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All Your Faith, All Your Rage
Revelling in the Devil. Born in the 90s. she/her, Roach. My tags are filth. 18+ only. Minors dni.
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holy shit i think i just planned the main structure of a novel
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a few reminders because i’m tired and angry
fandom is a hobby, not a form of activism
adult women aren’t inherently creepy for being in fandom and having hobbies apart from raising babies and doing taxes
the vast majority of people pushing back against the worrying trend of instigating harassment over fictional characters and relationships aren’t incest supporters or pedophiles, actually
liking a m/f ship doesn’t make someone a dirty heterosexual invading your space
preferring gay ships doesn’t make you ‘’woke’’ and good
no one owes you a disclaimer that they are a good person who recognizes that their favorite fictional villain’s actions are evil and that they don’t condone those actions irl
liking a fictional villain is in no way comparable to advocating abuse/murder/genocide/etc and you’re a fucking idiot if you believe that
just because a woman is attracted to a fictional villain doesn’t mean she’s promoting toxic relationships or going to end up in a toxic relationship. assuming women can’t tell fiction and reality apart stinks of internalized misogyny
some rando’s a/b/o fanfics have none of the level of influence that popular tv shows and movies spreading propaganda have
no one owes you a detailed description of their traumas and mental health problems
abusive relationships are not the same as enemies to lovers ships
y’all need to chill the fuck out over people, relationships, actions and events that don’t actually exist and learn how to enjoy and discuss them like normal people
fandom is a hobby, not a form of activism
feel free to add more
#FANDOM. IS. A. HOBBY.#NOT A FORM OF ACTIVISM!#been thinking about this a lot#and how annoying fandom is because of the incessant moralising
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When the Cardinal got the call about the attack on Mouse and the sibling, do you think he reacted sharply over the phone to whomever he spoke with, or cooly responded and waited until he hung up to go ballistic? I’m curious about his initial reaction to the news. 🫢
The Cardinal sat there, alone in an unfamiliar office, and thought about the changes so close at hand. It had been a long time coming, he supposed; the steadily ticking clock on the wall kept his toiling years in the forefront of his mind. All the bustle and the striving, the whole dogged pursuit of his own dark papacy, might actually be soon behind him. Copia relaxed back in his chair for a moment, admittedly irritated at the gentle ticking, but grateful nonetheless for this brief respite. The Ministry could be a tumultuous place, but for now, all was quiet, and he was ready.
His door was open, and an assistant poked her head in. “My apologies, Your Eminence.. you have a phone call,” she said, gesturing towards the phone upon his current desk. He noticed a light blinking there. “Sister Imperator.”
Giving the girl a nod before she left, shutting the door behind her, he reached out for the receiver. “Pronto, eh… Hello?”
Sister’s voice a bit tinny over the antiquated line. “Cardinal. I trust you’re well?”
“Yes, Your Dark Excellency.” Imperator wouldn’t have called without a reason. “What’s this about?”
“I’m calling about the girl you’ve been tutoring.” The leather of his glove tightened more firmly around the receiver with an audible sound.
“What about her?” Imperator didn’t answer right away, and Copia felt a surge of something like a panic forming deep in his chest. “Sister—”
“Oh, she’s quite all right, Cardinal. Don’t worry, honestly.” Don’t worry…
“What—”
“She…” Her voice sounded pained, and he heard her take a little breath. “There was a fair bit of trouble up in the old cemetery today. Some kind of a transient was… bothering her and another girl. They’re a bit rattled, naturally… fought him off and ran. Nothing beyond a mere scuffle happened, they assured me, but…”
“I’ll be there shortly.” He could feel the blood rushing in his head, and he fought to remain calm.
“Your Eminence, you do understand what you’re meant to accomplish over there?”
“I do, Sister.” He let the weight of his decision hang for a moment. “I should be able to manage arriving back at the abbey… tomorrow at the latest.”
“The girl is perfectly fine here; a few abrasions… I only thought you’d like to know as a courtesy. Considering the time you’ve spent together.”
A few… abrasions. “Please expect me tomorrow, Sister. Thank you.”
“Cardinal.”
“Yes?” The word came out heavy with concealed rage.
“She is perhaps not perfectly fine. If I’m being honest with you.”
He hung up the receiver without another word, and he watched his hand shake, threatening to splinter the plastic. Taking a steely breath, he extricated his fingers from the thing, and then he methodically began to pack up his desk. As he worked, measured and silent beneath it, the soft and steady ticking of the clock on the wall threatened to drive him insane; a horrible reminder of how far he was from her. This was hell, truly; right here in the passionlessly beating heart of the Satanic Ministry. Copia gulped, fighting the hot fury rising inside him, the urge to retch out the pit of ice settling in his stomach. He wouldn't waste any time; he would not give in to his inner torment here. How was she faring with her own?
When he was done, he reached out for the phone again, his hand now steady.
“I want a car waiting for me downstairs. Ten minutes.”
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On his way down the hall to her room he bumped into Terzo, exiting his papal chambers.
“How is Mouse?” Copia queried, without thinking.
“Who?”
“The girl!” he snapped, ready to lose it.
“Shhh…” Terzo was carefully shutting his door, “Sophie’s still sleeping…”
“The other girl! I hear she’s injured? Why aren’t you with her?”
“I only have one dick, Cardinal.”
Copia pondered on how exactly his life would change if he snapped Terzo’s neck right there in the hall.
Terzo chuckled for a second at his seething expression, before getting serious again. “She’s got a nasty scrape on her head, poor thing. I tucked her in earlier, no fucking involved, Cardinal… She’s resting, says she’s fine, but…” Terzo frowned further. “She’s quite shaken up, I believe, contrary to what she’ll tell you.”
Not bothering to converse any further, Copia continued on down the hall. When he finally reached the door to her dear little room he paused for a second, gathering his scattered thoughts.
It was darkening inside, and he let his eyes adjust for a moment, though it was hardly needed. He knew the room well; how many times had he let himself in here, just to look upon her? How many times had he done much more than look?
She lay on the bed, curled up in a fretful slumber, and the icy rage he had carried all the way here to lay at her feet began to melt at the piteous sight of her. His poor sweet Mouse!
Reaching out, he arranged her blanket a bit more snugly around her, and he noticed then what she was clutching in her fingers; a swathe of red that left his swelling heart bleeding. He lay down beside her.
He wanted to hold her close, desperately, but he would not yet allow himself that gift. She needed to sleep; she needed to be safe. She needed to be loved. And for all the ways he had failed her, he could at least do that, effortlessly and beyond severe. He would love her beyond his last breath, he thought, watching over her precious ones, her fragile chest rising and falling softly.
After some time, he noticed her begin to stir, and eventually she reached out for her light.
“Dolce,” he said, gently. She whirled around, and the look in her dewy eyes at the sight of him made him want to weep.
Finally, he held her.
#THEM THEM THEM THEM THEM THEM THEM THEM THEM THEM THEM#oh#my heart#sadglo#THEMMMMMMMMMMMMM#god#this is so lovely#he is so passionate#so in love#so PIOAUFOISAUDGOISHGIUSHGDG#this is wonderful#your writing is always just such a pleasure Z#fic rec
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Marilyn Monroe in THE PRINCE AND THE SHOWGIRL (1957)
dir. Laurence Olivier
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If I speak I‘m in trouble
#stubble..........#im concerned for his safety etc etc#but.... stubble.............................#spoilers#x-men '97 spoilers#xmen 97#magneto#rubbing on his cheek like a kitty cat#meow#i've got a lot on my queue. and. well. in it.
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#she did it very sexily though#rogue#ugh that episode got me head over heels for that girl#xmen 97#i've got a lot on my queue. and. well. in it.
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i thought she was real neat before but this episode got me feeling really carnal
#rogue#xmen 97#don't mind me im just. feeling . so.#very#very very#VERY bisexual#iouagjhsajkghaskjghskjghskjghksadghklsjghakslgh#suffocate me between her and magneto's tits and i would die happy#sometimes im like yeah idk i really do mostly like men! which is fine and valid. bisexuality is rarely a 50/50 split#but then a woman comes outta nowhere and got me like. bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark#x-men '97 spoilers
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good sensations can sometimes be extreme, and i know i personally enjoy a good few of those, so i wanted to know which of these types of pain are the most commonly enjoyed :)
basically my question is. am i such a touch deprived weirdo that i'll enjoy fucked up sensations no one else likes or am i normal
#where's piercing :(((#if the healing wasnt always a nightmare for me i would have so many piercings#i would say tattooing on this list#but piercing is my true love#polls
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#HAVE SOME WHIMSY!!!!!!#fandom is so weird these days#stop being outraged by stuff#just like what you like
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Rogue
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i think rogue putting me in a near immediate coma would be worth it to very very briefly be cognizant of being the meat in a rogueneto sandwich
#they are both so hot#I want to be their third#SO bad#rogueneto#sigh#maybe magneto could extend his protection to me 🥺#let me dive between her legs#please#for my health
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"Good night, sugar." ❤️🔥
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Rogue vs. Magneto
[X-Men vs. Street Fighter : 1996/1998]
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Beautiful things are fragile…
CRIMSON PEAK (2015) dir. Guillermo del Toro
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man I am trying not to let this authors ill-fitting choice of name for the heroine put me off, but I have such specific associations with the name it's SO HARD.
#its a regency romance. but the heroines name just sounds SO american.#which isnt bad or anything!!! it's a lovely name!#but it just... i associate it with a southern belle. not an english rose#you know?#it sort of takes me out of it
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Apple Blossoms and Hummingbird (detail) 1871. Martin Johnson Heade
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