#unvented

[brinnanza]

sometimes i like to research the treatment protocols for my various Issues and Problems and it is always very gratifying to find psychiatrists recommend something I am already doing today's rabbit hole was alexithymia because it's very much a the top fell off of the sprinkles container and now my bowl is all sprinkles at the autism sundae bar and it turns out the thing they're doing for that is basically just thinking about how you feel about stuff and practicing untangling it so you can do it faster on the fly and lo and behold that is precisely what my weed fueled self therapy sessions have been about lately

[liliallowed]

you guys are so sweet :,)

yeah... .y brain sorta functions like a train... when it's working it's burning through coal constantly coming up with ideas, draw, write idea write!

then I run out of coal... and derail...

takes about a whole month for me to get my brain properly into that "rail" again.

this also goes for studying and everything else I do... I just always come to a place where I just... run out of steam...

not sure if it's depression, I hate calling it depression. but every year this cycle repeats...

it's okay I'm used to it. I'm just at the declining mental health part of the year where all the soreness catches up to me...

why don't I conserve coal? brain ain't built that way lol. believe me I've TRIED. I've tried not over thinking.

I've tried not thinking.

it's harder than it looks.

my train has no breaks. it's either full speed ahead or completely still.

right now I'm recharging...

and these comments really make me feel better. thank you:)

[witheredoffherwitch]

Well, I figured that a 5-day break from Tumblr would be an easy task...HA! Yeah, no. I can't even check my messages, mentions or see my own replies - life is bleak and hollow! 🥺😕

I saw one sweet discourse and all the juicy drama was calling out to me, but alas it's all for naught now! 😔 If anyone has an Aemond edit with a dash of Bolshevik flair, do share it with me - my sanity depends on it! 🫶

[rainbowlemonslices]

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we cannot donate, but can share

[mimeo-tan]

kay i do feel a little better i think. rehydrated primarily that was something we really failed to account for. fuuuuck summer

[tapronlimited]

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[ravenquingvax]

nothing like tea, toast and talking to your boyfriend after a mini meltdown in the morning

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[myriad-rainbows]

Movie about information professionals who have ghosts in their database wreaking havoc on the Boolean searches

They have to get an XOR-cism

[tally-vi]

cant find the post i’m thinking of so i’m making it myself

those events where it’s gut wrenching traumatizing and your world is ending and everything makes you want to scream and cry and it feels endless and like the pain goes on forever. but then one day you wake up and it’s all in The Past now and it’s just a scar on your soul and everything is changed and life goes on. idk what the mood of this is but it sure is one

anyway things get better i promise send post

[littlefireball]

can you do a fic with Ateez Seonghwa x virgin reader? Where she never even touched herself, never orgasmed or squirted so Seognwha does all that and they go the full way but she bleeds when he goes in but mother seognwha knows what to say to push her through and get her to the pleasure. From their she squirts on him while he goes rough?

🐈‍⬛

I add some settings on it (⁠ʘ⁠ᴗ⁠ʘ⁠✿⁠) hope you like it

ꜱʜ|ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ, ꜱᴡᴇᴀᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴇᴀʀꜱ (ᴀ/ᴍ)

ꜰᴀᴋᴇ ɢᴏᴅ ꜱᴇᴏɴɢʜᴡᴀ x ꜱᴀᴄʀɪꜰɪᴄɪᴀʟ ᴏꜰꜰᴇʀɪɴɢ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: ʟᴏɴɢ ꜱᴍᴜᴛ|ᴍᴏᴍᴍʏ ꜱᴇᴏɴɢʜᴡᴀ|ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴᴇᴅ ᴏꜰ ʀᴇʟɪɢɪᴏᴜꜱ, ʙʟᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ|ᴜɴᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ꜱᴇx|ꜰɪɴɢᴇʀɪɴɢ|ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 3.2ᴋ

In a secluded and desolate village, an inexplicable prosperity has taken root, defying all logic and expectations. The villagers attribute this miraculous transformation to the blessing of a mysterious deity, whose influence has brought life back to the barren land.

However, this prosperity comes at a grim cost - the sacrifice of an 18-year-old virgin every hundred years. The purity and sincerity of the sacrifice are believed to prolong the village's prosperity, as decreed by the deity worshipped by the villagers.

For unmarried women like you, reaching the age of eighteen brings a looming nightmare rather than the promise of adulthood. From a young age, you've witnessed your younger brother bask in the favor and attention of your family, while you remained in the shadows, neglected and unappreciated.

To your parents, you are merely a pawn in their pursuit of wealth. If you marry into a prosperous family before turning eighteen, it's deemed a success; but if you remain unmarried, you are destined to be the sacrificial offering.

Growing up devoid of love, surrounded by loneliness and ignorance, you've struggled against the unfair expectations placed upon you. Despite your efforts to resist, you were met with scolding and mistreatment, leaving you isolated and unheard.

One day, as your entitled brother demanded your servitude, you felt a surge of resentment at his audacity. Reluctantly complying with his demands, you couldn't shake the bitterness that had taken root within you.

Confronting him about his reckless behavior with the family's money, you were met with denial and deflection. Your parents, quick to defend your brother, silenced your attempts to speak up, leaving you feeling betrayed and abandoned.

As you were confined to the cabin, awaiting the inevitable sacrifice on your eighteenth birthday, the weight of injustice and abandonment pressed heavily upon you. The darkness surrounding you mirrored the bitterness that had seeped into your soul, a stark contrast to the prosperity that had come at such a high price.

As the days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, laughter still echoed through the halls of your home. They looked forward to the moment you die as it meant they could live a new, prosperous life.

Their words only served to fuel the fire of resentment burning within you but you could do nothing.

You often wondered what your fate would be, knowing that the day of sacrifice loomed closer with each passing sunrise. The thought of being offered up to appease the deity, to maintain the facade of prosperity, filled you with a mix of fear and defiance.

—--

Night fell, casting a cloak of shadows over the altar as the ritual neared its zenith.

"Let us offer our gratitude to the Y/L/N family for their generous contribution!" The priest's voice boomed, the family members standing by, basking in the adulation of others, oblivious to their true nature.

Their affections lay with money and their son, not with you.

"Their daughter shall shape our destiny!" The air was heavy with incense and the eerie chants of the priests, their ominous words sending shivers down your spine.

You knelt at the heart of the altar, adorned in lavish garments but devoid of any semblance of joy. Seeing them pretending vaguely, a surge of resentment welled up in your heart. The unvented anger transformed into tears, cascading down your cheeks and saturating the eye mask, yet no one took notice. Memories of the past raced through your mind as the priest drew near; jealousy, anger, sadness, all negative emotions flooding your thoughts.

You felt yourself unraveling, the echoing laughter pushing you towards the brink of collapse. Desperate to block out the sound, you reached for your ears, only to find yourself restrained; yearning to break free, yet bound by invisible chains.

The priest's approach felt ominous, a foreboding presence signaling impending doom. You shook your head in denial, attempting to resist his advance, but the relentless footsteps shattered your resolve. You didn't want to die, there were still so many unfinished tasks; you didn't want them to prosper, to lead a life of luxury… What you craved was vengeance.

“Offer yourself to our God!”

“No! I refuse to meet my end like this!”

“There is no escape, child! Your destiny is to be a sacrifice! It is your duty!”

“NO! Even in death, I will not let you win! I will not make it easy for you!”

“What nonsense is this?!” “Just end her life!!”

With a swift motion, he thrust a sword towards your heart, invoking the deity's power.

But instead of searing pain and spilled blood, darkness enveloped you, wrapping you in an eerie silence.

Panting heavily, you realized you were not hurt. Unable to see anything as you were blindfolded, you could only follow the sound.

"Let me see this year's sacrifice," a voice echoed through the church, accompanied by the slow approach of footsteps, causing your heartbeat to speed up because of nervousness.

As the figure drew closer, Seonghwa knelt before you, lifting your chin to gaze upon your graceful form draped in black sheer fabric.

"It seems good, huh? But your resentment is the strongest among all the sacrifices I've seen," he murmured, his thumb tracing your lower lip and cheek, sending a shiver down your spine. Nervously, you swallowed saliva and made a barely audible sound.

“Don’t want to be mine? That’s nice, you know?” His gaze shifted from your trembling throat to your chest, where the metal bra accentuated your ample bosom. The sheer fabric did little to quell his burning desire. He leaned in and planted a kiss on your chest. This sudden act made you recoil slightly, unable to find a word.

“You hate me, huh?” Again, you swallowed nervously but did not dare to answer. Hate him? Maybe? Were it not for his presence, you would not have been chosen as a sacrifice. But, it was your so-called family members who did evil things. This was a simple question but you didn’t know how to answer it.

"Speak, girl. I hate it when others don’t answer my questions," he demanded in displeasure. Although you couldn’t see his face, you could still feel his anger.

"I… I apologize," you stuttered, fear gripping you and preventing you from relaxing. Seonghwa smirked, relishing in the feeling of others obeying his commands.

“So, what’s your answer?”

“I…hate…I hate them all.” He raised his eyebrows and said provocatively, “So, it's because of me that you hate them. Am I right, girl?”

“I…” You found yourself momentarily struck silent by fear. But upon reflection, you realized there was nothing left to fear - you were already deceased, after all.

“Yes.” After a deep breath, you found the courage to speak. “If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have been chosen as a sacrifice, and I wouldn't be… disliked.” Your unexpected response caught him off guard, as he had never encountered someone who didn't desire his attention.

Determined to sway your opinion, he sought to engage you further.

“What is your name, my dear?” His tone softened, coaxing you to reveal yourself. Surprisingly, he did not react with anger.

“Y…Y/N…”

"Y/N, a beautiful name," His voice, deep and alluring, stirred something within you.

"Relax, Y/N. Why the tension? Tonight, we shall indulge in my desires. But fret not, for it promises to be an enjoyable experience.”

His touch traced a path from your face, down your neck, shoulders, and arms. The cool sensation sent shivers down your spine, igniting a tingling warmth that spread through your body, eliciting a soft, hesitant sigh from you.

“And I’ll change your mind."

His gaze fell upon the handcuffs on your wrists, your delicate wrists trembling slightly, arousing his perverse desire for dominance. He whispered in your ear, his voice extremely seductive, licking and gently biting your earlobe, teasingly grazing your ear.

"Umm…" A shiver ran down your spine as an electric current coursed through your ear, and your body temperature raised, causing your cheeks to redden.

"You're really sensitive, aren't you?" He licked the back of your ear, the sound of his tongue against your skin stimulating your nerves, making you tremble; his lips gradually moved downwards, pecking at your collarbone, sucking on your fine skin, leaving faint red marks.

“Did you touch yourself before?”

“What is touch…?” Smiling, he held your hand while trailing down to your lower core, and slowly got closer to your clit.

“It feels good.” He guided your hand, his slender fingers stroking your clit with a gentle touch, slowly sunk down to your lower core. As both of your fingers entered your cunt, a tingling sensation spread through your body, eliciting soft moans of pleasure. Seonghwa's satisfied smile encouraged you to explore further.

"Come, fuck with me," he whispered. You felt a mix of excitement and curiosity as you pleasured yourself under his guidance. The sensation of his touch, combined with your own exploration, sent waves of pleasure through you.

His hands enveloped your back, the warmth of his touch seeping through the fabric, soothing your nerves. Your breath quickened, heart racing as he increased the intensity of his movements, his lips trailing kisses along your neck, drawing out soft whimpers of delight.

His velvety lips teased and tantalized your skin, his breath hot against your ear, igniting a fire within you. Your body instinctively responded, allowing him closer as his hands held you close, pulling you into his embrace.

A soft moan escaped your lips, spurring him on, his desire growing with each sound you made. Your body responded eagerly, the climax building within you, your walls tightening around your fingers, urging them deeper. It was so weird but exciting. You could tell there was something inside your body, as you touched it, a numb feeling surged throughout your body.

"You're doing so well, my dear," he praised, a blush rising to your cheeks at his words. “I’m gonna…oh gosh!” You shut your eyes tightly as the climax was about to take over you. “Cum, girl.”With a final, shy moan, you reached your peak, the pleasure overwhelming you.

"Such a good girl," he murmured, pressing a kiss to your cheek before withdrawing. A pang of emptiness lingered, but his question brought a spark of anticipation to your eyes.

"More?" he asked, lifting your chin and drawing you closer. With a nod and a shy smile, you whispered, "Yes, I want more."

"Good. All I can think about is how good you're going to taste." Before the words even finished, he pounced on you, the cold touch of the ground sending shivers down your spine. He reached for the buttons on the back of your neck, undressing you from the waist up, leaving your chest fully exposed.

He buried his head between your breasts, continuously sucking and licking. You keenly felt his tongue swirling around your nipple, causing a tingling sensation. The wet and warm feeling enveloped your left breast, while his hand gently squeezed and massaged your right breast, occasionally flicking the nipple with his thumb.

"Ah…" The stimulation on your body made you shyly moan, igniting his desire even more. He lifted his head and kissed your collarbone, sucking hard enough to leave marks on the skin that were no longer pale red but slightly darkened purple.

He admired his love bites while appreciating your beauty. "You're so fucking gorgeous." He growled like a wild animal against your chest, now it's time to unleash the beast inside him.

"Put your hands on your head. You can't put them down without my permission, understand?" You obeyed his command and raised your hands.

He removed all his clothing, kneeling completely naked in front of you, and pressed against your outer lips, occasionally grazing your hole. His erect member has been uncomfortably constrained by his tight pants for far too long.

“It may hurt a little bit. But it's gonna be fun, don’t worry.” He entered your cunt in one go, making you throw your head against the ground. His huge cock was much different from his fingers and tongue─that’s harder, longer, and thicker.

The intense pain was almost unbearable, as if your lower core was being torn apart. Blood flowed, wetting his thick cock and even dripping onto the floor. Your body burned like a flame, sweating all over your body.

"You're bleeding, babe. Does it hurt?" His voice was soft as silk, gently tugging at your heartstrings in a way no one ever had before.

"Yes… it hurts," you managed to reply through the discomfort. "Don't cry, just try to relax." He leaned in to place a tender kiss on your forehead, his simple gesture of concern bringing tears to your eyes. Despite the pain in your lower body, it felt like nothing compared to the past beatings you had endured.

He kissed you gently, offering comfort without any aggression. There were no bites, no invasion of tongues, just sweet and tender kisses. Your lips met softly, filled with warmth and affection. The pain slowly faded, replaced by a growing desire. You wanted him to move, to pleasure you with his gentleness.

"Please, my god," you whispered between kisses, causing him to pause. "I think I'm okay now."

"Tell me what you want, darling. Just say it," he encouraged.

"I want you to move, please," you requested, feeling a blush rise to your cheeks.

"Don't hate me now?" He chuckled at your reaction, finding you utterly adorable.

"Kidding," Before his lips met yours again and he began to thrust rhythmically. The pace was perfect, neither too rough nor too gentle.

"Ah, my god!" Every thrust hit the right spot inside you, eliciting a cascade of sensations. Your body responded by producing more moisture, adjusting to the feeling of his cock sliding in and out.

The warmth and wetness enveloped his cock, driving him to the edge of sanity. Combined with the sucking sensation, it was impossible for him to hold back.

"You're so tight, I can't handle fucking it." He wanted to fuck you as hard as possible, but not now. He needed you adjust first. He could see your past─what you have endured, how your so-called family treated you. Horrible memories invaded his mind, and although he wasn't frightened by them, he felt pity for you.

“oh my pretty.” He moved faster but not rough at all. His wet chest pressed against yours, letting you feel his strong muscles and physique. Oh shit, you loved this feeling so much, you felt so tiny under his frame. The pain you felt before has already disappeared far away and replaced by endless pleasure and lust.

Settling your legs around his waist, he entered deeper and you bent even more. He first pulled out a bit, and then pushed in fully, repeated over and over again. Every time he thrust deep, he couldn’t help but whimper as he saw how your chest shook from his movement.

“Moan for me, my doll.” You obeyed his words and moaned loudly, accompanied by the sound of skin slapping, forming a beautiful melody in Seonghwa 's ears. He pulled you up, making you sit on his thighs. Wrapping his arms around your waist, he thrust upward that made you throw your head.

Following his movement, you bounced in a slow pace. He trailed down to cup your ass cheeks to pull you closer. Your lips met again as he leaned down to kiss you. This kiss was like the breeze blowing through the petals, full of tenderness, giving you a numbness.

Seonghwa placed you back to the ground gently before turning you over. "Want me to be rough?" "Be rough with me, my god." In the momentary withdrawal, he turned you over directly, and once again entered from behind. His hands pressed against your waist, controlling the movement of your body back and forth, causing your breasts to violently shake.

“Ahh, please, keep going.” “Of course, my little whore.” He cupped your breast while squeezing your nipples and showered your nape with kisses. The scent of you fills his nostrils, very tempting.

He gradually lost control and snapped into your ass with only raw emotion. Sat up straight again to push himself even closer to your limit. He could feel his cock twitch every time he went deep and you moaned loudly. He was going to cum but he wanted you cum first. He needed it, needed to feel your warmth once again wrapped up his cock.

“Baby, I want you cum, cum for my cock. I need you.” His words and thrusting made you dizzy. Everything was overwhelming. You totally lost in the pleasure as he kept sinking down to hit your g spot.

“Hmmmm…Ahhh…please.” There was one more step to reach your climax. Seonghwa knew it as he slid down his hand to your clit. He continued to thrust while stroking, pushing you to climax.

The stimulation all over your body was like an electric current, which not only sent shivers down your spine, but also made the flame of desire in your body bursted out.

You found that the more you press down on your waist, the deeper his cock could go. Desire had already replaced your thinking. You lowered your body as much as possible and spread your legs so that you could reach climax as his arching member deep inside you.

“Your pussy feels amazing, you do that so well. Cum for me, babe.” ”Ah~my god~” You squirted with a high-pitched groan and Seonghwa came after a few thrusts. Your legs were shaking like a leaf and knees went weak. You fell to the ground, out of breath, your body having been drained of all your strength by lust.

“Are you okay, babe?” Seonghwa gently turned you over and took off your blindfold. The sudden light hitting your eyes made you very uncomfortable, but you quickly adapted. A handsome face came into view, and you could finally see Seonghwa 's appearance.

“I’m fine, my god.” He brushed your hair, gave you a loving smile and slowly picked you up before withdrawing from you. His hand trailed down to caress your lower core, full of his seeds. “Not hurt at all, hm?” You shook your head and replied to him with a smile. He chuckled at your smile, pulling you closer to rest on his shoulder.

“You’re mine now. No one will hurt you.” Seonghwa patted your head and pecked on it, making your tears welled up your eyes. Oh, maybe he was truly a god that loved his people…no, or I should say, his sacrifice. Who tells him love having sex so much?

But there was one thing he couldn't lie about. He was a little heartbroken when he found out about your past. At the very beginning, he thought that was only an illusion but his feelings toward you gradually changed. You seemed to be different from those girls he met.

-----

“Darling?" He called you darling every time because he found you liked this name.

“Yes, hwa?" You turned around to give him a peck.

“I killed all the people you hated. Did I do well?” He wrapped his arms around your waist while inhaling your scent. Your eyes widened a bit as you never expected that he would slaughter the whole village.

"You killed them...?"

"Yes, darling. I can do anything you want because I am your God."

[shoehedd]

On to the third member of the kt. I realised I'd also already done a mostly vanilla Theyn so this guy had to be a little weider. That's an AOS dwarf head there, because I'm very original. I bet you've never seen a LoV player do that huh? Something actually unventive was his power fist, which has one of the weird powered blades from an Einhyr on. You'd think that would be an easy switch but they're shaped different internally so it took some hollowing out. In retrospect I should have stuck to doing one or the other, I think he ended up my weakest model in the team.

Oh also his ass seam is lined with a gunpla marker as an experiment. I need a thinner one for my needs though tbh.

His colour is Gold

[patrochillesvibes]

Five Fic Friday

I haven't done one of these in a while. Here are some really excellent patrochilles fics 💕

I've been blossoming alone over you by onibi | E | 7.4k |

Achilles sleeps over a lot in Patroclus's new apartment, in his bed, and it's totally platonic and Achilles definitely feels normal about it.

Strange Armies in the Night by GloriaMundi | M | .6k |

Achilles has flashforward dreams of their future. A bittersweet scene.

Taming the beast by @gwensparlour | E | 2.6k |

Achilles, too jittery with unvented energy. And Patroclus, who luckily has the firm hand needed in similar circumstances. 🔥🌶️

green-eyed jealousy by bothsidesnow | M | 1k |

Briseis sees Achilles like a dragon, hoarding Patroclus like so much inanimate treasure.

you give me a good reason to be heartsick by @userachilles | NR | 4.2k |

Five times Achilles means to confess his feelings to Patroclus, and the one time he actually does.

Fics are listed in no particular order. Want more? Check out some Pyrrha themed fic recs. Also check out some Spicy patrochilles fic recs.  

[joys-of-everyday]

On QJL...

So we all love to hate QJL. That’s fine. I hate QJL for what he did to Jiumei >.<

But, for a brain teasers, here’s this.

Popular theory is that QJL lusted after his sister, but the actual phrasing was something like… he was spoilt, thought himself above everyone, the only person he cared about was Haitang, and didn’t want her to marry. So this sounds sus, but back in the day marriage (particularly for rich nobles) wasn’t that romantic. It’d probably be part of some deal between families, arranged by the parents. The young lady would be shipped off to wherever, expected to stay at home and produce heirs, with little to protect her from a bad husband. So it’s also plausible the QJL really cared about QHT and was paranoid about her being mistreated outside his home.

Marrying his sister to a freed slave is a wild move. It would have turned a lot of heads. The other family members must have been tripping over themselves trying to figure out what the hell he’s doing (and those same family members would probably not have blinked an eye at QJL abusing said slave).

It’s implied that QJL taught SJ to read and write on good (???) will. Like in the extras there’s this bit: ‘standing nice and upright… he actually looked quite pitiful… an odd feeling arose within him, as well as he notion that he rather liked the boy, and he pulled back the foot he’d originally planned to kick him with’, before he asks SJ to write down some letters and is impressed at how well he does it.

So what if... there was a tiny part of QJL that actually wanted this to work out. How he sees it, he pulled this kid out of a gutter, taught him how to be a decent human, then entrusted him with his beloved sister. So what if he gave him a few beatings – he was a lord, SJ was a slave. He’d never really been taught that this was Not Okay (not that he was innocent - he hid it from QHT. But like... he probably thought it was bad rather than unacceptable). And granted, he was right about one thing – Wu Yanzi was a scam artist.

Another thing to bear in mind, QJL was 16 when SJ came, 19 when his father died and he took over as family head. That doesn’t excuse anything, but that’s… kinda young.

All this in mind, here’s a (fanfic? Background?) idea:

QJL and QHT’s parents consisted of 1) a father who was the eldest in the family but the son of a concubine, who’d bonked off a brother in a succession battle to get to where he was. He was 80% an okay human being but also had really bad anger management issues, was extremely distrusting, and a terrible husband. Many characteristics diffused to his son. 2) a mother who was a young lady from an exceptionally good background, who was meant to marry the original heir, but after QJL’s father bonked him off, her family didn’t want to lose the marriage alliance, so they sent her off to him instead (Catherine of Aragon style). She hated him but was extremely prideful of her position in the household (Madam Yu style).

Both parents had heavy expectations for QJL, their eldest son. They’re both paranoid about an uncle taking over so they strictly punish anyone who shows the slightest hint of disrespect for QJL, which over time teaches the kid that everyone below him are dirt and he can get away with anything. Simultaneously, they constantly berate him for not being good enough, so he grows up full of unvented stress. (This is also where his distrust for outsiders and his extreme sister complex come from.)

He vents by going around beating servants and whipping beggars, generally being a huge a**hole. When he first comes across SJ, he acts in the same way. But then he decides he likes him and keeps him close by, giving him nice clothes and tutoring him personally. Everyone on the outside (who can’t see the full picture) thinks he’s pampering a slave (which is the story QHT also hears). And despite his slither of good will, QJL is still an a**hole and ends up abusing SJ worse than if he’d thought nothing of him.

This doesn’t make QJL a good person (or even that tragic tbh, compared to the other characters) but it does make him more believable??? Beyond just ‘scummy villain who’s scummy for no reason’. 

Also, QJL to SJ is SJ to LBH, right? Poetic parallels.

On a final note, the whole Qiu household get a lot of ‘they deserved to die’ but realistically, most of those servants had no say in what went down. They could do what? Quit their job? Then starve on the streets? Also, sure SJ didn’t kill the women, but he did just destroy their livelihoods. It’s like LBH burning down the whole of Cang Qiong after SQQ+some disciples caused him misery. We love parallels~~.  

(And speaking of parallels, imagine if the Jiang family from MDZS were the better version of the Qiu family – they even have the purple colour scheme lol)

[amoransia]

Rather than the action of getting angry being a sin itself, I think being angry in EXCESS in the sin. After all, anything in excess is harmful, be it anger, lust, greed, or even love, as it can reach obsessive levels that can harm one's partner. Or rather, if it leads to HARM, it’s a sin.

So, Mr. Priest getting angry is not a sin in itself: after all, it is righteous anger. However, if he ends up harming the blameless while in his rage, it WILL become sin.

Personally, I think he'll go mad with rage. He'll beat Asmodeus; however, this will leave Mr. Priest with a lot of unvented anger (considering just how much he's been abused), and he'll look for other "targets" to vent his extra anger on. This could be where the 有象無象塵芥 (masses of trash) comes in.

Perhaps, an enraged Mr. Priest will see his classmates, his brothers and sisters in faith (e.g. Leah, Barbara, Mikhail, Charles), and even Imuri, as mere masses of trash (有象無象塵芥). If he can't see them as human anymore, then maybe they become targets-- just trash he can vent his anger on.

Then this IS a sin, because in his excessive wrath— in his blind rage, he is attacking the INNOCENT and the BLAMELESS. It is a point in which his anger is no longer righteous nor justified. Mr. Priest's anger is no longer justice.

Coming out of his fit, he'll realize what he's done; and it will only break him even further.

[melontoyo]

The tags on my Ganon fanart are so unabashedly horny, I love you all, goodbye. *explodes from unvented Ganon thirst*