#tw unholy conduct

[statleragainstposers]

My cats are fighting each other. I can't believe they'd commit the sin of wrath... what should I do to help them see the light?

[hellboundwrites]

Can we have more info on the yearly ritual you mentioned in the Halloween post?

Of course ! Keep in mind that I'm going to improvise a bit for this one though ;)

TW : mentions of death and grieving

--

The Halloween ritual is not mandatory, or else the presence of every ghoul would be demanded.

Since the Clergy has Papa IV at its head, traditions have been a bit swept under the rug. Copia only cares about having fun, and the Clergy doesn't mind opening the church to new events. Old traditions, like the Halloween ritual, don't actually promote the Clergy. They're only destined to a close audience of members and are quite secretive. Therefore, they aren't an effective way to welcome new believers in the ranks.

The ritual being only one of many, it doesn't have to be lead by the Papa, who only directs the major events of the year - much to Copia's relief. He delegates to another, lower representative. Years ago, when he was still a Cardinal, the Halloween rituals were his responsibility, therefore he considers that he has done enough. If you ask Imperator about her son's lack of interest in traditions, she'll tell you that Terzo started it, and well, she's not entirely wrong. Terzo still had his old-fuck of a father and his devoted ghouls to keep him in line, though.

Anyways, the most faithful members of the Clergy, like older ghouls and Siblings of Sin, choose this ritual over what they consider is a futile celebration. Dressing up for Halloween might be a good public stunt to preach the Infernal Gospel, but it doesn't serve a religious purpose and doesn't honor the Lord in respectful ways.

It is believed that it is during Halloween that the walls between realms are the thinnest. But that is not entirely true. It actually extends to the entire day of November 1st to the following night on November 2nd, when the ritual ends. November 2nd is the Day of the Dead in many cultures, and the day during which a lot of people around the world pray, mourn and celebrate the deceased. What better opportunity to recharge your magic ? The high members of the Clergy, the ghouls and everyone who's able to manipulate magic will feed off this solemn and sometimes negative energy. So much pain, some much grief, so many voices calling for a God that won't respond...

In some cases, they find souls wondering the earth. Ghosts, spirits, entities that have escaped the attention of the Lord. Like magnets, they are attracted by the whirlwind of energy that floats above the abbey. They wander here by themselves, never knowing what awaits for them : eternal damnation. Some ghouls, because they have a foot in both realms, are expected to be here to catch these creatures and send them where they belong in Hell.

From the night of Halloween to the night of November 2nd, the chapel stays lit and open, with hundreds of candles decorating the walls and illuminating the dark stained glasses.

The priest or cardinal in charge will conduct a mass in the morning. You are free to come and go whenever you please during these two days, light a candle, say a prayer. But the most devoted members of the Clergy will eat, sleep and pray at the chapel without ever leaving, guarding it and welcoming others. Some are in charge of cleaning off the wax, replacing the unholy water, offering meals and warm clothes...

It is at most, a quiet and peaceful event, in opposition to some more gore or explicit rituals they're used to do. Most people find it quite boring. But some will visit for the warmth and the feeling of belonging that being around so many other believers can offer. Some others, like Omega, by duty. Alpha for example, will stay the entire ritual, both to regenerate his elements and show gratitude to the Lord.

On November 2nd, just before midnight, they'll roll Nihil's old-fuck corpse at the altar and pray for him while he watches. Unfortunately for everyone, the ritual also makes his ghost stronger and more attached to the abbey.

Of course, that's when you can find the least amount of people in the chapel.

--

I'll write more about my headcanons for rituals and other religious acts in future projects. Hope that my poor english wasn't too bad here.

[selfoe]

five's portrayal of the mc from the interactive fiction series f.allen h.ero, pulled from that universe and thrown into a bunch of others. heavily crime and sci-fi based. general warnings from the books include violence, abuse, suicidal ideation / past attempt, strong language, themes of a sexual nature, self-harm, and depictions of mental illness (including ptsd, depression, and anxiety). guide.

first book. second book. / info under cut. verses. pins. sideblog. affiliated with: FOOLTHE, DOGSROT, UNHOLIES, CHAVOTI / DRAAHL

NOTE: I WILL BE WRITING MOSTLY IN SECOND PERSON, WITH SOME SWITCHES TO FIRST PERSON. i plan on trying to write as if it's part of the interactive fiction novel(s), so the first person will be "choices."

tunes 1. tunes 2. mixtape.

SHEPHERD ICHON, BETTER KNOWN AS SIDESTEP. HERO (VIGILANTE) OF THE PAST, VILLAIN OF THE NOW. ("TRUTH AND JUSTICE COULD ONLY BE FOUND ON THE WRONG SIDE OF THE LAW.") SHEP, BY FEW. a trans man in his early thirties, specific age unknown. ONE OF THE STRONGEST TELEPATHS CREATED. (not nearly as strong as you could be. you're losing your grip, aren't you?)

(A RE-GENE; NOT HUMAN.) (not born; manufactured.)

(THE CUCKOO, INFILTRATOR, TRAITOR.) (traitor...?)

when it comes to shepherd's abilities, i will never do anything without consent from the other writer (aka i'll talk with you first, but i usually plot before i write, anyhow). he is a wickedly strong telepath, which doesn't just mean reading minds; he can read and feel other people's emotions, can force them to forget things (including his face), implement false memories, and even "possess" them. (it's also not limited to humans; it's anything that's a living thing, which includes plants and animals.) + he can “push” living beings to do things (think andy from firestarter, except shep doesn’t [have to] speak to them; it’s a mental push). (note: he has, or had [depends on the timeline], a puppet he named ZEKE, who he used to conduct meetings and get close to certain people.) and these are just simplified terms. he's stronger than he makes himself out to be, though everything does take a huge toll on him, physically and mentally. there are also certain things that can prevent him from using his abilities, namely telepathic dampeners (depending on their strength, he can still push through to some extent) and neurological disorders such as epilepsy.

it's also important to note that shepherd is always completely covered up, aside from his face and his hands. his body is covered in these thick, orange "tattoos," connected by the barcode at the center of his chest (from his shoulders, to his lower arms, his torso, and his legs). he has many, many scars, some from the fights he's been in, and many from trying to rid his body of the tattoos to no avail.

HIS STYLE IS EDGY SEMI-FORMAL, always wearing a long-sleeve, turtle-neck undershirt. HE'S AVERAGE HEIGHT (5'10"), DARK SHOULDER LENGTH HAIR (that he cuts in the third book, which isn't out yet), AND DARK EYES. BOTH EARS AND HIS TONGUE ARE PIERCED. it's also likely you'll see him munching on something sweet at any given moment (his abilities drain him whether he's actively using them or not, and he's found sweets to be the best and most delicious way to get the energy he needs).

a basic timeline of some of the most important events of the past:

shepherd is created by THE FARM. he is, simply put, a tool for the special directive, manufactored to infiltrate humans and gather information and/or take them out, as needed.

shepherd escapes from the farm and eventually becomes SIDESTEP, a vigilante deemed hero. he's taken in (for lack of a better phrase; he fights alongside them, often) of registered heroes, though never registers himself (he doesn't want to). one of the heroes, charge (ricardo ortega) becomes his best friend and crush, which turns into some sor of fling after tons of flirting from both sides.

the heartbreak incident. (TW FOR DEATH / IMPLIED SUICIDE) his other best friend on the team, anathema, who he's closer to than even ortega, dies in this incident, melted and torn by his own acidic abilities thanks to the strong telepath they're trying to find and fight. shep is frozen, unable to do anything but watch. he ends up breaking the glass and jumping out of a window, and while everyone else is told he's dead (and given doctored photos), he's actually taken back to the farm.

he escapes again, finds his 'puppet' zeke in a hospital, braindead, and makes his plan to become THE VILLAIN. at this point, he doesn't know what he's going to name himself, but ends up deciding on SIDESTEP. his past self is his rival, and taking the name back from himself is part of his revenge.

revenge. that's what started it, but as he's found by ortega and becomes too close again, to not only him, but the new heroes (herald and lady argent) and the man he fought with all the time (wei chen), he realizes what he's wanted all along: REAL justice, and for the truth to come out about the system the heroes work for (and maybe revenge is still there, bubbling with his never-evaporating anger-- revenge against everyone, and his past self.)

of course, some things change, depending on the verse i throw shep into, including character relationships (i have him romancing herald / daniel, mainly). the characters WILL be pulled into whatever verse i throw shep into, so it's likely they'll be mentioned, but their relationship will differ, depending on the verse.

[cyberrat]

53rd Batch Of Fics: 11th Fill

Bruce/Jason – Part ½ – fuck or die; rough; blood tw; 2nd part next batch – Tale as old as time: they got hit by a weird toxin from Poison Ivy and now they have to deal with the fallout :) It's pretty rape-y, be aware of that.

---

They stumble into the decontamination shower but Bruce’s veins are already on fire.

Jason is breathing harshly behind him, checking him out of the way with a hard nudge of his shoulder to try and wash the pain away as best as possible.

Ivy got them good. Bruce doubts with the last few working brain cells that he has, that the shower will do anything at all. He already can’t feel any of the weird stickiness anymore that had coated them, much as if it had sunk into their bodies to wreck havoc on their systems now.

He wants to tell Jason, but it feels like too much effort to do anything but drool like an animal at the moment.

They struggle out of their clothes but don’t manage to get even half of it off. Just like speaking, using their fingers in any meaningful capacity becomes quickly impossible.

Bruce can feel his higher brain functions shutting down. He scrubs on his skin, what he can reach of it, but eventually becomes distracted from his own discomfort by the sounds of Jason struggling on the other side of the room.

He looks like some kind of drenched puppy, crouching on the floor and still ripping on his clothes because he can’t figure out how to get them off.

He looks absolutely delicious.

Bruce is on him before he even consciously moves.

Jason makes a weird sound as they collide; somewhere between a grunt and a furious growl. He reacts immediately, trying to wind himself out from beneath Bruce and catch him with an elbow to the gut. They grapple fiercely, seams ripping as Bruce not only tries to keep him down against the wet shower floor but also pull him out of his clothes in the process.

Jason had been unwilling to accept any armor and gear Bruce had offered him. Maybe he will finally rethink it now.

They are snarling at each other like animals, the fire in their veins pushing them into a mindless frenzy.

Bruce is panting with his mouth hanging open, his hands hard and unforgiving as he slams Jason’s head into the tiles hard enough to get him disoriented… or maybe have him pass out for a moment? It is difficult to tell when one doesn’t give a solitary fuck beyond an unholy glee that the other stops moving just long enough so they can be completely dominated.

His cock slots between Jason’s cheek. He immediately starts to hump blindly, one arm around Jason’s throat, the other hand on the back of his head. It’s not a very effective grip, but it is all he can muster when his cock is swollen and aching just as much as the rest of his body.

It feels like an open wound, throbbing and trying to break out of its skin.

The water makes everything slippery… but it is no lube.

When he finally manages in sheer dumb luck to find Jason’s tightly clenched hole, he fucks like a man possessed, trying to cram his way inside on nothing but sheer determination and fuelled by the pain he feels throughout his body.

Jason’s growls of protest become louder and more desperate. Soon enough he’s howling, his body protesting against the pain… yet also welcoming it just like Bruce is.

Heat washes through Bruce once he manages to cram his massive tip into the desperately clenching body. It’s orgasmic all on its own. His mouth falls open and his head sinks forward… only to pull to the side just in time before Jason can slam the back of his head into his mouth and do a lot of damage.

Bruce roars at him. Faintly he is embarrassed about his conduct; how he behaves worse than an animal as he pushes Jason to the ground and grunt fucks deeper into him on sheer spite and to dominate him further.

They’re both not in their right minds. Whatever the venom is that Ivy doused them with, it has him thoroughly in its grip, blocking out any logical thought. From how Jason feels and acts under him, he is not feeling any different.

He keeps bucking up, gnashing his teeth and obviously spitting mad… though he does not say a single word.

The shower keeps going, not cooling off any of Bruce’s ardor as he keeps cramming his cock into the unprepared hole.

Jason clenches down desperately, trying to force him back out while he claws at the slippery tiles, looking for anything that can give him enough purchase to buck Bruce off and probably rip his throat out.

There is nothing of the sorts in reach, of course. Bruce’s emergency showers are the bare minimum; exactly what is needed and nothing more.

He rams into Jason, pleasure shooting through his body when he finally manages to cram his cock into him in its entirety.

He starts thrusting like a beast, pumping his hips down and into Jason while the other is howling in rage and pain… until the aching thrusts become more slippery and easier to take.

Has he finally relaxed into his breeding and accepted that it is what they both need at the moment?

The painful fever that had been raging through Bruce’s body abates the more he fucks into Jason and reshapes his insides into the form of his cock.

He hangs his head down, his hips slowing somewhat from their animalistic humping into something that resembles a human more, if only slightly.

Like this he can see how dark pink the water has become around Jason’s hands and knees.

He’s bleeding…

Part of Bruce wishes the realization would make not turn him on as much as it does and lead him to finally stop his rampage.

The bigger part is getting riled up all over again. He grabs the back of Jason’s head and wrangles him down, forcing his face against the cold shower tiles while he grunt fucks his bleeding hole.

Jason struggles for way longer than Bruce would ever have anticipated… but eventually he gives up and just capitulates to let himself be bred like an animal by Bruce.

It feels good. Really good.

Bruce can close his eyes, stars exploding in the darkness behind them and the fever seems to leave his body cock first. Like he is fucking the heat right into Jason’s gut – though from how docile he is behaving, it must be just dissipating into the air or something.

It’s just so difficult to have a single, meaningful thought…

His victory grunt when he comes and grinds into Jason deep, reverberates through the small emergency showers. It just adds insult to injury… especially when he can hear Jason groaning beneath him.

Maybe he’s shooting his load as well… from getting fucked raw and rough in the showers.

The fever must have dissipated, in the very least because while Bruce is still enjoying the glowing aftermath, he gets an elbow rammed into the side, air pushed from his lungs.

Jason crawls a few steps, then stands up, watery blood running down his legs. He glares at Bruce with some hot emotion that can only be a thirst for revenge.

Bruce… does not know what to say.

[behindsanityrp]

II. FORGIVE US OUR SINS, SAVE US FROM THE FIRES OF HELL

LEAD ALL SOULS TO HEAVEN, ESPECIALLY THOSE IN NEED OF THY MERCY

tw fire

There should be a difference, you may be thinking, between the singing and the screaming. The echoes are about the same and Wonderland is no stranger to both, but at the breath just before sunrise, it is all too evident which one it is that has the church bells ringing through the stillness of the city.

You are too early or too late or come just in time to see the cross that once adorned the tower of the cathedral fall victim to the flames that devour the House of God greedily, black smoke masking what should have been a peaceful dawn.

The Devil is upon us, one nun screams, clutching at heavy gold crosses against singed gowns. The soot-smudged child by her feet says nothing, merely looks at the rising cloud of black looming over us all.

Follow their gaze, and for a moment perhaps you see something flicker in the plumes of smoke. You think maybe the nun might not be quite wrong, though Wonderland’s devil takes on a different form.

-

The authorities make quick work of blocking off the roads surrounding the church, firefighters spending the morning combing through the debris. The city holds its breath as the red-blue sirens spin in silence, reflecting against broken stained glass that crack underfoot as survivors are found throughout the afternoon.

Curious, how those missing are only orphans; nuns kneeling in prayer, begging for salvation or avoiding the watching eyes of those gathered.

Curiouser, how only weeks ago, the church received a rather generous donation from an anonymous figure. There is no name attached to the cheque, but the insignia of the company is unmissable: VELVET HOLDINGS CORP.

Come nightfall, what remains of the orphaned children have begun singing new melodies; gospel turned child’s game.

I LOOK FORWARD TO THE RESURRECTION OF THE DEAD / DON’T YOU?

-

Hello dear players and welcome to our second event! HOUNDSTITCH CHURCH & HOME FOR WAYWARD YOUTH (previous alignment: NEUTRAL) has been compromised in what the authorities are claiming is a horrible accident. Police investigations of the scene are brief, but what is most odd is that while no corpses are found, there seems to be one too many children missing from the total head count...

For this event, we will need several volunteers - message the main if you are interested in having your character take part in one of these roles! Please note that roles will be filled as first-come-first-serve.

HOUR OF OUR DEATH - Perhaps you see the smoke first, or you sought the church for atonement before you started your day - regardless of the reason, you are one of the first responders on the scene, quick to aid in whatever way you can. Those you have bandaged or pulled out of the fire itself consider you a hero, but there are some who question why you appear at just the right place at such a strange hour… - CLEMENTINE | HENRIK | PAX

MAY GOD HAVE MERCY - You catch a moment of the burning, or arrive just as the police do, watching the firefighters pull bodies out of the rubble. Unfortunately - or fortunately - you are behind the police tapes, merely a spectator to the show. Stay put, for you are a witness to the authorities, and there will be inquiries once the building is done going up in smoke. - IVORY | MINA | THEO | WILLIE | UNLIMITED - OPEN TO ALL.

FORGIVE US OUR TRESPASSES - You are hardly deterred by the caution tape that surrounds the building, or the creak of unsteady debris echoing under broken statues - courageous or an idiot, you venture into the ruins of the church the following night. The shadows are especially restless in unholy places and whispers caution you against finding what fires tried to burn down. - AKARA | ODESSA | RUBY

Please set your threads to the appropriate date & time - otherwise, your character is free to interact with any aspect of the fire, investigation, and gossip that follows it. The timeline of this event is as follows:

9/12 | THE BURNING.

5:00AM - 6:00AM: The church begins to burn & first responder volunteers arrive on the scene.

6:00AM: Police, EMS, and firefighters reach the church & firefighters begin to extinguish the fire.

8:30AM: The fire is successfully extinguished.

9:00AM: Police begin investigations & interviewing any witnesses to the scene while EMS takes victims to The Vale to be treated. Firefighters start to clear debris to look for any survivors.

11:30AM: Police close investigations on the accident on the Houndstitch fire. Officers still remain on scene to keep citizens away from the church.

6:00PM: Firefighters finish their excavation of the church. Survivors have been rescued all afternoon and brought to The Vale for hospitalization.

10:00PM - 5:00AM: Trespassers begin to explore the ruins of the church.

9/15 | THE AFTERMATH.

4:00AM: The church’s financial records have been mysteriously leaked to the public. It becomes evidently clear that VELVET HOLDINGS CORP. has made a large donation a few weeks prior to the burning,

10:00AM: There is a count done, and it is found that some 20 orphans have disappeared; nowhere to be found after the fire.

6:30PM: City Hall releases an official statement in regards to the fire, confirming that the incident was an accident and that no further investigations will be conducted.

Happy event day all! It’s not an RP without a little more drama, and a little mystery to go with it - if you have any questions or require assistance during this event, please feel free to let us know - otherwise, happy writing!