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ladylooch · 1 year

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Hi, can you please write a timo meier smut about timo and reader having rough sex after timo comes home upset that his former Halifax teammate chirped at him "i bet that you never banged a single girl in Halifax, you're so fucking ugly" (this chirp actually happened in arizona during timo's first game with the devils), so reader ends up using the safe word and can't walk the next day, so timo feels bad?

A/N: LMAO, I remember this day. Like idk about these Halifax girls buttttt this girl would be delighted to be plowed by this man. I had a couple different versions of this one, but needed it to end on a softer note to feel comfortable going this far. I also don’t fully understand safe words and the concept, so I took some creative liberties. Thanks for the request!

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: SMUT 18+ CONTENT. This is a bit edgier than I normally go. If rough sex is a trigger for you, skip this one bby. Reminder that consent and respect are sexy.

Despite his first goal as a Devil coming tonight, Timo is in a mood.

You had been out with some friends and the restaurant didn’t have a TV, so you caught highlights on the NHL app. What the NHL app didn’t show you, was the reason for your boyfriend’s mood when he touched down on the East Coast later.

The second he walked into your condo, he was furiously on edge. He smacked his keys on the counter. He aggressively rolled his suitcase into the bedroom. He came back into the kitchen, where you were eating ice cream, slamming cabinets while getting himself a glass of water.

“Can I help you?” You murmur, biting your inner lip to avoid laughing. He was funny when he was mad, as long as it wasn’t directed at you. Timo stops at the sink, palms pressing into the counter, shoulders tight with tension.

“Yeah, you can be a good girl and get in bed.”

You don’t need to be told again.

You practically run down the hallway, stripping your clothes off for him to find when he decides to follow you. You jump on one leg, taking the last strip of your panties off before diving into the bed. His heavy footsteps echo in the apartment causing excitement to twist your core, beginning to drip between your legs at what is to come. A week of him being away is too much. Way too much, and you’ve missed the relief you feel when his cock edges into you.

He appears in your bedroom, pulling his shirt over his head in one quick tug. Then, he drops his shorts and boxers at the same time, stepping out of them effortlessly as he comes towards you. His strong hands wrap around your legs and he pulls you down. The quickness has your hair fanned out vertically behind you. He crudely runs his fingers through your folds, making you jolt.

“We need some help tonight. I’m going to be rough.” His warning makes goosebumps pop out of your skin, arm hair standing on end. Yes. This is what you want too.

“Yes. Please.” You run your fingers up your body, brushing against the taut peaks of your nipples. He moves your hand away, gripping your breast and stabbing at it with his tongue. He finishes with a bite that makes your back arch. Your eyes are closed, but you feel his warmth disappear until he comes back with a bottle of lube.

“On your knees.” He demands, slapping your thigh to get you to move faster. Your eyes widen, biting your lip as he works you to the correct kneeling height. You feel the lube coat your folds, his fingers working it into every crevice for your pleasure and comfort. His rough strokes on your clit have a moan falling from your mouth.

He’s pumping into you in one quick burst that has your eyes springing open in surprise. You puff out a heavy breath as he leaves you completely then plunges deep again. His rough fingers catch on the soft skin of your ass before he spanks you hard making your skin sting. You bite your lip, trying to look at him over your shoulder as he holds your hips in place while he pounds into you.

The first bump against your cervix is met with a twinge of discomfort, but the overarching theme is still pleasure. He’s put so much lube between the two of you that his fast thrusts are suddenly feeling a little too fast. You don’t even realizing you’re holding your breath until you gasp for new air like you’re suffocating.

“You look like such a slut right now. Broken open like this for me. Taking me so fucking deep.” Desire has his voice dark and menacing. His hand comes to your hair, pulling it into a pony tail to tug the ends close to your scalp. He pulls back until you’re looking at the ceiling, neck and back crudely arched.

Something doesn’t feel right about this.

He can’t see your face, but your body stiffens which makes his next thrust painful. Your brain begins to send signals of discomfort and the next brush against your cervix is agonizing. Rough sex is nothing new between the two of you, but this was a different side of Timo that made you feel uneasy. It almost feels like punishment when he fucks you deeper even after your cry of displeasure.

“T, stop, please.” You demand, jugging your head out of his grasp. He flies out of you, removing every inch of his skin from you and holding his hands up like he’s surrendering. You feel a lump form in your throat from guilt and embarrassment.

“Baby?” He questions, keeping his hands away from you. “Tell me what to do.” You can hear his heavy breathing. You get fully onto your knees, then turn, look at his face. His bottom lip practically trembles in distress. “I’m sorry.” He says when your eyes meet. He can see he has crossed a line with you.

“It’s okay. We are okay. You stopped when I asked.” You reach back, touching his thigh so he knows it’s okay to put his hands on you again. “But I’m done for tonight.” You can already feel the ache settling between your thighs from his thrusts. “Oof.” You whine as you roll to your back. Timo stares down at you, eyebrows pulled together angrily. You can tell he is beating himself up internally. “It’s okay.” You remind him again. Because it is; you’re fine. He respected your boundaries. You feel safe. Now you just want to cuddle. “Come here.” You request. He buries his face between your bare breasts, pressing his nose into the right one at an angle so he can breathe.

Neither of you speak again, but drift off to sleep nakedly clinging to one another.

When you awaken the next morning, Timo is gone. You frown, knowing he doesn’t have practice today. Gingerly, you stand and immediately wince at the throb between your legs. You move to the bathroom, struggling to pee without discomfort. Not only are you sore, but your lack of attention to aftercare may have just given you a UTI. Fucking delightful. You grab a washcloth, running it under ice cold water and settling it against your sore skin. It helps soothe for a moment, but you know an epson salt bath is in your future. While you wait, you pull up TikTok. It isn’t long before the video from last night pops onto your screen.

You probably didn't bang a single girl in Halifax, you're so fucking ugly.

Looking at the description of the video, you see the comment was directed at your boyfriend. No way!? When you see the camera zoom in on the chirper you burst out laughing. Who does this guy think he is? He looks like he smells with his long hair and unkept beard. He’s got some audacity saying that to your man.

This actually explains a lot about last night though. Timo’s edgy behavior. His rapid fucking. His ego was a little bruised. You think it’s time to go find him. The TV is on in the living room, so you know he is still here. You try to walk as normally as you can but the movement has you pulsing between your legs and not in a good way.

“Ooo fuck.” You whine as you grip onto the counter for support as sudden pinch of pain. You look up, seeing Timo staring at you with a regretful expression. You almost wonder if his bottom lip is going to start quivering again.

“I’m so sorry.” He blurts, setting his coffee cup down and coming over to you. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I would never, ever do that on purpose. I feel awful.” He looks awful too, like a sad puppy who just go kicked.

“I know. If I thought that was intentional, I would have left last night.” You reach for his fingers, giving his hand a squeeze. You hate how he’s keeping distance, trying not to touch you out of respect. “Can I have a kiss?” You ask. He nods, leaning down to put a tender kiss on your lips. You trail your tongue out, trying to beckon him into a soft make out session. He caresses your middle back, but keeps his space. “So what happened last night at the game?”

“I feel like you know.”

“I mean I do, but I want to hear about how it lead to what happened between us.”

“It hurt my feelings.” He grumbles. “And I just wanted to not feel like that anymore. You’re always the cure for me.”

“Usually this stuff doesn’t get to you though?”

“This one felt… more personal. I don’t know. I’m also with a new team and still trying to figure everything out, so my confidence is low. It got under my skin.” He shakes his head, looking out at our living room instead of at your face. “I shouldn’t have brought it home to our bed like that.”

“Probably not. But, it was a funny chirp.” You shrug, trying to ease some of the exasperation on his face.

“No it wasn’t! I had plenty of puss-” He purses his lips, remembering who he is talking to. “I got around.” He shrugs, scratching at his scalp then shoving his hair back from his forehead.

“Which is why it’s so funny. Because it’s just not true.” You laugh, stepping forward to bury your face into his chest. “Not true now either.” He smells your hair, deflating into your body as his biceps tighten against your arms.

“Best of my life is right here though.” He murmurs.

“Yeah, I know.” You’re cocky about it, grinning up at him, watching his lips come toward yours. His eyes close, lashes fluttering together in dark wisps. “But you’re gonna have to wait a bit to have it again.”

“I understand. How can I take care of you today?” You scrunch your nose like you’re thinking, but you both know what you want.

“Mmmm, brunch with cocktails. Then we come back here to cuddle and you rub my back until I fall asleep.” He laughs, rolling his eyes at how easy it all is to be with you and make you happy. “And take a bath with me later. You have to go all out with wine and candles too.”

“Anything for you, baby.”

#Timo Meier #Timo Meier Smut #Timo Meier Fan ficiton #New Jersey devils #hockey writing #my writing #nhl fan fiction #writing request

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that90sshowgoldencouple · 4 months

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NEW That ‘70s Show/That '90s Show Fanfiction

Title: Stay Over

Summary: In the Fall of 1995, Gwen and Nikki find themselves spending some time together in the Forman basement, alone.

Pairings: Gwen and Nikki, mentions of Gwen and Leia, Nikki and Nate, and of course Red and Kitty

Rating: K+

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53364742

Author’s Note: The next prompt fic from this prompt challenge. This request came from @iammyownsaviour thank you so much for sending it in! I'm very sorry it took so long to get out here, I've actually had to written down on paper for a good while now. Special shout out to @hydesjackiespuddinpop who helped motivate me to keep working on this piece and post it out here for you all.

#that 90s show #fan ficiton #ao3 #new fan fiction #t9s drabbles #iammyownsavior #hydesjackiespuddinpop #nikki that 90s show #gwen runck #gwen x nikki #leia forman #nate runck #that 90’s show #my fanfiction

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that70sshowgoldencouple · 11 months

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NEW CHAPTER OF THAT ‘70S SHOW FANFICTION

Title: Strangers in the Night Chapter 16

(I did it! I updated! I am so excited and so flipping' nervous! But also so very happy! So many emotions! lol)

Chapter Summary: Red informs Kitty that now that their secret is out, it might be time to give the people something to really talk about.

Story Summary: After suffering the loss of each their spouses, neighbors Red Forman and Kitty Halpert come up with a sleeping arrangement so that neither one of them have to face a lonely night in their empty houses again.The arrangement causes quite a buzz in their small town as well as within their families.

Red’s daughter Jackie claims she’s never seen him happier. However, Kitty’s son, Eric who is going through his own marital troubles, does not like or trust Red because of Red’s darker past. And though Red gets the approval of Eric’s son, as well as Eric’s best friend and Kitty’s adopted son Steven Hyde, Eric’s dislike for Red does anything but lessen.

Still Red and Kitty continue to spend their nights-and their days-together, and as they learn more about each other their bond grows stronger. Could an unconventional sleep arrangement lead the way to a second chance at love?

Alternate Universe, give it a shot, but please be kind!

Pairings: Red/Kitty, Jackie/Hyde, Eric/Donna

Rating: K+

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38122501/chapters/121899223

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wheatleigh · 7 months

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Dumb trope I have with one of my F/Os because they're nonhuman and I think this would be silly.

Nonhuman character who meets a human character, and despite having long ago learned their name, almost never refers to them as anything other than "human", "the human", ect. The one time they call their partner by their actual name is during their most heartfelt moments, so it's a cute moment of ":00 you said my name?"

Proship/Comship DNI, ill kill you

#f/o #f/o tag #f/o talk #f/o community #f/o scenarios #romantic f/o #platonic f/o #fictional other community #ficitonal other #help this would be so convenient ngl #i constantly go thru periods where i choose new names #and lately i haven't found anything that has stuck #so Gabriel would have no problem addressing me because he already almsot exclusively calls me “human”

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lemonsbakery · 8 months

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i need to analyzethese guys under a microscope

#new hyperfixation discovered . tALEBOT and the taleoids #curse this brain of mine but dont actually #i love ficiton obsessed robots and my neurodivergency does too

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mothzies · 2 years

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Nano November

Title: Of Blood And Water

So I have begun putting a story together. I'm not sure how many people would enjoy it however it is fantasy! It's a troupe that has been done before and I'm hoping to make my own mark with it. I'm taking fairy tale stories and creating my own world out of them.

My story is a rewrite of Peter Pan following the footsteps of his son and the son of captain hook. It is a queer enemies-to-lovers novel following the exploration of family trauma and bonding between friends.

#nanowrimo #nano 2022 #writing #fantasy #story #best enemies #enemies to lovers #peter pan #captain hook #fairy tale vibes #fairy tale book #fairy tales #fairy tale inspired #my book #book #new book #author #ficiton

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djohnhopper · 9 months

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Welcome to issue 13 of the literary magazine 100subtexts - the regular monthly issue for and by creative writers. In an issue of 125 pages, we give you fiction and poetry - as fantasy, surreal, abstract, and real - short, as well as feature length pieces to enjoy. Issue 13, as you would expect, has a whole range of work from contemporary writers and poets, from the subtle to the edge, giving you a line up of independent fiction and poetry that is fresh and bursting to go. We are also thrilled to have the artwork of artist Tomasz Holuj, featured in this issue. Enjoy this new issue of 100subtexts magazine, this new collection of work - creative writing and poetry - combined in one dynamic package. To get yourself an instant download to anywhere on the planet - just follow the link: https://payhip.com/b/3iUJW 100subtexts magazine - different voices - same space.

#100subtexts #100subtexts magazine #literary magazine #fiction #poetry #essays #short stories #new ficiton #new poetry

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thejoyofviolentmovement · 15 days

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Live Concert Photography: The New Colossus Festival and 18th Ward Presents Summer Saturdays at 18th Ward 5/4/24 @NewColossusFest @18thwardbrewing @dedstrange @kaninerecords

Live Concert Photography: The New Colossus Festival and 18th Ward Presents Summer Saturdays at 18th Ward 5/4/24 feat. The Answers in Between with The Overhead Bins, yael s. copeland, Rat Palace and The Fictionals Co-founded back in 2018 by three New York music industry vets and longtime friends, former Lorimer Beacon founder and head Mike Bell, Kanine Records‘ founder and label head Lio Kanine…

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#18th Ward Brewing #Brooklyn NYC #Bushwick Brooklyn #Bushwick Brooklyn NYC #indie pop #indie rock #Live Concert #Live Concert Photography #Live Music Photography #music photography #Photo Essay #Photography #post punk #Rat Palace #The Answers in Between #The Ficitonals #The New Colossus Festival #yael s. copeland

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danielleurbansblog · 1 year

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Review: The Artic Fury

Synopsis: In early 1853, experienced California Trail guide Virginia Reeve is summoned to Boston by a mysterious benefactor who offers her a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity: lead a party of 12 women into the wild, hazardous Arctic to search for the lost Franklin Expedition. It’s an extraordinary request, but the party is made up of extraordinary women. Each brings her own strengths and skills to…

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lawrencedagstine · 1 year

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Red Penguin Books: "Shoot for the Moon" Space Adventure Anthology...!

It is with great pleasure to announce that yet another anthology featuring one of my tales has been released this month, this time a science fiction adventure story featuring a team of old school astronauts (think the days of Apollo & Sputnik, that style). So it has a pulp bent to it, but with an unexpected finish. Red Penguin Books presents, SHOOT FOR THE MOON. I’m not sure if it is available on…

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vaau · 2 years

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Article from the Hermiton Herald

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Dog bed or human bed?

Here’s how to make the right choice.

The Hermiton Herald

#Hermiton Herald Post #ficitonal news #vaau weres

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starrvsn · 4 months

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౨ৎ ּ ׅ ۫ ✧ 。BOYS IN THE BOAT ˚₊ ꒰ PRETTY LIKE YOU !

﹙ MOVIE/FANDOM ⠆THE BOYS IN THE BOAT ﹚

𝟒𝟏𝟏. some of the ficitonal characters from the boys in the boat, reactions to you giving them flowers :)

STAR LEFT A MESSAGE! hi friends! i know i haven't posted in a while but i just recently watched the boys in the boat and i absolutely loved it! especially the cast, full of fine talented men- so here's a little something about them with more to come! if you have any requests or ideas about them please let me know!

INCLUDES ⠆joe rantz, don hume, bobby mach, george hunt and chuck day (just some of the characters im partially attached to…)

BOBBY MOCH ⠆

after their first win of the season, you greet bobby with a bouquet of flowers themed after the school's colors— immediately giving him praise and compliments about their win today. you knew he had a rough past season with the last crew, now seeing him with a new crew he trusted, something he was so passionate about. you were excited for him!

when he asks where this all came from, you shrug the gesture off as if it was nothing. stating that the flowers just reminded you of him and just had to give them to him. a wide smile tugs on his lips as he accepts them, his hand caressing yours gently. he appreciated them more than you knew. pulling you close, he presses a kiss on the crown of your head. caring less about his damp uniform or the loud crowd around you, just you and him.

“thank you lovely, these are beautiful.”

DON HUME ⠆

he's absolutely speechless, it wasn't everyday a man would recieve flowers and don didn't think he would be one of them. his eyebrows jump to his hairline when he sees you at the entrance of the shell house with a bouquet of flowers in your hands. his breath hitches as he asks where you got them from and you reply kindly that they're for him, giving him a sweet smile which he returns. you wanted to congratulate him for making the team, it wasn't easy and all the effort he put in finally paid off. a faint blush falls on his cheeks as he takes them, a beautiful arrangement of daisy's and poppy's held by a piece of brown parchment. he takes your hand tugging you into a hug, squeezing you appreciatively. there weren’t enough words to describe how much he loved them,

"this bouquet might be just as pretty as you." now you blush, playfully slapping this arm as you continue to hold him close. he wanted to keep them alive for as long as he can and maybe get you a bouquet in return. later (few months) when he sneaks you into the dorms he see's the bouquet in a glass still thriving well, making your heart swell.

JOE RANTZ ⠆

he's gotten several bouquets from several girls after winning gold in the olympics. he's received a many of gifts from different people but none of them felt as special as yours. when he saw you for the first time since their win in germany, you had planned to go out on a date to celebrate so when he comes to pick you up with his own bouquet in hand. imagine his surprise and delight when he sees you walk out of the building with your own bouquet in hand. he lets out a soft laugh in disbelief watching as you. a proud smile on your lips, almost skipping towards him.

"ever so original rantz?" you jokingly say, fiddling with the fabric of your dress. holding the flowers to him— they're almost identical to his except, he has your favorite flower in the bunch making your heart swell.

"i didn't know you were gonna get me flowers." he replies, ever so charming smile gracing his lips. you tell him you wanted to surprise him— a token of your appreciation for all that he's done, all the hard work he and all the other boys put in. he thanks you greatly, exchanging your bouquets. he presses a sweet, chaste kiss on your lips before interlocking hands and walking to your date destination.

GEORGE HUNT ⠆

george didn't really take mind to trivial things of interest like that, what his favorite flower was but he made a great deal to what yours were and he never missed the chance to give you flowers when he could— after any occasion he would give them to you. if you passed your exam or got into a fight, he'd get flowers to make it up to you. he didn't really expect to get his own flowers, as it really wasn't a thing.

so one day when practice was particularly grueling and draining, the last thing your boyfriend had expected was seeing you; with a small bouquet of flowers in your hands waiting outside the crews dorm. you were speaking with roger, keeping you company. "who are those for?" george announces himself, now standing between the two of you. you chuckle bidding roger goodbye as he leaves, now alone with your boyfriend— a timid smile forming.

"pretty flowers for a pretty boy." you proclaimed, holding out the bouquet to him. he huffs a laugh taking them carefully, admiring them. he raises a hand to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, cradling your cheek— caressing it gently.

"these a perfect darling, just like you."

CHUCK DAY ⠆

“a new admirer giving you flowers? giving me a run for my money?” chuck eyes the bouquet in your hands, noticing that there was none of your favorite flowers in them— what kind of admirer were they? you let out a soft giggle that sounds like music to his ears. he won't lie, a slight pang of jealousy hits him at the thought of another man giving you flowers but he'd ask you another day.

"no silly, they're for you." you reply, standing from the bench to give them to him. he lets out a small breath of relief, practically melting at the gesture. he takes a hand that was stuffed in his pocket to take the flowers from you, eyeing them carefully. you tell him that some of the flowers had meaning— like the red tulips and daisy's meaning love. his gaze softens as you continue to explain, a loving smile gracing his lips as he admires your face and the bouquet. lovingly, he plucks a flower from the bouquet and tucks it behind your ear

"you're so sweet you know that." his hand running down your arm, grasping your hand gently rubbing your knuckles. you almost swoon— tilting your head in admiration "well you deserve the best, i hope you know." he knows, with you around it's hard to forget.

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that70sshowgoldencouple · 11 months

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NEW CHAPTER OF THAT ‘70S SHOW FANFICTION

Title: Strangers in the Night Chapter 17

Chapter Summary: Kitty's sister Paula comes to town and she's looking for some answers.

Alternate Universe, give it a shot, but please be kind!

Pairings: Red/Kitty, Jackie/Hyde, Eric/Donna

Rating: K+

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38122501/chapters/122759128

Author's Note: Next Chapter is now up! It's a bit of a filler but has some important moments too. I especially had fun writing one bit in particular, I think you all will catch it lol Hope you enjoy and since updates aren't weekly just yet (I'm working on it) if you'd like my tag you on future updates please let me know and I'll start doing that next chapter. Thanks!

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why-bless-your-heart · 5 months

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Fun new kind of Dumb Protestant Question!

ie one asked for a friend who has no grounding in any Christian tradition and wants to not be disrespectful to Catholics or the Virgin Mary and fully expected very Protestant me to know the answer to her question!

But it is rather like the one I asked you about writing ficitonal miracles, and something like the one I asked about inventing ficitonal saints/orders so... here goes. My friend is writing a sicence fantasy book about an alternate history where, instead of a heavy Greek/gnostic influence on the early church there was a far, far greater Norst influence on the early church. Also there are plenty of fey/semi-supernatural beings about, and a pocket diminsion that is wrecking general havvoc. The church has a different name and such and having followed a different timeline. So in this alternate history there is an order of nuns, she is not quite setteld on their charter, but it is something like a focus on moral education. Imbuing the people around them with the concepts of forgiveness, hope, chairity ect, with the goal of guiding their souls heavenward. She is concerned about how she envisions the founding of this order. In the mythos of this world a (in universe very real) semi-supernatural being Freya is confronted (and redemed) by an apperation of the Virgin Mary. Freya then repents of claiming to be a god and focuses on leading souls to heaven, becoming the patron saint of the order of nuns in question. My friend is concerned that this set up might be...heretical? Blasphmous? Whatever the word is for an outsider meddling with holy ideas.

Anyway, as this kind of thing is essentially what the northern monks of the single digit centuries IRL did quite a bit, and there doing that is the reason we even have records of most of the Celtic and a lot of the Nordic myths, I didn't think it would be too terrible a transgression...but as I said, dumb protestant here. Care to drop in your two bits?

The way you describe it, this all sounds pretty fun and inoffensive.

Actually offensive would be 1. Attributing anything evil or imperfect to God, mocking or misrepresenting Him, 2. Setting Mary up as contrary to God or portraying her as sinful, 3. Misrepresenting/misusing the Eucharist or any of the other sacraments (see: the Catholic distress r.e. Brom Stoker’s abuse of consecrated hosts in Dracula), 4. Misrepresenting actual Catholic history, persons, and/or orders, mostly due to the black legends & anti-catholic sentiment that we have to deal with outside the realm of fiction already.

Having a semi-supernatural being who repents of her past sins and sets out in service to God is actually a very cool and pretty darn Christian idea. And given that this is already an alternate world/history story from the get-go, I’d say it sounds safe.

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