the Victim when he shoves her onto the tracks, he just takes a swig of his drink and pushes.

[wyvchard]

What Part of "No" Do You Not Understand?

Inspired by this thread.

Agent Phoenix is quite annoyed at the fact a certain actor can't take "no" for an answer.

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Agent Phoenix took a deep breath as they leaned back onto the chair, prayer slipping from their lips like a lifeline.

"Dear Heavenly Father, grant Your child aid in this trying time. My flesh is weak and I need strength to overcome this."

"Oh, Agent. That's quite an adorable prayer. But you're not going to get away with that easily." He took a few steps closer, a smug grin on his face as he anticipates their resolve falling any time soon.

"You and I both know I can and I will get away that easily." They narrowed their eyes at him as they gently rubbed their wrists as soon as they cut the ropes. "Please step away before I give into the temptation."

"And why should I do that, agent? Hmmm?" He watched in amusement as they took down the jammer and lasers. He stepped closer, causing them to back away until they reached the wall.

"Please shut up before I do something stupid. Don't. Do. This. No! I mean it!" Their tone was laced with a plea, only for his ego to grow bigger.

"You won't be doing something stupid. Just let what you feel out." He felt satisfied seeing them squirm. Yet, instead of feeling them melt under the touch of his hand, he felt a sharp sting on his cheek.

"What part of 'No!' do you not understand, Mr. Juniper?"

"I didn't even touch your cheek yet. Or any part of you."

"That still doesn't count."

"Normally, people would melt at these kinds of situations. You didn't... feel anything?"

"Other than my gut instinct to punch you? Nothing." He felt incredulous, seeing someone stare at him with complete disgust. "I get that you're quite a sight and all and you do have a knack for directing heart racing scenes but what else? You're too overrated in my opinion. But then again, standing alone on stage with that much people is a skill. So points for you there, I guess. Some people do that every day on Sunday so it's not really special."

"Why are you immune to my charms? I'm an incubus. How on earth?" He was staring at them like he just heard the trumpets and they were one of its players.

"I don't know? Who knows? Maybe I got baptized as a baby or something. Does it look like I know? Ah. I'll stop here before I give you an hour long lecture about this. I have a lot of words about it."

John felt himself paralyzed under their intense stare, yet it was different from the usual ones. Far from carnal, it was the gaze of someone examining an object of interest.

"I'm sorry for slapping you hard." The remorse in their voice was enough to give him pause. "You should get that treated."

"You... aren't... looking at me like-"

"Why would I?" The disgust returned with full force. "You're a person too. And I really should apologize to that sweet old lady who told me that Hollywood is dangerous. If they let an incubus like you run around, how many more of you are out there?"

"Can I take you out on a date?"

"Absolutely not."

"Why wouldn't you? You're the first to view me as more than a sex object. Literally."

"You need better people to be around. Seriously. You do."

"And where would I find these kinds of people anyway?"

"Probably people who are too busy surviving to care about those things. I don't know. I'm too focused on stopping Zoraxis to actually give you an answer."

A sharp click interrupted the conversation coupled by a clearing of the throat.

"Agent, I see you're doing alright." Reginald gave them a gentle smile, yet clearly worried at the marks on their wrist.

"Wait. If I say I'm switching sides, will the agency consider it?"

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I had fun with this. XD Please excuse any out of character moments.

@definitelyunhingedagentphoenix, @sml8180, I hope you enjoy this. I took the idea and practically sprinted with it. XD

@jellyfishgummy

@phoenix-and-found-family

@the-one-and-only-043

@ghostlystarwanderer

[itsmebytch001]

Y/n Davis + Morales Fam Things.

Auntie Rio rubbing hot peppers into your nails because you won't stop chewing them.

Uncle Jeff taking you bowling, only for you to call him boring saying he needs some real hobbies.

Cousin Miles trying to teach you how to skate, turns out he can barley do it himself so Y/n just watches him tumble trying to do a flip.

Miles: "I got it! This time for sure!" *Trips backwards down stair case face slams into cocreate*

4. Dad Aaron getting his daughter baptized as a baby and having Jeff and Rio being the God parents, baby Y/n refuses to be held by Uncle Jeff and screams and thrashes until he hands her to Rio or her Dad.

5.Auntie Rio who buys you a beauty bag for your 14th birthday with Mascara, lip gloss and liner and teaches you how to put it on well.

Rio: "No no Y/n just slightly overline it, yes like that, now add the gloss"

6.Miles and Y/n who watch trash TV together, like The Idol.

Y/n: "Lily rose is a pretty girl but the Weeknd is kinda ugly"

Miles: "Your lying to yourself, that man is fine"

Y/n: "LOOK AT HIS HAIR"

Miles: "...Yeah that's the character not him"

Y/n: "He beat Lily's character with a brush, you still think he's fit"

Miles: "That' the character!"

Y/n: "and I quote 'make that throat wet for me' "

Miles: "I-"

Y/n: " 'You should sing like you know how to fuck', You think that's hot?"

Miles: "The weeknd and the character are SERPRATE"

Y/n: "You heard that man say those things and you still thinks he's fit?"

Miles: "STAP, LET ME HAVE THIS!"

*Aaron from the next room*

Aaron: "BOTH OF YALL SHUT THE HELL UP!!"

7. Uncle Jeff seeing you skipping school while walking down the street.

*Police siren*

(Over the speaker thingy) Jeff: "Y/n Davis, aren't you supposed to be in school?"

Just keep walking, he'll go away eventually

Jeff: "Y/n Davis I see you...You ignoring me now?"

Just keep walking

Jeff: "Come on now, I'm just gonna keep following you till you answer me"

*Follows her for 3 blocks*

Jeff: "okay, Ive waited long enough PDNY Y/n Davis Stop where you are"

Y/n: "Are you serious?!"

Jeff: "So now you talking to me?"

Y/n: "GO AWAY"

Jeff: "Get in the car, your going to school"

Y/n: "I think not"

Jeff: "You really want your Auntie finding out your skipping out? I will call her"

Y/n: "I don't care"

Jeff: "Really now?" He pulls out his phone up Rio's contact.

Y/n: "FINNNNNNNNNNEEEEE"

*Y/n sulking in the back of the car*

[windvexer]

I LOVE your post on ritual gestation and birth, thank you so much for sharing it! It was initially brought to my attention by @aesethewitch as something very useful to consider with a crockpot recipe commission, and I agree that it would be so cool to apply this to kitchen witchcraft involving my slow-cooker, things that marinate, pickling things, fermenting things, etc. But I wondered if there were any potential hazards I should consider when it comes to going full hamster and eating your own spell-baby after it's born? It almost felt vaguely wrong in a very funny-to-me way, not that it would necessarily stop me from doing it.

We are in reference to this post

going full hamster and eating your own spell-baby after it's born

Sentence of the year award 😂

I'm not articulate enough to explain myself how I want to, but my answer is no: I do not believe that there is any special taboo about eating spells which you have manifested through an enlivening ritual.

I do like a spell that's a bit creepy, and if it's sort of creepy to think that you've just baptized your pickled carrots and named the Devil as their godmother, and now you're eating them in a weirdly quasi-cannibalistic way, then all the better, I say. Even better if you fed it your blood because that's extra cannibalistic.

This is my blood-fed Devil goddaughter pickled carrot baby named Merciful Rest and I'm going to eat her with a nice Chianti.

If doing a human-baby-centric ritual is a little too weird, though, there are many options. All of them weird.

You could envision the crockpot recipe, when born, as being the first part in its life cycle; you must eat it to complete its destiny.

The spell-baby is surely a life, but what manner of life is it? If you like to garden, friend, consider the lifespan of the annual vegetable. You seeded a tomato plant, celebrated when it sprouted, tended to it with love, then ate its fruit and watched it wither and die. Maybe pulled it out by the root early for the compost pile so the garden beds could be mulched for winter.

So the plant angle I think is a decent one; it's not that weird to bring life into the world just to consume it.

Hmm. I have nothing left to say. I dunno if this was helpful. I hope it was!

Eat your spells. It's shockingly effective. Feed spells to other people, too. Just maybe not if it's got your blood in it.

[mononijikayu]

the horrifying what happened to aemma in episode one about this is that it is only when the woman is ACTUALLY dying or are already dead that c-sections are performed. that told me they do not care of about the historical telling of the story AT ALL. so i just wanna break down the situation and why i dont think that scene in episode one was necessary in the way it was.

now we have a precedence of this shown in the form of queen dowager alyssa velaryon in f&b. the first birth of her marriage to rogar had not been good, she was already weakened by that and her second pregnancy in the marriage was worse, to the point she was dying.

the maester informs that alyssa was already dying and that the only solace they could give is dreamwine. if she had consented or never woke up, we dont really know - but either way the baby, jocelyn, would actually die if they hesitate longer and that if nothing is done, alyssa could take the baby with her as well.

so jaehaerys and alyssane are told and its jaehaerys that tells rogar - that alyssa is dying and the babe could be as well, but they would have to cut her open. rogar was horrified but its something that had to be decided. yet it was a hard choice to make, because no matter the outcome, there would be pain and death - brutal one at that.

but because alyssa was already dying, it was offered as an option and hence it aligns heavily with the medieval standards. in fact, we can find this in a book by historian renate blumenfeld-kosinski called not of woman born where she talks about this.

there's a passage where she mentions saint thomas aquinas and the conundrum of conducting a c-section as soon as possible to annoint the child in holy baptism, to 'save its soul' from damnation — which details a conversation but saint thomas wrote against that, in defense of the mother and explicitly details that he rejects killing the wives.

if the mother is already dead but child is still alive, that's where you move to cut open because the child would die just the same as the mother. thomas rejects the idea that you should kill the mother in order to baptize the child. it is so interesting that the church is against abortion, but one of its outspoken individuals has this sort of perspective.

in fact, there is a passage on three instruction manuals for women's health and medicine called trotula (the little work of trotula) in medieval italy in the 12th century. the midwives who study these texts are encouraged to take care the mothers first. this was at a time where people are HIGHLY religious and would have caused such a social taboo. it was a shock wave to the population seeing these radical ideas for the first time.

the text on c-section on the trotula goes as follows: "whan the woman is feble and the chyld may noght comyn out, then it is better that the chylde be slayne than the moder of the child also dye." - which means it was highly encouraged that they ONLY CUT when the woman is already dying or is dead. this text tries to tells that the mother and child need tp be looked on but women need to be cared for as much as the child. if there is any other way, it should be taken. only in the event of no more choices should there be cutting.

in fact the woman who was behind ideas in trotula — trotula of salerno was a radicalist in her time. she believes both women AND men can have defects. specifically how men's semen can be medically unfit to conceive a child. and that WOMEN should not be suffering at child bed, discussing the use of opiates from herb plants to help with pain and just like saint thomas, she believes that women are not meant to suffer or die from childbirth and that women should not have to make up for the sins committed by even in eden.

in fact, c-sections were also heavily regulated by local authorty. jakob nufer in 1580s for example was a veterinarian who found that his wife was having such a hard time with childbirth that he was so concern and begged to be allowed by local authorities to perform a c-section on his wife because he feared she would die and he succeeded, which his wife surviving AND that child living a long life according to the records.

historians have said that this would not happen just without any reasonable cause to do forced c-sections on their wives for the fact that their wives are also belonged in other royal houses and strong noble families. the people in charge needed these alliances and connections in order to keep the peace going. foul play cannot be a must, the childbed is risk enough for these alliances already. marriages and childbed tied the peace together. alas, the best childbed care is a MUST.

aemma's death would have been fine as a regular death in childbirth or even a similar situation as alyssa's, which would have at least dignified her death. unless it was the natural progression of childbed and or foul play, aemma arryn would have no need to die like that on her childbed. this was not a good way for aemma to die.

it was just insulting to the book material, historical record and aemma herself. not to mention to viserys i. losing his son was tragic enough but having him decide prematurely without her consent, without her actually nearing death or without discussing it in depth with the maester and or not insisting any other way was so off to me. he would have been making a bunch of questions, this was his wife - she was tied to house arryn and she was a high ranking woman. he would not HAVE had her cut open like that when she was not dead yet or actually on her death bed.

[letters-to-rosie]

random timebomb r&b vibes

for @oreo-oro-orero, and it's r&b because it's me lol I came up with some of these in a collab with @shokuto but it's been a minute and I don't remember everything we suggested, so this is where we're at

Percogesic—Gallant she wants nitro when she herself's a box of tnt over-baptized and under-acknowledged she lights her flame over my front door

Good Bye—Victoria Monét sometimes, I don't think I can get used to these changes, the changes I guess we should face it, we're better off wherever we are

Come for Me—Alicia Keys ft. Khalid & Lucky Daye is it too much to need someone to come for me? just need someone to run to me I need someone to come for mе and that'll be enough for me

Dynamite—Gallant ft. Brandy if we lost out minds blew up like dynamite wouldn't that be nice? wouldn't that be nice?

Access Denied—Lucky Daye ft. Ari Lennox you push away, I push from back the game we play, the rush, the act I came all this way to tell you that you're my reason

Water—Kehlani he said, "I wanna undress you I wanna impress you, but I ain't gon' press you I wanna undo the things I said before"

Voicemail—Khalid ft. Kiana Ledé I'll give you your space if you need it say it to my face, if you mean it

Snooze—SZA mobbin', schemin', lootin', hide your bodies long as you dreamin' 'bout me, ain't no problem I don't got nobody, just with you right now tell the truth, I look better under you

Gentleman—Gallant throw yourself on like it's meant to be leave you with a fifth of your sanity tell me, have you ever had a gentleman?

Candy Drip—Lucky Daye can you speak up tomorrow? I wake you up for talk baby, you're the wave, maybe you're the way to divine

just as a start :)