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'Through Cataclysm' by Andreas Birath
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Andreas Birath, Through cataclysm, 2009
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Heel Turn 2 by The Mountain Goats // Through Cataclysm by Andreas Birath
#the mountain goats#tmg#tmg lyrics#lyrics#the mountain goats lyrics#lyrics edit#art & lyrics#andreas birath#painting#paintings#collage#collage art#heel turn 2
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As A Child I Knew.
Oil, canvas. Private Collection
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Through Cataclysm - Andreas Birath
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Andreas Birath - Through Cataclysm. (x)
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#going into hysterics on the bathroom floor rn#i will never be normal about them#hotd#house of the dragon#hotd aegon#hotd alicent#aegon ii targaryen#alicent hightower#aegon the second#queen alicent#aegon the usurper#aegon the elder#olivia cooke#tom glynn carney#painting: through cataclysm by andreas birath
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Title: No Closer Could I Be To God
Pairing: Post-outbreak!Joel Miller x Female Reader
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 1.3k
Summary:
The closest he’s been to a god in these last few miserable years has been between your thighs.
Dear Reader:
This one is for the homies with religious trauma. If you enjoy this little fic, please comment or reblog! Title art is "Through Cataclysm" by Andreas Birath (b. 1974).
Warnings:
explicit sexual content (18+ MDNI), infidelity, no use of y/n, no reader description or age, single POV - Joel, post-outbreak Jackson, heavy religious themes and imagery, unprotected p in v, oral sex - f receiving, dirty talk, pet names, begging.
Joel Miller gave up on the notion of a benevolent god around the time the light faded from his daughter’s eyes and he was left to hold her lifeless body. Since then, he’s only seen glimpses of that former goodness in the world — in Tess and the way she fought tooth and nail for their survival and in Ellie, once she quit being such a pain in the ass.
But perhaps the closest he’s been to a god in these last few miserable years has been between your thighs.
“Joel!” You cry out, squirming beneath his tight grip. He’s got you laid out on the work bench, thighs hugging his head as he licks and sucks your clit until you’re singing his praises. The storage shed is hot, sweat gathering at his neck and beading at his temple and making his fingers slip against your damp skin.
“Shhh, baby,” he murmurs, dragging his mouth away from your center and licking his lips to gather every drop of you from his flesh. “You’re fuckin’ loud today.”
“Sorry,” you whisper, voice breathy as your chest heaves with desperate breaths. “It’s been too long.”
“I know,” Joel agrees, standing up and leaning forward to steal a kiss, your hot mouth opening immediately for his tongue to explore. You taste like shitty instant coffee and mint, his favorite flavor as long as you're the source. “‘M sorry.”
Your fingers play with the hair at the nape of his neck, nails scratching against his scalp. He drags his lips across your jaw, down your neck, sinking his teeth briefly against your pulse point to make you shiver.
The modest dress you’re wearing is rucked up around your waist and Joel reaches down to slip his fingers past the elastic of your underwear, sinking two digits inside of you and groaning at how tight you are, how warm and wet you get for him. Your quiet whimper reaches his ears and he wishes he could hear you without restraint, wishes he knew how loud you could be. He’s fairly certain it’s as close to a choir of angels he could ever get.
Especially since he’s destined for hell. But that’s neither here nor there. Right now, he’s in heaven.
He removes his fingers, reaching up to slip them past your lips for a quick clean. Your tongue glides across his fingertips and your eyelids flutter shut as he uses his free hand to work his belt open with clumsy movements. He shoves his jeans and boxers down his hips, just enough to expose the hard length of his cock.
Joel pulls his hand away from your face, using his spit slick fingers to pump himself. With his other hand, he reaches into the chest pocket of his flannel shirt for his knife.
Your eyes go wide as he pops the blade open, slipping the cold steel beneath the elastic of your panties and tugging sharply. The fabric snaps, echoing your gasp, your mouth dropped open in surprise. He doesn’t give you long to recover, sliding his cock through your wet folds and smiling in satisfaction as your expression shifts from incredulity to pleasure.
“You ready?” Joel grunts, his tip catching at your entrance. You nod your head rapidly, but he’s in the mood to hear you beg. “Words, sweetheart.”
“Please, Joel,” you murmur. Your lashes glisten with captured tears and the sight makes his blood run hot. “Please, please, please!”
Joel presses forward, sinking into your body with ease. You have one hand on the workbench behind you to support yourself but the other grips his shoulder tightly, fingernails sure to leave little indents in his skin even through the fabric of his shirt.
“Christ,” he hisses, dropping his head into the crook of your neck. “Always feel so fuckin’ good. How is it always so fuckin’ good?”
“Need you to move,” you reply. “Please, Joel.”
And what is he if not your good and faithful servant?
Joel draws his hips back and thrusts sharply, lifting his head to watch your face as he does. This is his favorite part, staring into the Garden of Eden, enjoying his forbidden fruit. You whimper and moan, teeth digging into your bottom lip to keep quiet.
When he feels that knot of pleasure coiling tight in his belly, he curses and chases it all at once. It’s always over too soon when all he wants is to worship at your altar for eternity.
“Angel,” he murmurs, wrapping an arm around your low back as your own circle his shoulders. “Need you to come for me, baby.”
You whine, high and petulant. “No, no, no,” you chant, “Not yet.”
Joel leans forward to capture your lips with his, the action more of a sharing of breath that lacks any coordination of a proper kiss. He slips his hand between your bodies to circle your clit, the responding moan swallowed by his greedy mouth.
“Good thing you don’t make the rules,” he grunts, hips stuttering as you begin to squeeze around him. He may not inherit the kingdom of god, but he at least got a glimpse of heaven today.
Your legs drop from around his waist and he lifts his head to find your gaze. He always worries what he’ll see — disgust, guilt, and shame have all been reflected back at him before. But today…today you just smile softly, your skin damp with sweat and your lips swollen from his kisses and your teeth.
“Joel,” you murmur, pressing a palm to his cheek. “I have to go.”
Joel nods, knowing you’re right. He’s kept you long enough. Gray light filters through the dirt caked window of the little shed and you should get back to your home to get ready for Sunday service.
“I’ll see you around,” he replies, wrapping a hand behind your neck to pull you forward and give you one last hungry kiss before stepping away to right his pants. He holds a hand out to you to help you down from the work bench and watches as you fix your dress.
You give him one last watery smile before leaving through the flimsy wooden door. It slams back against the frame, the sound sharp to Joel’s ears. He sighs, counting to himself as he catalogs the spiderwebs and rusted tools in the shed.
There’s a flash of white in the corner of his eye. The mangled fabric of your panties sits discarded on the ground, and he leans forward to pick them up, pocketing them. For what, he’s not sure, but he’ll take any piece of you he can get.
Even if it’s just the part you’ve carelessly left behind.
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Later, your husband stands at the dented podium to deliver his Sunday morning sermon to the good people of Jackson who still turn to religion for comfort and guidance. Joel isn’t one of those people, but he sits on a rough wooden bench across the aisle from you. Your panties are still tucked away in his pocket and he wonders if you’ve cleaned up already, or if you’re still full of him even as you sit there watching your husband.
“…And we see this spoken of in Proverbs 7:25 — ‘Do not let your heart turn to her ways or stray into her paths. Many are the victims she has brought down; her slain are a mighty throng. Her house is a highway to the grave, leading down to the chambers of death’.”
Joel looks towards you as the words settle among the crowd. Your gaze remains steadfastly on your husband, but your hands move restlessly in your lap. When Joel looks up at the podium, he finds your husband’s righteous glare trained on him.
Maybe Joel was wrong. He hasn’t found heaven in you.
He’s just found a deeper hell.
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#joel miller x reader#joel miller#joel miller fic#joel miller smut#joel miller x female reader#joel miller fanfiction#joel miller x you#joel tlou#no use of y/n#joel x reader#tw infidelity#tw cheating#tw religious themes#tw religious mention#tw religious imagery
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on icarus
The Secret History, Donna Tartt | "Goodbye", Bo Burnham | To the Lighthouse, Virginia Woolf | The Lament for Icarus, Herbert James Draper | "Pearl Diver", Mitski | "Climbing", Lucille Clifton (via @llovelymoonn) | The Bell Jar, Sylvia Plath | detail from Through Cataclysm, Andreas Birath | In the Dreamhouse, Carmen Maria Machado | "Goodbye, My Danish Sweetheart", Mitski | "A Burning Hill", Mitski
#web weaving#mitski#lush#pearl diver#icarus#the secret history#book quote#lyrics#song recs#parallels#web weave#donna tartt#in the dream house#i may be obsessed with mitski's lyrics what about it#on yearning#on longing#greek mythology#literature#virginia woolf#to the lighthouse#puberty 2#retired from sad new career in business#quotes#song lyrics#painting#the bell jar#sylvia plath#my web weavings
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every Fallen Crowley fanart or fan fiction just POOF shows him with black wings and snake eyes but what about when it started...
inspired by "Through Cataclysm" by Andreas Birath (1974).
#good omens#ineffable husbands#aziraphale#crowley#good omens 2#good omens fanart#david tennant#fanart#micheal sheen#neil gaiman
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So Much (For) Stardust
The Kintsugi Kid (Ten Years) / Love From The Other Side / Piotr Stachiewicz / Spleen etc ideal, Carlos Schwabe / The Other Side, Dean Cornwell / Fake Out / Falling Star, Witold Pruszkowski / So Much (For) Stardust / White (Opelia), Joanna Śmielowska-Jaremin / I Am My Own Muse / Through Cataclysm, Andreas Birath / Heaven, Iowa / Opelia, Paul Albert Steck / Romantic Encounter, Mihaly Zichy / Death and the Maiden, Henri-Léopold Lévy / Death and the Maiden, Miles Johnston / Flu Game / Tamara and the Demon, Mihaly Zichy /Baby Annihilation / Death and the Maiden, Egon Schiele / Angels of Saint Peter, Gian Lorenzo Bernini / Souls on the Banks of the Acheron, Adolf Hiremy Hirschl / Cupid and Psyche, Fortunino Matania / Death and the Maiden, George Clark Stanton / Elinleticia Högabo
#i forgot how time consuming these are#definitely not my best work! but i made it so it's getting posted#this one got away from me a bit#jay speaks#fall out boy#fob#so much (for) stardust#smfs#idk how to tag this#web weaving#parallels
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f1 drivers as paintings
Charles Leclerc as Spirit George Roux
Lando Norris as Evening along the Seine John William Ashton
Daniel Ricciardo as Through Cataclysm Andreas Birath
Carlos Sainz jr as The Storm Pierre Auguste Cot
George Russell as Spring Landscape Charles-François Daubigny
#f1 drivers#painting#art#idk if it makes sense#i'm just having fun#charles leclerc#lando norris#daniel ricciardo#carlos sainz#george russell
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An egg. Some rocks. Study for Through Cataclysm.
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‹ karen jackson + corruption + maturity + religion 𝟹
( moving in place - shauna dean cokeland , the sacrificial lamb - josefa de ayala , the sun is also a star - nicola yoon , agnus - konstantine korobov , andrew - shauna dean cokeland , through cataclysm - andreas birath , mother wound healing: why it's crucial for women - bethany webster )
#never done web weaving before#but i have many thoughts about karen#also gotta spread the sdc / karen agenda#karen jackson#shameless#sheila jackson#karen shameless#sheila shameless#eddie jackson#eddie shameless#web weaving#poetry
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I Love You ~ Woodkid x
Bones ~ Finnegan Tui x
Blind as Night ~ Team Me x
Inferno ~ Sir Sly x
For Everything a Reason ~ Carina Round x
(( Tagged for 5 songs by my beloved @emotionsandphenomena. Decided to be very un-normal about that and put together a mini-themed playlist because I have been thinking about the Icarus Myth lately. Tagging @feralprinceconsort @theodoort @the-mighty-glow-cloud @tele-kay-nesis and @beansprouts. Make a weird little themed playlist if you want! Or just share whatever you're listening to this week <3 Art is Through Cataclysm by Andreas Birath))
#music#mik mic#anyway it all comes back to icarus for me. it's about tragedy. it's about inevitability. it's about hate and love and loss and HOPE!!#IT'S ABOUT BEING DEEPLY HUMAN!!!#shouting and biting!!!#the boy who loved the sun#make your own wings.. make your own mistakes#make your own tragedy and your own heartbreaks and make them again and again and again!!!#get up coward!!!!#mikaela rambles in the tags#the way that I had to be SOOO picky about what I wanted on this playlist#shout out to my 3hour long icarus coded playlist gjnkjs#tagging all my icarus coded Guys cause it's my blog and i get to decide the categories#the boy wonder#gun puppy#insufferable icarus
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