#tw: Christianity

[thepinkseat-askthemoonbunny]

So many people use that one (most likely mistranslated) Bible verse to condemn queerness that they forget this one:

Romans 13:10: Love does no wrong to a neighbor; therefore love is the fulfilling of the law.

[zoesshortstories]

The Party (Fancy Pants chapter one)

Words: 2.3k

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x actress!fem!oc Ava Radmall

Thanks to Cam, Paige and Ava meet and have an instant connection. Slow burn and rising tension, mutual pining but idiots who won't admit feelings.

TW: discussion of religion (Christianity)

Paige

I answer the knock at the door since Cam is busy with other hostess duties. It’s 8:15 pm and her house and yard is already bustling with people. Her holiday parties are always a hit. 

On the other side is a woman with big beautiful brown eyes and long swooping brown hair partially held back in a clip. Her face is practically glowing in the light, but I’m sure she’d look angelic in the dark too. 

“Hi, I’m Ava” she says and reveals almost perfectly straight and white teeth with a smile. She reaches her right hand out to shake mine. It makes my fingertips buzz. 

“I’m Paige.” I muster and return her smile, coming to my senses. I step to the side so she can come in and try not to stare as she slips off her big black scarf shawl to reveal that her long red longsleeve dress she’s wearing has an open back. I can’t help that my eyes linger on the curve of her spine that practically points down to the way the fabric gracefully gathers at her hips before flowing to her ankles. 

She must notice me staring because she says, “It’s from Reformation.” 

“Uh, what?” I say, feeling caught in the act.

“My dress, silly.” She says with a smile and then Cam comes up to hug her from behind. Cam is still a good height taller than her despite Ava’s sleek black heels. 

“Ugh it’s so good to see you!” Cam squeals when she releases Ava from her grasp. 

“Oh my gosh I know! I’m so glad I made it back from Montana in time. It was snowing so bad that when they delayed my flight I thought they were gonna cancel it and I was so worried!” 

She goes to hug Cam again and they sway back and forth. 

Eventually Cam seems to remember I’m here too and introduces us, despite remarking it looks like we’ve already met. 

“We were roommates at Stanford,” Cam mentions. That helps me bridge the gap as to why the Ava Radmall was here. An on the rise star currently in the middle of her huge rise to fame. I don’t know how she has enough hours in a day or days in a year to be the love interest in the next Marvel movie and the funniest character in the latest season of Wednesday. Not that I was paying too much attention to what she was doing, it’s just hard not to hear her name thrown around. 

“You already know Paige’s a rookie on the team, but come and I’ll introduce you to the rest of them out back!” Cam exclaims and they walk through the party arm in arm. I decide to walk behind them. 

We reach her backyard with the pool and the high top standing tables. Ava gracefully shakes everyone’s hand and then Cam points her to the open bar. 

“I’ll have a dirty Shirley, please.” She asks the bartender as I stand next to her. 

“Ooh make that two please.” I add. “Another dirty Shirley fan, that’s kind of rare.” 

“Yeah well I had a 24-48 rule and Cam’s season didn’t align with mine so I figured why not just add alcohol to my go-to?” 

“Oh what sport did you play?” I ask. This makes her even more interesting. An athlete? 

“Soccer. Midfield.” She answers as our drinks are placed. We thank the bartender and head back to the team, continuing our small talk. 

Ava

When I step into the kitchen to pour myself a glass of water (and maybe to check out the snacks Cam didn’t put out for the party), I can feel Paige following behind me.

It brought me this warm feeling. I’m excited to talk to her again, especially outside of the group setting. There’s something about her that I can’t put my finger on but that’s so compelling to me. 

“I like your necklace,” she nods towards the pearly white cross outlined in shiny gold that has hung from my neck everyday since my mom gave me the it when I was sixteen. Some days I wore it more for her than for its meaning. 

Then I get to watch unabashedly as her slender fingers dip into her crisp white dress shirt. She pulls out a plain silver cross of her own to show me, like it’s our little secret. 

“How long have you been a Christian?” She asks, looking like she’s burning this memory into her brain. 

“I was raised Presbyterian but had a bit of a hard time in high school before coming back to it.” I responded. The alcohol flowing through my veins seemed to have made me extra talkative since I normally wouldn’t even say that much to someone I just met. It took me two years to tell Cam that and we were roommates practically glued to the hip. 

Paige doesn’t say anything but her face looks like she understands. Before my mind convinces me not to, I open my mouth to speak again. 

“Can you keep a secret?” I ask and she says yes both quietly and with her full chest. We both lean slightly closer and I drop my voice. “Well it’s not really a secret, most real people in my life know, but I’m not like out out. But I’m not really in either. So just like please don’t go running right to the media about it.” 

Her blue eyes bore into mine and she crosses her heart, zips her lips, and throws the key behind her back. The gesture of it all makes me giggle.

For some reason it makes me suddenly shy about telling her my “secret.” I take a sip of my drink. She quirks her eyebrow asking if I’m going to just finally tell her. 

“I’m gay or something,” I say and wave my hands around.

“Or something?” 

“Not really or something, I’m just gay got nervous.”

She laughs. The sound does something to me that’s more intoxicating than any drink a bartender could make.

“Well can I tell you a secret that’s also not really a secret?” 

I nod.

“I’m gay too.” 

For some reason when she says this it makes me smile. She’s trying to ease my nerves and relate. Although she hasn’t spoken on it publicly, it definitely did not seem like a secret. Especially considering how hot she looked in her dress shirt and navy pants, it would be a shame if she wasn’t at least a little bit gay. 

For another (maybe related) reason it makes my whole body feel warmer than it normally does when I drink. It’s like my Asian flush acting double.

“And what about your faith?” I ask. Now it’s her turn to take a sip of her own drink, but she finds it empty and I don’t stop her when she reaches for mine. I’m either way past my limit or there’s something about Paige that’s knocking all my walls down. I don’t want to tell her my classic charming stories, I want to tell her the truth.

“Also raised in the church.” She nods her head down but brings her eyes back up to you. “Never had a problem with my faith and sexuality though. I pretty much knew I liked women since I knew what a woman was.” 

“How?” I ask. 

“How did I know I was gay?” She asks, although it’s clear she knows what I’m asking about. I purse my lips and she leans back from the counter to hold her hands up in fake surrender. “Aight I’m just playing. My parents probably knew before I did but definitely before I told them, and I think because of that they were always very strong on teaching me my faith is between me and God and that He made me in His image as His child just the way I am.” 

“That’s beautiful, Paige.” I say and my eyes start to feel a little more teary than when our conversation started. 

“You alright, Ma?” She asks and places a warm hand on my shoulder, her pinky finger falling off the fabric of my dress and making contact with my skin. Her hand is warm and yet it still sends a shiver through my body that I try my best to resist.

“Oh yeah sorry that’s embarrassing,” I gush. “I think it’s just a sign I’m reaching the end of my night.” 

I place my glass in the sink and make my way towards the hidden stairwell in the side of the kitchen. 

“Where are you going, Ava?” Paige asks and I turn on the second step to look at her. 

“I always crash in Cam’s guest room after these parties.” I notice the crinkle in Paige’s brow this seems to cause so I keep going. “don’t worry I always do this so she knows, we like to debrief in the morning. What’s a night out without a roomie debrief?” 

“No it’s not that, it’s just I thought I was staying in her guest room.” 

I pause for a second before turning back to the stairs. “Don’t worry, I’m not a cuddler.” I tell her and continue unbothered on my way. 

Paige

When Cam knocks on the door the next morning I feel like she’s hitting me directly in the head. I roll back over and ignore it, glad we’re in the off season.

But when the door opens I hear the covers shift next to me as someone sits up. 

Ava. 

I fully lean into this whole fake sleeping thing as I eavesdrop on their conversation. But some nagging questions are coming back to me. Did I sleep with Ava Radmall? In Cameron’s guest room? At her holiday party? No. I must have more class than that, right? And I sure hope I would remember if that ever did happen.

“So are you gonna let me in bed so we can debrief?” Cam asks. 

“Just a second let me sit up.” Ava says and I hear her yawn. “Wait a second. If you’re wearing your Sparks sweatshirt, then whose am I wearing?” 

So that’s where my sweatshirt went. I had come back a few hours later than Ava had and patted down the armchair I thought I tossed it on but couldn’t find it. I was drunk enough to leave it to the morning, I guess. 

Cam gasps and I can only imagine her eyes going wide with it. 

“Paige!” 

“Huh?” I mumble and turn over to face them. 

Somehow this sends Cam into a fit of laughter and she’s leaning her hands against her knees with tears in her eyes before she speaks again. 

“I totally forgot that I said you could stay in my guest room and that Ava was coming! I’m so sorry guys,” she says. 

Ava pokes me in the arm. “Scoot over so Cam can cuddle up for the debrief.” She commands and so I listen. 

She props her pillow against the headboard and sits up, lifting up the comforter so Cam can get in too. I scoot to the edge and turn on my stomach to face them, remaining horizontal. 

I let the two of them chit chat away about Cam’s last few weeks of off season and her wedding planning, followed by Ava’s two weeks shooting in Montana and her plans for flying her mom out here for Christmas. Then they get around to debriefing what happened at the party. At multiple points in Cam’s story about one of her fiancé’s friends jumping fully clothed into the pool, Ava’s jaw drops. At the punchline she throws her head back and lets out a deep belly laugh that gets Cam laughing too. 

I smile at the sight of Ava and her laugh instead of laughing at Cam’s story that I wasn’t listening to in the first place. In the morning LA light her hair looks more golden bronze than the brown it was last night. It’s barely messed up from sleeping because she didn’t move once. Her bare skin was bright without her makeup, and I could see the tiny marks on her face that only made it more interesting. I want to memorize them. Then she tucks her hair behind her ears, exposing her neck, and against my better judgement I allow myself to imagine the sweet taste of her skin and what it would be like if she let me leave a mark. 

Ava leans into Cam’s shoulder and sighs. 

“I missed you. We need to hang out more.” 

“I so agree.” Cam says. “It’s both terrible and great we tend to be busy at the same time.”

“I’m pretty free in January. Not even press outside of LA.” Ava says and Cam seems to squeal again. 

“I better get back,” She says and peels out from under the covers. Cam starts talking to me as I try not to look at Ava’s pretty long legs as she looks for her dress on the ground. Her black seamless underwear has lacy sides that hug her hips just right. It looks so effortless, because of course Ava Radmall would look so fucking fantastic in her underwear, but I have this sneaking suspicion she worked to find the fit because it’s almost too good. 

She finds the dress and pulls it over her hips and then up under the sweatshirt, which she tosses off and onto me. 

Then the three of us make our way downstairs, hug Cam goodbye, and make our ways to our cars parked next to each other somehow on the curb. 

“Hey, thanks for letting me borrow your sweatshirt. And sorry for borrowing your sweatshirt.” Ava says as she opens the door, standing in the crease. I unlock my own car and turn to her.

“Hey anytime. See ya around, Ava.” 

“Goodbye, Paige.” 

[oceanamethyst]

god created the day and night. the day turns to night; the night turns to day. there's dusk and dawn. satan did not create dusk, dawn. satan did not create the day turning into the night, or the night turning into day, god did. and god saw everything, and he said it was beautiful.

same applies to lgbtq+

(if you are not religious, this post is not for you. please just ignore this.)

[vlovann]

People think Satanism is a “cult”, but don’t know that it’s one of the most humane, recognized religions you could be a part of in the USA. People think paganism, Hellenism, and Ásatrú are cults, but these practices religions are entirely nature-based and older than most Abrahamic religions.

Note how people calling anything other than Abrahamic religions a “cult” are usually Christians (I use as an umbrella term, I know they’re different, I don’t care in this context). And Christians who don’t respect and protect sex workers are not real Christians, Christians who wish ill or worse on queer people, indigenous people, disabled people and people of color are not real Christians. Because in the religion itself, it states that Jesus was chill with those people.

Don’t forget the erasure and reframing that went into feeding these ideas. Christianity wiped out so much information, so they could paint a negative picture. For all we know, what we know about Vikings could be a twisted lie. A lot of what we know comes from the people who did the erasing, who still do a lot of manipulation today.

Note how they’re not supposed to have temples or idols according to their own religion, but churches are more common than McDonald’s around every corner. That they have depictions of a corpse all around them and a false depiction of their “savior” in every painting where his skin doesn’t nearly match the shade it should be. That, religions and practices who have had temples for millennia, now have nowhere to go. Remember where “Christmas” really comes from. Christmas really should be in July because Jesus’ birthday is in the summer.

Jól is the true holiday of winter. Jól is NOT Christmas. It is Yule. One of the deities associated would be Óðinn and Villta Veiðin (the wild hunt). There is Jólakötturinn (the Yule Cat), Grýla and Jólasvenarnir (The Yule Lads and their mother). There is the Yule Log that you keep burning for the whole holiday (12 days long) in remembrance of the sun during the dark winter. There is the dried orange that represents the wheel of the year or the holiday calendar.

There is the pomegranate that represents the story of Hades and Persephone in Greek mythology.

Don’t even get me started on how there are entirely different ancient calendars for both of these regions that, geographically, make way more fucking sense than the Gregorian calendar. Each month with their own lost names and associations and holidays dedicated to their climate and gods.

Don’t get me started on reusing sacred runes (and letters of the Elder Futhark) and symbols meant for family, protection, luck and prosperity and the home to justify committing genocide.

If a group of people took my family and erased who they were, what they believed in, gave them to a priest to brainwash and do whatever or worse, killed them because they believed in “old” deities, I think I would want to start working with war deities too and pillage and plunder in the name of Freyja. What the Anglo-Saxons called raiding, the Norsefolk might have called Justice. What do you call the things people in power today make up about people just trying to live their lives in peace? This is no different.

As a polytheist, I believe Abrahamic religions are real to those who follow the way it was intended, especially about peace, but I choose not to believe in them. My positive energy will not serve them, I do not want to empower them any more than they already are. Even if some deities might be more sane than their “followers”. I will not associate with any of it. I cut contact with Jesus a long time ago and the only remnant of that part of my life is knowing he, the way he was, respects that and leaves me the hell alone.

Frankly, I cower in fear of no god, nor spirit, malicious or benevolent. Would I challenge them? Depends if they’re disrespectful or known to be. I do tell malicious presences to fuck off in their general direction cuz I don’t wanna deal with the bs. Do I disrespect them? Depends again if they’re disrespectful, but I do take note of deities who might be more serious in practice and who isn’t if I choose to follow them.

The real danger is a bigoted human and death follows the gathering of many because hate is their religion. The real danger is men; historically true for men, women, and queer people alike. Bigotry as a concept and the existence of rape in any category from anyone needs to be eradicated. Not a true, harmless identity or group of people.

[the-herdier]

If Daniil had a favorite Bible verse (and he does), it would be Psalm 23:4.

"Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me."

[watchmenanon]

Trivia: The palestinians christians are the most ancient christians in the whole world. Their ancestry can be traced back to 2000 years ago.

[cachien]

The thing about the current California wildfires, as someone whose field of study is literally natural disasters, is that people want so badly to blame someone and to believe humans can fix it. It's the dual thing: something this bad can't just be random chance, someone caused it, and something this bad needs a hero to save the day.

I've seen calls for the National Guard to come in. They're already there, actually. They can't do anything because the Palisades are running out of water to pull from hydrants.

I've seen calls for aircrafts to fly in and dump water on the fires, like they have in the past. They haven't been able to do that because the Santa Ana wind currents have reached hurricane-level windspeeds at flying altitude, getting up to 99 mph. If you fly a plane into that, particularly the kind that drops water and at the elevation those planes fly, the planes will get blasted out of the sky and take the pilots with them.

I've seen people say it's God punishing the democrats. Sure, great idea, but if you believe in the Christian God, He sent His only son to pay for the sins of mankind and stopped inflicting natural disasters on people he disagreed with. That was, like, the whole religion.

I've seen people blame the politicians. Governor Newsom rejected millions of gallons of water. The damn democrats in office enacted all these policies to restrict drinking water access from poor people so that rich farmers can use it all. Both of those statements are spun to a certain political bias and also reference far more nuanced issues than can be summed in a single sentence.

But the fact is this: California's ecosystem is built for annual controlled burns that don't happen and the Santa Ana winds are an annual phenomenon. It's rare that the fires and the Santa Anas collide, but this year they did. And we don't have protocol in place for that. California doesn't have the resources for that. The US responded like this with Hurricane Helene, too- the Dems control the weather and sent the hurricane to wipe out the red states before the election; the good guy national guard will be there soon to help people, the government is handing out money to survivors, the evil government is denying survivors' applications for aid, it's all a conspiracy!

And a lot of it is anti-science conspiracy theory-obsessed MAGA brainrot but even well-meaning right-wingers and left-wingers alike are completely ignorant to the glaring reality of the situation: we're facing the impacts of decades of anthropogenic climate change and we can't save ourselves from it. There are no heroes here and there is no greater power to explain it. The best we can do is try not to let it get worse and to respond to these situations with empathy.

[thevioletscout]

The world's athirst; now let it drink!

I went into a field of flowers, whose petals are whiter than snow and whose hearts are pure gold...

------------------------------------------------------

A few days ago my friends and I began our playthrough of the classic Call of Cthulhu scenario, Tell Me, Have You Seen The Yellow Sign.

In our story, a musician named Louie Jefferson (played by @atorchzagreusandtris) is contacted by an old friend, Pastor Lester Matthews, to accompany his 19 year old daughter Sibyl (played by me!) to New Orleans for Mardi Gras. However this intended fun trip goes downhill fast when Sibyl spots what she thinks is an angel in the sky.

I won't go into further details to avoid spoiling the scenario for those who haven't played it. I also kindly ask for no spoilers in the notes of this post as we're splitting the scenario into multiple sessions and our investigators have only scratched the surface. It could actually take several months before we complete this adventure.

However during play our Keeper mentioned that there would be an Alice in Wonderland themed ball taking place on the day of Mardi Gras, so other people celebrating were likely going to follow suit in choosing themed costumes. As someone who adores anything Alice, this got me very excited and I instantly zeroed in on the best costume for Sibyl; the yellow dress from John Tenniel's colored illustrations for The Nursery "Alice." It was the perfect way to kill two birds with one stone regarding the scenario's themes, and it just looks adorable on Sibyl.

So I drew the dress in case I actually get to use said idea. I also took some inspiration from the Denial dress of Alice Asylum's concept art. Fuck you EA.

Pose was from figurosity, I also used stock photos to make the silhouettes in the background.

[gigglegirlhappy]

When I was twelve, I got sucked hard into the Undertale fandom, and it got to a point where it was all I drew for three years straight. I kept shipping myself with Mettaton, but I always envisioned the relationship as incredibly abusive. It got to a level where I was writing shitty disjointed fanfiction on loose sheets of paper about getting abused by Mettaton and how hot it was (I was twelve and living in a small Christian town where exploring anything relating to sexuality was very decidedly Not Okay, so nobody taught me how to do that in a healthy manner).

One day a teacher came up to me and told me I needed to stop drawing and writing about getting abused by Mettaton before tearing out all the drawings in my notebook that could be considered as not adhering to Christian values (mostly featuring Mettaton) while making me watch, and I cried so hard I threw up. This was my 9/11.

Anyways, here’s our fanchild I drew in 2017 send post.

[loveliestlovelygirl]

do you think you have to teach fallenangel!anakin anything about physical intimacy? does he even know how to kiss?

this is such a fun thought indy. thank you for the ask.

so my stance on this topic is... complicated? one of my main inspo sources for this au is actually this biblical scripture. genesis 6:4.

there were giants on the earth in those days, and also afterward, when the sons of God came in to the daughters of men and they bore children to them. Those were the mighty men who were of old, men of renown.

in some translations the giants are called nephilim which are actually offspring of angels and humans. sons of god refers to angels. and daughters of men refer to human women. its just interesting to me because this verse seems to refer to angels and humans having sex. i believe it was only permitted for a time canonically.

i think that we wouldn't have to teach him about intimacy. my anakin for this au is essentially lucifer. and for those of you who aren't familiar with biblical lore, he was supposedly a seraph and the most beautiful, intelligent, and wisest of all the angels before he fell. and because anakin is highly intelligent and of a high position in the angelic hierarchy that i have created, i think that he would be quite knowledgeable about the earthly creations because he's in direct contact with god or as i call him "the creator." he understand sex, how it works, the pleasure aspect and the emotional aspect.

in chapter one, i touched on his view of sex. he kinda sees it as simplistic and an animal act. his desire for the reader is deeper and more possessive. he's jealous that she loves the creator and worships him. anakin wants that same adoration from her. he wants to be treated like a god by her. fallen angel anakin would be good at physical intimacy, kissing, sex, etc. like really good. just because the knowledge of the human body and mind probably isn't anything special to him. and i think that he would be inclined to pursue the reader sexually because maybe he wants it and also he wants to possess her in every way he can because he wants her to desire him.

[poured-my-past-down-the-drain]

Character study — Tommy McCraft

My adaption of Tommy for this blog, at least <3

So, obviously. Like with any character, there are base elements that are hard to separate before the character becomes… entirely different, right.

The baseline Tommy qualities that I always see in dsmp Tommy’s character is that he is loud and abrasive — usually just as a personality quirk, but also, as a defense mechanism later on. We’ll get back to that. His mouth moves faster than his brain, he wants to have fun, and he wants to be loved.

BACKGROUND

I touch on his childhood here, and it’s still how my Tommy was raised. Phil was distant but loving. He was a caring father but the immortality just made him not always take more ‘temporary’ problems seem important.

Tommy being sick, though, wasn’t a temporary problem.

He was a very ill child, often staying home. Spending his days watching movies, playing on a little handheld game system, and reading about animals. He’d always loved animals.

He’d get clingy and fussy with his brothers once they’d get home, and latched hard onto Tubbo as his best friend from the very beginning. He and Wilbur were especially close. Wilbur would be the one who most often cuddled him to sleep, who he showed off his projects to, who enabled his trinket-collecting. Wilbur was his person. He didn’t really know life without the promise that if Wilbur wasn’t around, he would be around soon.

It led to some separation anxiety when Wilbur inevitably did, as teenagers do, began drifting away slightly. Never far. The separation anxiety went both ways. But it was enough to notice, especially once Tommy got well enough he could start going to school on a regular basis.

Tommy enjoyed being social, of course. He liked getting to see Tubbo outside of just their homes. But he struggled with his classes and he constantly missed Wilbur. It would feel like ants under his skin if he was too far away for too long. Even up into middle school, he would insist on cuddling with his brother in the evenings.

Which made summer camp hard. Well, summer camp was hard for… multiple reasons, but one big one was being so far away from Wilbur. Phil had said it would do them some good, and that the people watching Tommy would be very nice. Maybe he’d meet some new friends!

(Phil hadn’t known that it was a conversion camp. Just wanted somewhere for Tommy to stay for a month and a half. And Tommy surely did make some… friends… at camp.)

When Tommy hit high school, though — is when we hit the events of the SMP. Tommy would follow Wilbur to the ends of the earth, after all.

Tommy was thrilled at first, of course. Getting to spend his days with his brother, his person, surrounded by a forest full of animals. But as we know that isn’t how it stayed.

How I imagine it, the events of dsmp take place over, give or take, three years. Tommy celebrated his sixteenth as part of the L’manburg soldiers during war. His seventeenth in exile. And, as we see on the blog — his eighteenth in Las Nevadas.

EXILE

In Logsteadshire, Tommy was the most alone he’s ever been.

His best friend had sentenced him to exile. He was without his brother, whose absence felt like the loss of a lung. The only guest he ever got was the what lingered of Wilbur McCraft’s spirit; and the ghost lacked the awareness of what Tommy was going through at that time.

Dream.

Exile was equal parts too much and not enough of Dream’s company.

Tommy needed Dream around. He wanted the presence of another living, breathing person so bad. Ghostbur visited but Ghostbur was cold. Dream was flesh and warm blood, and Tommy had never lived alone before, always surrounded by those who loved him.

And maybe Dream did love him. Maybe he did care about him, in some twisted way. But if he did, his love hurt Tommy.

Dream had so many rules, and Tommy was not allowed to take notes. He couldn’t leave, of course. If he even wandered too far from his home he would be hunted like a deer through the woods. He couldn’t keep items a secret, because secrets led to more secrets, and Dream hated secrets.

Dream wanted Tommy reliant on him. In the birthday post, a bit of the abuse tactics are detailed. Most notably, Dream would feed him wither roses. Withholding things Tommy wanted (food, affection, gifts, shiny things) unless he finished his ‘meal’ that would drain him of any energy that could be used to leave.

Tommy, once, still tried to run away. With his brain full of fuzz and muscles working against him from the roses, he still tried to run, beg for Tubbo to let him back into his life.

If you have been following, you may be aware that Tommy has a prosthetic. This mistake was how he lost that leg. He never made it to L’manburg that night.

Now, I have also touched a little on Tommy’s religious trauma in posts. It certainly didn’t help to be stuck in exile with somebody with a god complex, who demanded to be prayed to, who put it into Tommy’s head that everything he has, had, and will have — Dream allowed him to have. Who broke Tommy’s Prime talisman and called so many mistakes ‘sins’.

This is also why, when referred to, Tommy refers to Dream with capitalized “Him.”

WILBUR’S REVIVAL

When Wilbur was revived, Tommy was no longer in exile.

Tommy himself had been revived, too, now. He’d died at the hands of someone who he believed as a friend, and brought back as a power play.

He was broken and hurt and sad and wanted to get better, he wanted so badly.

Then Wilbur was allowed back.

Dream allowed Wilbur to come back. Just as he had allowed Tommy to come back.

The two became very, very codependent — more than they had been before. Tommy hiccuped and clawed at the walls if he was in a different room. Wilbur would get fussy if Tommy wandered a few feet too far, even if he was still in his line of sight. (Think the ‘by my side, by my side’ from the vod where Tommy and Wilbur take their first tour of Las Nevadas)

Just as they started, they were inseparable. But Wilbur was… different now.

Tommy had learned to make himself smaller and Wilbur was full of fissures and cracks, now. If it meant keeping each other close, nearby, safe, even if it meant they weren’t always happy — it was not a healthy dynamic, but they were willing to make those sacrifices.

Anything to not be alone again. Anything, anything.

USEFUL TAGS

Now, as much as I would like to delve into every single detail — this is… already taking much, much longer than I intended :(

So!! Some useful tags for more information that may not have made the cut <3 I do intend to start, or maybe even go back? And tag certain ‘arcs’ or asks that involve certain backstory, so they’re easier to find. Please note that these can change, and I may add or remove tags, depending on what the future of the blog may fill the custom-tags with. For example, if we got a Phil or a Techno blog, their tags would get full much faster! So they’d need a new tag for that background information.

#mentions dream

#mentions phil

#mentions techno

#mentions kristin

#mentions glatt

#tw: christianity

#long form responses

DETAILS

Again, please note that these may be added to over time <3 this post will be linked on my intro post, so I promise it’ll be easy to find again :)

- “How does Tommy feel about Ossium?”

Oh, he LOVES that horse!! He loves so many animals, of course, but Ossium is especially very important to Tommy. He loves Quackity dearly. He loves any of Quackity’s pets, but Ossium is tied to so much of Quackity’s past — many of which, both Q and Tom were suffering in their own ways.

The fact that Quackity loves Ossium already means Tommy treats it like royalty. But Ossium also was a familiar sight in many stages of Tommy’s life during the DSMP story. A pillar, something to remind Tommy to stay in his own skin. Because if Ossium was around, so was Quackity. And Quackity had shown time and time again how survival and recovery is not always linear.

Quackity with a heart too big for his chest, and Tommy who had been taught to take up minimal space.

And a big fuckoff horse made of bones, just as alive as they were.

- “If Tommy WERE a hybrid of some kind, what would he be?”

I have been thinking about this for a WHILE actually!!!

There is the obvious avian, similar to that of Origins. If Tommy were an avian, my go-to is a hummingbird. Lots of energy, pollinators, fond of sweet and fruity things. Usually with red and bronze and copper wings — it’s actually why his intro post has copper wire and all those orangey colors 🥰 I had intended to have Hummingbird Tom when I started, but got distracted and never implemented it.

One of my recent thoughts bouncing around my head, though, is a shapeshifter :) I’ve been liking it a lot. Something about change symbolism, something about wanting to be just like his heroes.

Plus, it has a lot of potential for both pranks on his end — and angst on ours. Like if at his loneliest, he would shift to sound or look like someone he loved and missed, and pretend to hold a conversation with them to be less “alone.” Chattering to himself in Wilbur’s voice, running his hands along horns that weren’t his own, or hiding under big wings of shadow to block out the world, pretend he was back at his childhood home.

Or, you know. On a happier note, little elementary-age Tom trying to give himself a raccoon tail to look like Tom Nook.

This is one I am considering implementing into the blog — but I’m not sure yet 🤔 it is a shared universe after all, and would be a big decision to make without communication. Oh well. We’ll see <3

- “What are Tommy's three favorite things about Wilbur (can be physical, personality, things Tom associates with him, etc) and Tommy's three least favorite things about Wilbur?”

Well, Tommy the thing is. The same things that he loves can become what he hates about Wilbur and vice versa. Just depends on how they’re feeling or if they’ve had a fight.

In general, though, he loves how guitars always make him think of Wilbur now. He loves how heavy Wilbur’s coat is, and the few times he gets to wear it, he can pretend to be stronger than he feels. Most of all though, he loves how for better or worse, hugging Wilbur feels like coming home.

On the other side, he hates how stifling and how hard it is to get Wilbur to treat him like a person when Wilbur gets too in his head. He hates how he feels like he has to scream to be heard sometimes, and even then — still gets treated like a baby.

And he hates how much he misses him when he’s gone. How he knows how awful they are for each other, and still, he feels like he’s drowning without him.

- “What is Tommy’s least favorite thing about Quackity?”

Quackity can get tunnel vision when he has a goal. It isn’t always a bad thing, of course, especially when it means such amazing results as Las Nevadas. But it does get Tom to worry, and as a result, a bit more clingy.

- “Does Tommy have secrets he hasn’t told Wilbur?”

Oh, a lot. There’s so much he hasn’t divulged about Logsteadshire to Wilbur, of course, but also. A lot of L’manburg, Tom wasn’t exactly in it for the country. He was in it so that Wilbur could have something that was his, not Phil’s. That Wilbur could live for.

Tommy learned to love L’manburg over time, but it started just because he wanted his sister to be happy. Once he started seeing how obsessive Wilbur was over it, though, he began to regret that decision.

And felt awful about it, thinking that he was being selfish.

And, also, he is the one who keeps reverse-pickpocketing buttons and acorns and paper stars into Wilbur’s pockets. Have a sad secret and a wholesome one <3

[john-gosh-darnielle]

change and decay in all around I see

o thou who changest not, abide with me

[bugscufflebi]

Being a Christian and not accepting lgbtqia+ identity doesn’t work for me as a Christian because even though I personally think that because being queer is something you’re born with and ergo something God made you with it’s not a sin. But more importantly than that,even if it is the point is accepting that none of us are good enough meet the bar for a place in the kingdom and Jesus Christ died for our sins equally so those who accepted him could spend eternity in it. Accepting that you can never be perfect like Jesus and will sin for the rest of your life is a standard topic to be covered in most Baptist and nondenominational churches (my main experiences). And I know plenty of devout Christians who’ve had lifelong battles with the same sin of “sexual immorality”. Which brings me to the point that perhaps it is not being queer specifically which is the sin, but that instead God is just so absolutely disgusted by all the freaky ass shit humans get off to🤷🏻‍♀️ and honestly I don’t blame him, we’re weird-myself included 🫣 and if I had to spend all this time being everywhere all at once and seeing all the depraved ass shit we do to get off like yeah I’d be put off I think. But I’m not going to let people push me out of my own faith anymore. I’m here I’m Queer and Jesus loves me too.

Tl;dr I’m not going to Hell for having a girlfriend anymore than anyone who has ever regretted what they got off to.

[atla-what-is-this-site]

that feeling when you're talking to new people and you get taht irrational, gripping anxiety of "theyre going to hate me and crucify me like Jesus"

[darkosomatsuconfessions]

I haven't done a hc in a LONG time so here we go 😼

This isn't really for the actual universe but rather the Akuma Rider au but I feel like all six of them would give random children toys

If you're wondering why this is cause this is based off some random TikTok Christian that said children's toys were made by the devil 😭 so I feel like they'd do that just out of spite

Also look at this keychain my friend got me ^_^

.

[thevioletscout]

N A H U M 3 : 6

God loves you, but not enough to save you So, baby girl, good luck taking care of yourself

------------------------------------------------------

More clearing out my drafts while I'm working on other things, and this time I got some religious horror art of my girl Sibyl.

Since there's not much to specify here, I'm going to tag both of the stuff I use her for.

Art was based on this photo I found on pinterest.