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fallenhunnyapple · 14 days

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Sketchy doodles for another AU. Details + a bonus in under the cut

An Angel Lucifer appears in Heaven. No one knows why he's there or how he got there, but it doesn't seem as though the Lucifer in Hell has been replaced, this is just a whole second Lucifer. His memories only seem to go so far as the early days of Eden. Days where he was friends with the First Humans but before he had developed any sort of relationship or even real feelings for Lilith.

Adam, sort of shaken but also sort of Eager to reconnect with his first friend and the more pleasant memories of Eden, advocates to let him Stay. This Lucifer hasn't done anything, he doesn't even know about the Tree of Knowledge and it's not like Eden exists anymore for him to try it anyway. Lucifer is granted the ability to live in Heaven, but Adam will have to be responsible for him. Adam agrees and now has to watch over a Naive and Friendly Lucifer.

Lute is Less than Thrilled. She doesn't like that Lucifer is always around and she doesn't Trust him, even if Adam seems to. She does eventually warm up to him, but given her personality it doesn't really seem like she does. But Lucifer notices and he considers her a good friend. He ends up spending time with just her without Adam (she's basically angelsitting because Adam had other things to do) and they bond a bit and she's willing to accept that he's Not the Devil and that he's no more threatening than most non-exorcist Angels.

And once Heaven determines the same, he's tasked with Working with Emily to maintain the Happiness of Heaven's residents. Emily keeps an eye on him, but mostly they are both very positive personalities that play off each other well and they become fast friends. The first time he spent the day with Emily was the day of the first Extermination since Lucifer got there. Someone had to watch him while Lute and Adam were away. He doesn't know about the Exterminations (Most of Heaven doesn't so it's no surprise), and he doesn't even know about Hell. It was deemed... For the Best if he was kept in the dark about that. No one knows how he came to be and they don't want to risk anything happening because he finds out about the other version of him.

Lucifer is Very In Love with Adam. It wasn't immediately or anything. At first he was just really happy to have his best friend back, especially when everything was so different from how he remembered it, it'd been thousands of years after all. But he spent most of his time with Adam and anyone could tell you that Adam was less of a crass asshole with Lucifer around. Not by much, but enough to be noticeable. And over that time, Lucifer still saw a lot of who Adam was in Eden but also came to appreciate who he was (No one understands why)

It took a while before Adam was comfortable enough to take off his helmet around Lucifer. Sure he knew his human face, but he'd definitely changed over the years and his insecurities about his face were made Worse when Lucifer only knew him at his Best. Lucifer finally got to see him maskless one night when Adam let him see him before bed. And Lucifer was super smitten. Yes his face was Different, but not in a way Lucifer thought was bad. Adam definitely looked Older and Tired, but he thought it was Endearing instead of put off. After that he would sometimes watch Adam sleep-

Adam for his part is in emotional turmoil. Yes, he was in Love with Lucifer in the Garden. But completely against his better Judgement, his feelings have evolved and he's in love with the King of Hell. He's reluctant to think about Angel Lucifer that way because he represents a simpler and more innocent time and he doesn't want to corrupt that with new feelings.

Lucifer eventually confides in Lute about his feelings and she tells him that 1) Adam isn't into men and 2) He doesn't do committed relationships. It won't end well for him if he tells Adam. Lucifer is hurt but appreciates her honesty. He decides to tell him anyway because it's getting hard to keep it all to himself when he's around him everyday.

Well, the confession goes about the way Lute said it would. Adam tells him he doesn't like dudes and he doesn't hold it against him because who wouldn't want a piece of him? But they're still friends, that won't change. Lucifer already braced for it and it hurts but he accepts that answer. The only thing is, now that its out in the open, his friendly nature is So Much Easier to read as him pining and him being in love. So Adam has to just deal with Lucifer's love being thrown at him every day. The behavior hasn't changed Too Much, but his understanding of it has. But other people of Heaven definitely Know. Its so obvious to them that Lucifer is in Love with Adam. Some people criticize Adam for leading Lucifer along and bad mouth him. Lucifer doesn't like hearing anyone talk poorly about his best friend and will chastise and scold them.

It's finally when some winner/angel tells Lucifer he should get Adam flowers (as a joke, they think it would be funny because Adam doesn't have an ounce of Romance in his whole body) that things change. Lucifer does get him flowers! And he gives them to him when they're alone and Adam has removed his helmet. This is the first time Lucifer has been Proactive about his feelings and Adam doesn't have the cover of his Mask to hide his true reactions, so he can't deny how the gesture affects him. He was really only ever able to keep himself in check about his feelings for Lucifer because Lucifer wasn't Doing anything different. He wasn't Pursuing him. But now? Now he can't deny it anymore. Lucifer asks for a kiss and he gets it.

Bonus:

As an Angel, Lucifer didn't know or understand much about sex. It was meant for Reproduction and Angels reproduce asexually so he had no interest in it. It was a thing for the creatures of Earth to have, not Angels. So he has No Idea it's a recreational thing and despite the fact that he knows Adam and Lute fuck around regularly, he just Really doesn't understand why and they don't explain it either. So after Lucifer and Adam are together, Lucifer wants to understand Better and discovers the fact that it is, in fact, something that can be done Recreationally and its supposed to Feel Good. So, of course, he wants to experience that with his new Boyfriend. Let him learn what all the fuss is about~

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issacballsac · 10 months

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“Being Best-friends with Dante Sparda„

Being a son of Sparda doesn’t mean he doesn’t have time to fool around with you ! Gender neutral human reader

Teenage Years | DMC3

Being the massive flirt he is he’ll most likely try and flirt with you upon meeting

Seeing as his twin brother is currently trying to kill him and take his necklace he’ll keep your first conversation short and leave you with his number

After literal Hell on Earth he’ll remember to give you a call

Y’all click instantly…he’s also just a really easy person to get along with but we’ll just ignore that

Now we all know he STAYS broke so either you pay for a meal or y’all are taking a walk in the park somewhere

Getting him to actually talk about himself is pretty difficult

Give him space and he’ll open up about deeper things in his life eventually especially things that concern his demon half(brother, childhood, etc.)

He does enjoy throwing compliments everywhere so expect daily words of praise whether it be sarcastic, goofy, exaggerated, or sincere praise

If you like to compliment as well it’ll be like the most sickening bromance ever

If your still in school DO NOT go to him for homework help

He’ll hype you up for sure but if you need genuine academic help just get a tutor💀

Would be genuinely upset if you made a joke regarding his white hair bro would get hella moody and claim you aren’t friends anymore

If you have a part time job you can BET he’s gonna ask for some bread

Not exactly outright but he’ll allude to it like..

“You remember all the damage those demon guys did to my shop? Yeah…it’s gonna cost A TON to repair it by myself…”

“Are you hungry? Well I heard about this new pizza spot that WE should totally tryout 😁.”

If you like to make clothes/jewelry/accessories he’ll totally wear it

Refuses to let you mess with his hair until like two years into knowing each other

Takes pride in his looks and you should too! Self care! Ofc you’re paying for any and all expenses🫶

Glorified sugar daddy😭

If you live with your parents…so does he

Congratulations you have a new brother 🩰

If you don’t he’ll offer to be roommates so he can get a cheaper rent

You’ll definitely meet Lady she is absolutely appalled at how you tolerate him constantly sarcastically ofc she knows he’s a good guy

If you’re into video games he’ll play with you granted he doesn’t have the money to pay for a game console so it’ll be on whatever console you have

Once he’s in your life he’s never leaving literally.

A best-friend for a lifetime

Adult Years

He probably saved you from some demons

Like if you met him in his teenage year he’d def start flirting

What can I say he stays true to himself

His personality would never change regardless of his aging

Still the same wacky woohoo pizza man we know and love

Thinks you look hot and invites you on a date which quickly just turns into a hangout after the LACK of romance

Still finds hanging with you to be fun and keeps a friendship

Even after establishing a friendship he still flirts here and there—force of habit

Would definitely teach you how to ride a motorcycle if you didn’t already know

More willing to let you mess with his hair

Like put it in pigtails or tie it up/braid it

Introduced you to the whole DMC gang

Now depending on the time period he’ll tell you about Vergil and his upbringing

He would totally tell you all about it after the events of DMC5 after he returns ofc!

I feel like he’s an animal guy so if you have any pets they’re now his pets too

Co-parenting core🩰

If you’re an artist he’ll be your muse/reference material any day

Loves the attention

Drunk dance nights

Karaoke too he doesn’t have the best singing voice but it’s not the worst

Since he’s a devil hunter he goes on missions a lot and seeing as you don’t want to get your shit rocked you stay behind

Cherishes every moment spent together and will make sure you know that

You always take him with you on vacations

How could you not???

He appreciates if you chip in helping him pay off his MASSIVE FUCKING DEBT

He doesn’t expect you to though

Despite being broke he stays stylish and if you asked would help you with fashion

Ofc he isn’t like BIG on fashion but cmon have you seen his looks? He dabbles

Immediately sees you after missions and starts ranting about the entire thing

“Can you believe it?! So obviously I shot that nasty bitch and it had the nerve to explode all over my jacket! It died so I can’t even get it to pay for a new one!”

“Don’t worry about why I smell like this worry about the fact that Trish totally took MY commission!”

Very dramatic but laid back too if that makes sense

Calls you cheesy nicknames that I will not elaborate on use your imagination 🗣️🫶

Enjoys live music and will go with you to concerts if you like

Shows you his demon form if you’re interested

Whatever your hobby is he’ll be interested

Would make sure nothing ever bad happened to you regarding devils ofc

Best bros for life and in death🫡

#devil may cry #dmc devil may cry #dmc x you #dmc x reader #dante x reader #dante x you #gn reader #x male reader #x female reader #x gn reader #x gender neutral reader #dante sparda #beingdantesfriend #platonic #platonic headcanons #dmc headcanons #fanfic #fanfiction

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strangefable · 8 months

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Tarot Pairs Tag

tagged by @inafieldofdaisies, @josephseedismyfather, @aceghosts, & @simplegenius042 to do this uquiz, thank you lovelies <3

Our Sins Make You Mine (Micah x John)

the devil + the emperor there's only one religion for the two of you, and that religion is the other. you two are very nearly unhealthily obsessed with one another, and that's just how you like it. when they touch you, they can feel the blood pumping under the surface of your skin. your hearts beat for one another. when the day comes that one stops, the other will soon after. until then, you both will live out your lives in perfect, gothy paradise

obsession, devotion, blood, and religion of one another, yeah this should come as no surprise to anyone. micah and john are completely obsessed with each other, and no matter how much they protest, they like it that way. they were made for each other; when micah first entered his life, john unwittingly molded her into his perfect mate. and when they parted, she grew to match him even more than he could've imagined. their reuniting is when they each finally realize that they were always one another's home. (they're only gothy in the sense that they're like morticia and gomez, only more unhinged)

Wolves Can't Tame Snakes (Lilith x Jacob)

ace of cups + ten of cups your romance is the love story that seems only possible in movies. it starts from a youthful first meeting, innocent. and from what may seem like a lifetime later, you both end up happily in union, perhaps even married! your coupling is the epitome of emotional fulfillment and devotion. neither of you thought you'd end up here, but damn if you aren't glad you did

from jacob's perspective, it was an innocent first meeting. in reality, she was coated in the blood of the man she'd just killed and was still sitting over, so. they're married long before either of them is happy about it (thanks joe), but they do eventually learn to appreciate and respect and even feel a kind of devotion. jacob gets there a lot sooner than lilith, though. their relationship is definitely a shock to both of them, but they do wind up happy in it, despite their best efforts

A Bartender and her Vicar (Lore x Max)

the tower + the lovers meeting this person shook your whole world. crumbling down is everything you thought you knew about life and love. their warmth, their generosity, their naivete, their knowing...! you don't know how anything made sense before them. all you know is that nothing will make sense afterwards

oh boy, yes. lore stomped into that mission and both their worlds collided in violent, unmistakable, irrevocable sparks. they challenged each other and changed each other to their very cores. she traversed space and time to find him, unknowingly. fate had a hand in them, but in the end it was their desire to choose each other that created the bonds that saw them through. their worlds collided and became one, like the creation of planets

But She Was Mine First (Lilith x [Redacted])

the two of cups + the star your romance is a wish granted. finally, finally, they're here. finally, *it's* here! the time where you don't have to feel lonely anymore - you'll never feel that way ever again. laughter, joy, sweetness, kisses - be at ease. all of these are things you have found someone to share with. your love is a dreamy fantasy of love and devotion and miracles. at first, your chest gets too tight when they're around - until they become as natural as the air in your lungs

these two are young love personified, so most of this is fitting, except for the 'finally' part. they're everything that is soft, sweet, innocent, puppy love. until she ruins it and lives to regret it. life has some surprises coming for them, though

Fuck Around Burn It All Down (Micah x [Redacted])

knight of pentacles + the magician if there's something you want, you will GET IT. nothing escapes your fingertips. after all, you're the power couple. your pairing sparks pure cosmic energy. you're fiercely driven to your goals - whether that be status, fortune, or power. you're also fiercely protective of one another. with the knight's earthy energy, you both prefer to purposefully make your way towards your ambitions, rather than playing cards too early or acting too loosely. meanwhile, the magician's half makes gives you a little fire. if they get too close, onlookers and threats to your relationship may get burned

oh hot diggity DAMN does this fit. every word is exactly on the money. they are definitely a powerhouse power couple. but don't expect anyone else to benefit from it

passing no pressure tags along to: @direwombat, @legally-a-bastard, @thisisrigged4, @adelaidedrubman, @henbased, @roofgeese, @florbelles, @harmonyowl, @chazz-anova, @socially-awkward-skeleton, @shallow-gravy, @jillvalentinesday, @cassietrn, @poisonedtruth, @marivenah, @voidika, @unholymilf, @confidentandgood, @v0idbuggy, @theelderhazelnut, @wrathfulrook, @trench-rot, @dumbassdep, @incognito-insomniac, @gayafsatan, @strafethesesinners, @turbo-virgins, @vampireninjabunnies-blog, @asexual-wizard, @g0dspeeed, @euryalex, @mars-colony, @damejudyhench @eclecticwildflowers, @redreart, @derelictheretic, @fourlittleseedlings, @clonesupport, @the-lastcall, @mediocre-life-span, @beemot, @silver-horse, @glitchinginthegarden, and YOU, please feel free to tag me <3

#thank you for tagging me <3 #micah hale #lilith mallory #lore jameson #ship: our sins make you mine #ship: wolves can't tame snakes #ship: a bartender and her vicar #ship: but she was mine first #ship: fuck around burn it all down

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kissingghouls · 1 year

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Let the Poison Spill

Chapter Eight - Wrong (ao3) // (previous chapter) // (list)

Cardinal Copia x Reader, Terzo x Reader

summary: Your routine in the Order is about to change. (3400 words)

tags: NSFW, MDNI, 18+, Copia x Reader, Terzo x Reader, Secret Society, Horror Themes, Blood, a tiny bit of magic?, more tags on ao3

Sister Imperator almost caught you.

It was one thing to be found outside of your room after curfew, but getting caught by Imperator would’ve meant explanations and punishments you couldn’t handle. You held your breath, waiting for her to pass while considering praying to every god and devil you could think of. The soft click of her kitten heels made their way down the hall and out of earshot before you let yourself breathe again.

It wasn’t like you were sneaking out for fun, you weren’t even granted that luxury anymore. Ever since that trip to the archives, you were doomed to spend the last few moments before first light with Secondo. As a grumpy, bossy, bitter old man he was hardly your first choice of companion. Secondo didn’t trust anyone as far as he could throw them—least of all you.

For the last few days, the two of you had been secretly meeting in various empty spaces of the abbey. Any quiet space served as a makeshift examination room, as though you were receiving regular checkups from a doctor. He fed you different tinctures and potions, some of which were the most disgusting things you’d ever had to choke down, but you received no sympathy from the stoic man. He’d watch you with his arms crossed over his chest and a deep frown setting creases in his forehead while absolutely nothing happened. There would be another ten minutes of him tearing through Ritual books in the hopes of finding out just what the hell was going on with you.

You were grateful for his help, of course, even if it did come at some odd magical cost. But he insisted everything stay private; he wouldn’t even let his own brother accompany you on these little visits. Apparently, he trusted Terzo even less than you, so there was no one around to hold your hand while Secondo drew your blood day after day.

“Sit still, Sorella,” he grumbled harshly.

You were trying. You were really trying, but the needle burned under your skin. You could have sat still if he didn’t have you perched on a desk built for an eight year old or let someone comfort you through all this. Just as Terzo wasn’t welcome to join you, you weren’t “allowed” to tell anyone else, not Mary and definitely not Copia. You began to suspect if Terzo hadn’t been Papa he would be left completely in the dark.

The only shining spot was how amused Secondo had been when he heard about Terzo and Omega’s outbursts. It was the only time the old man had offered you anything close to relief with a throwaway comment that Quintessence Ghouls—Omega in particular—had a flair for the dramatic.

When he finished, you pushed the sleeve of your habit down before hopping off the desk. Secondo busied himself placing drop after drop of your blood into concoctions he refused to tell you anything about. He waved you off dismissively, practically shooing you from the room.

It was a long walk from the Ministry Academy to the library. The pathway that led back to the main building had been cleared of snow overnight, the morning sun already working at whatever places the shovels had missed. The sidewalk was wet with slush, the mounds of snow framing the trail leaking thick rivers onto the pavement. The spiderweb pattern of pathways cut a deep trench through the piles of snow framing the edges of the grass. You didn’t have the chance to explore much of the grounds between your baptism and the ever-unfolding mysteries of the Order. Aside from the Academy, most of the other buildings dotting the hill remained unknown.

You really hoped someone would give you a straight answer about something soon.

“Wow, you like shit,” Mary said dryly as you dropped into the uncomfortable seat across from him. Mary looked like he always did, of course. But it was hard for anyone to see dark circles under your eyes when your face was painted like a skull.

You didn’t bother hiding the exaggerated eye roll or the glare that followed, shooting a hateful look across the office. He wasn’t wrong; not that you’d ever admit it. You knew your eyes were sunken and red and your cheeks were puffy no matter what you’d tried.

Sleep had been the furthest thing from your mind lately, a distant wish you weren’t sure you could have managed even with a sedative. Not with the ever growing list of threats you now had to deal with. Injury-causing nightmare. Lake monsters. Angry, suspicious Ghouls.

Your life was getting so fucking weird.

Having the body of the Anti-Pope curled protectively around you as he snored didn’t help either.

“Well? Let’s hear it,” Mary started, crossing his arms over his chest. He looked at you expectantly, one eyebrow raised like they were about to hear the greatest story ever told.

“What?” you grumbled, reaching for a cup of coffee that had become too cold to drink long before you made it to the library.

“What’s your brilliant excuse for waltzing in late with no sleep?” Mary pinned you with an expectant look, head tilted to the side enough that is hair fell over his eyes.

“I—” Your mouth went dry immediately. Even if you could explain, you weren’t sure how much information you were allowed to share.

“I don’t have an excuse, Mary,” you finally admitted with a shake of your head. You could pin the whole thing on Terzo, or Secondo, or the monster in the lake, but you’d still be late for work. It really wasn’t Mary’s business where you’d slept or where you’d been. “But I am sorry.”

Mary sighed and pushed an old, heavy book toward you. He settled back, sizing you up before he spoke. “Look, I know it’s none of my business,” he started slowly and held up his hands in surrender. “But for the time being you should tell whoever you’re fucking to not keep you up all night.”

“What?” you squeaked, nearly choking on your coffee.

“Kitten, believe me I’m all for whatever you’ve got going on. But this shit?” He tapped the book in front of you. “You can’t take it lightly.”

You looked down at the weathered, old text. “What is this?”

“They’re Rituals,” he said flatly. “If you want me to be able to teach you—the thing about ritual work—it’s all tied to your emotional state. So, if you’re not sleeping, if you’re not taking care of yourself, you could get seriously hurt.”

“Mary, I was a little late for work. I don’t think you need to be worried—"

“I’m saying this shit is dangerous. For all of us,” he snapped. He heaved out a heavy breath and shook his head. “I don’t know. Maybe I should be worried. I’m not exactly thrilled that we’re already approaching the subject. Clearly, you’re not ready for this, but Sister Imperator didn’t really leave any room for argument—”

“Sister Imperator?”

He groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose. “She came to see me—well, more accurately she fucking tracked me down last night in the catacombs and basically demanded I start teaching you ritual work. Which, listen, I am more than happy to do, but this…this isn’t nearly enough time.”

You slumped against the back of the chair. “I don’t understand any of this. Why would she come to you about me?”

“About both of us, Kitten.” He paused, chewing the corner of his lip as he searched for the right words. “The Order is…planning something and whatever it is she clearly wants you and me to be a part of it.”

“Let me guess—a secret, important Ritual?”

He narrowed his eyes. “Apparently not so secret?”

You rolled your eyes in return. “Relax, I heard about it from a friend.”

“You must have friends in high places,” Mary grumbled. They perked up and looked around the room before leaning forward and whispering, “Is it Secondo? Are you sleeping with Secondo?”

“Even if I was, do you think I’d tell you?”

“It’s probably better if you don’t sleep with him. That dude parties. Also, he’s allegedly super terrified of commitment.”

“Wow. Remind me to never tell you anything.”

“Tell me or don’t, Kitten,” he said with an easy shrug. “But I’ll warn you, secrets like that don’t secret for very long in this place. Sooner or later, everyone will know your business.”

“People in a secret society can’t keep their mouths shut?”

He laughed. “Not about sex. But if you don’t want to gossip, we should get to work.”

Mary made a show of retrieving a key from the drawer in his desk, somehow shoving it into the pocket of their tight jeans. He motioned for you to follow, leading you to that same small room with the elevator that led to the archives. He was practically bouncing on his heels, excited to finally have a chance to show you the great chamber below. You didn’t have the heart to tell him you’d already been down there. With a smile, you followed him into the tiny cage and waited quietly as it rattled down the cable to the floors below.

“Kinda thought you’d be a little excited,” he said as the two of you reached the bottom.

“I am, I am. I’m just tired. This is amazing, Mary. Thank you.”

“You’re a shitty liar,” he snorted. “Your fancy friend already brought you down here, huh?”

You shrugged as he shoved you out of the elevator.

“I’m gonna figure it out, you know,” he warned. “Not many people have a key to the archives.”

“Can’t be that special if you have one,” you teased.

“Finally, she bites back!” he said and fondly tousled your hair. “You wanna start with a summoning?”

Rituals were far less exciting than Mary had led you to believe. All their threats about danger played on your mind as you shuffled through book after book in a chilly corner of the archives. It had been days of extensive research leading to blurred vision every night as you trudged back to your dorm to collapse. Mary warned you it would only get worse.

The long days left you no time for yourself, let alone anyone else. There were no more notes left on your bed or summons to the Cardinal’s office. Even Secondo’s check-ups had stopped. You barely saw anyone but Mary between breakfast and bed. You wouldn’t have had the strength to keep up with whatever game the members of the clergy were trying to play against each other anyway.

There was a silver lining to the endless streak of exhaustion. That horrible nightmare had not yet repeated itself. Instead, you were left dreamless each night, a blank void of nothing taking the place of the strange and vivid images that usually filled your nights.

The bruises on your arms and legs slowly faded. The angry red scrapes around your hips had also healed, making that particular secret a little easier to keep and carry. It didn’t stop Secondo from eyeing you suspiciously any time you crossed his path, but that was much easier to handle than the hateful looks Omega shot you any time he could. They were so blatant Mary’s friends had noticed the animosity from across the dining hall, but you didn’t have any satisfactory answers to their questions. You didn’t have satisfactory answers to your own questions.

There was an extensive section on Ghouls in the archives, but it was hard to explore under the ever-curious eye of your mentor. You were supposed to focus on the task at hand, but how were you supposed to clear your mind and fill it with incantations while the Order continued to deny the one thing they’d promised you? Mary had finally had enough when you managed to start that third fire, sending you away to cool off mentally and physically.

Your fingertips hovered over the titles in the section you’d been trying to run through for days. There was no way you’d be able to concentrate with so many questions bouncing around in your head. You knew the reason your rituals weren’t producing results had very little to do with your lack of talent or training, but the idea of telling Mary everything was just as unsettling. He gave up trying to figure out what was distracting you several days ago, or so you thought.

“Alright, spill,” he demanded.

“Fuck!” you shouted, nearly dropping the book you were inspecting. You turned to find Mary behind you leaning against the stacks with his arms crossed. Devious little shit.

“You’ve been far more interested in Ghouls than Rituals, so tell me what’s really going on.”

You hung your head. “Maybe I’m just curious.”

“If that was the case you would’ve just asked, Kitten. This is…something that’s scaring you.”

You sighed, letting your shoulders slump as you rested your head against the shelf. “Something happened the other day,” you admitted. “I haven’t been able to figure out what it was or who to ask. I don’t even really know how to explain it.”

“Hey,” he said softly and moved closer. “Whatever it is, we’ll handle it, ok?”

“I don’t even know where to start,” you mumbled, shaking your head. “Omega doesn’t like me. That’s obvious by now, yeah?”

Mary nodded. “It has been brought up a couple of times.”

“A few nights ago, he grabbed my arm and…I don’t know…he did something. Then he started screaming at Terzo, telling him I’m ‘wrong.’”

“What do you mean wrong?” Mary asked loudly.

You reached out and smacked his arm. Hard. “Keep your voice down. I don’t know what he meant. He was just upset and then he was in Terzo’s room and Terzo,” you paused to let out a breath. “He yelled back at him, and he was so angry. He grabbed him by the throat and threatened him.”

Mary raised an eyebrow. “And why were you in Papa’s room?”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Mary. That’s your takeaway?”

“I’m just surprised! For what it’s worth, Omega’s never really liked sharing him, but he’s never attacked anyone over it. As far as I know—”

“You are focused on all the wrong things.”

“No, no, I’ve got it. The lake tried to drown you, you’ve pissed off Omega, and you’re fucking Papa. Are you trying to fill out a bingo card or something?”

“That’s not fair, Mary.”

“You might want to get used to it, Kitten. What do you think is going to happen when the rest of the abbey finds out what you’ve been up to?”

“This is exactly why I didn’t tell you—”

“Sister Imperator,” Mary said a little too loud, their body straightening at the sight of the nun.

“Mary,” she said flatly, nodding as you turned to face her. “Sister, might I borrow you for a second?”

You swallowed your argument and forced a smile. “Of course, Sister Imperator.”

“I’ll keep working on this,” Mary called after you, but it failed to comfort you.

Sister Imperator’s mouth made a straight line as she punched the buttons in the elevator. She didn’t say anything as the cage rattled and creaked its way above ground. The harsh grind of the breaks, a high-pitched squeal pierced your brain as the car jerked to a stop. She remained silent as she made her exit, pausing only momentarily to make sure you followed.

She led you out of the library and through the gilded halls of the abbey. The touches of gold glittered in the sunlight, a fresh shine someone had to rub into them each day. In the main hall, the white eye of Papa Emeritus III followed you across the marble floor as you struggled to keep up with the nun. She moved quickly, taking two steps for each of yours as she powerwalked toward her office.

The room hadn’t changed in the passing weeks, the dark wood still warmed by the touch of firelight. But this time Ghouls did not occupy the room. Cardinal Copia turned toward the doorway as Imperator opened the door and ushered you through.

Fuck.

The Cardinal remained stone-faced, eyes widening only slightly at the sight of you. It was enough of a gesture to tell you he didn’t know what this was about either. You weren’t exactly sure what would happen if Imperator had found out about the two of you. If it was even a problem.

You settled into the chair next to him, stomach turning as the nun took a seat at her desk with a groan.

“Seems I’ve found you both just in time,” she began cryptically. You dug your nails into the arm of the chair as she stared at you, an unmistakable look of disappointment in her eyes. “I should have known Mary wouldn’t take this seriously.”

“Sister,” Copia said softly. “Might I ask what this meeting is about?”

She sucked her teeth and narrowed her eyes at him. “Well, if you’d give me a moment, I could explain. Or do you have somewhere more important to be, Cardinal?”

“No, Sister. Mi dispiace,” he replied solemnly. His jaw tensed, muscles flexing as he grinded his teeth to keep quiet.

She leaned back in her chair, a sick satisfaction on her face. Folding her hands on the desk, the nun eyed you both before she spoke again. “Cardinal, you will teach the new Sister the Rituals.”

Copia’s jaw dropped in confusion. “Mary is her mentor.”

“Mary can’t handle the responsibility,” she snapped. “If they want to dick around in the archives, they can do so alone. I expect results from you, Cardinal. Quickly.”

He looked back and forth between the two of you. “Sister, it is dangerous—”

“Cardinal, if I wanted to hear excuses, I would’ve asked your opinion. It’s not up for debate, for either of you. You will instruct the girl and Sister, you will do as he says.”

He huffed out a defeated sigh. “Yes, Sister Imperator.”

“Good. That’s all,” she said with a dismissive wave of her hand.

You blinked, watching as Sister Imperator snapped a pen from her desk and started writing, immediately forgetting either of you were there.

The Cardinal stood and offered you a hand, his eyes trained on the ground. You let him help you to your feet, his fingers soft and warm in the absence of his gloves. He gave your hand a soft squeeze before dropping it to follow you out of Imperator’s office.

“Well, Mary’s going to be pissed,” you said quietly once you’d made it far enough away from the nun’s office.

“I suspect Mary will have their own part to play in this soon. As will you,” Copia replied tersely.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing, Sorella.” He shook his head and turned his gaze on you. “It is nice to see you again, dolcezza.”

You felt your cheeks heat up, skin going pink with his words. “I’ve been here the whole time.”

He cracked a smile. “Apparently, you’ve been in the basement playing with Mary.”

“That is such bullshit, you know? We’ve been studying this whole time. Mary was doing exactly what she asked.”

“I think you’ll find Sister Imperator only cares for her version of the truth.”

“You really do let her talk to you like that, don’t you?”

“You haven’t been here long, Sorella, but I can assure you it is not worth arguing with her.”

“That doesn’t mean I have to like it.”

He smirked. “Do you care about my feelings, dolce?”

“Maybe.”

He searched the hallway before bringing a hand to your face, gently swiping a thumb over your cheek. “It is sweet of you to worry, but I can assure you nothing Imperator says or does can hurt me.”

You nodded once and leaned into the Cardinal’s touch. “I still don’t have to like it.”

“I—”

Copia jerked his hand away as the sound of footsteps rounded the corner. Two Ghouls breezed past, neither paying much attention to you or the Cardinal. He shifted away from you, shaking his head at your raised eyebrow. The Ghouls pushed through a door at the end of the hall, but Copia kept his distance.

“Meet me in an hour at my quarters?” he asked softly.

“You don’t waste any time, huh?”

He smiled and shook his head. “I have rituals to teach you, Sorella.”

“I’m so sorry. I thought—”

He pushed a strand of hair behind your ear as he leaned in close. “Wear something comfortable.”

#my fics #my writing #cardinal copia x female reader #papa emeritus iii x female reader #copia x reader #terzo x reader #the band ghost fanfiction

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wttcsms · 1 year

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anyway, concept for my long one shot (at least 10k words) for tom riddle hehe. basically, reader belongs to the valentine family — a line of wizards and witches whose family specialty is love. according to family lore, the valentine family has been blessed by your great-great-great-(insert 10 more greats) grandfather who basically became known as the “father of love” or whatever. you’re not entirely too impressed considering that in his century, there probably wasn’t a whole lot going on, but because of this, dear old grandpa left quite a large pair of shoes to fill. as family tradition dictates, when any valentine youth is about to become of age, they must first accomplish a magical feat relating to love by valentine’s day or lose their right to belong to the valentine family. no longer belonging to the valentine family means no longer having access to maybe the most priceless grimoires and secrets in the whole wizarding world — and most importantly, the opportunity to live forever.

and it’s not just the continuously growing old and being a bag of breathing bones type of immortality. this is the eternal youth, staying hot and in your prime type of immortality. granted, you have to “find your true love and both have to completely submit their hearts to the other”, but if you’re performing a never-been-done-before magical feat using the power of love, you’re pretty sure finding true love will be a piece of cake.

but it’s the start of your seventh year and you still haven’t found out what you’re going to do. that is, until you stumble upon tom riddle, golden boy of hogwarts, confessing his love to some girl in the corridors. here’s the thing: you can sense love. in a true confession, it’s imbued in every word. and tom riddle might be a very convincing actor, but he can’t trick your annoying, valentine family™ love detector. suspicious of why someone as seemingly straight-laced as tom would go so far as to lying about his feelings leads you to going down a rabbit-hole and trying to figure out what’s his deal. consulting the good ol’ family teachings, you come to a startling conclusion: tom riddle is not capable of love.

cursed because of being conceived due to a love potion, tom riddle will never succumb to the ooey-gooey warm feeling of love that can sometimes be a curse in and of itself. and then it hits you: curses can be reversed; you just have to figure out how. and now you’ve got your special feat all planned out! you’re going to figure out how to reverse that nasty side effect and secure your position as a valentine.

having to coerce, blackmail, and make a deal with tom (who you’re starting to think might be the devil incarnate) was not in the plan, but all’s fair in love and war.

so, fave parts abt this fic: it’s def more of a romcom than the usual dark, depraved mood of some other fics, it’s definitely porn with plot, speaking of porn, tom is DEFINITELY a virgin (but a quick learner; definitely need a line of him being smug and saying “don’t worry, all the professors say i only need to practice something once before i master it”), being able to show the worst parts of yourself to someone and they still love you anyway, true love’s kiss™, overly ambitious gf x overly ambitious bf (you two definitely are always in constant competition with each other), the scene where tom meets your family (mind you, all of them ALSO possess the ability to detect love, wink wink, nudge nudge), hyper aware of everyone’s feelings BUT HER OWN!reader, he falls first (and doesn’t even realize it) + the one scene where you brew amortentia as a means of trying to detect any changes in tom’s feelings and this potion acts as a plot device to signal the growth of his feelings for YOU

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dimiclaudeblaigan · 7 months

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Really wish this was explored a bit more for Lorenz's character.

Like, we know he doesn't like the situation, but I feel like VW doesn't focus enough on this as far as Lorenz's personal character.

Claude here says "naturally", meaning he understands and takes for granted that this is how the situation had to be. Gloucester was under constant threat, and both Lorenz and Erwin put their people above anything else. They couldn't risk letting them get hurt if the Empire invaded because they refused to submit. So, Claude knows how bad things are for Gloucester and understands that its leaders don't like the situation they're in.

Still though, Lorenz is very proud of his position as what he basically sees as a defender of his people/lands. Being essentially told "become a vassal to the Empire or die" didn't go over well with him, particularly seen in AM when he makes it clear he's having thoughts about fighting back against the Empire but knows it's reckless to do so at the current time, and only is able to change his mind when he sees that the Kingdom is clearly now capable of throwing a wrench fast and hard into imperial rule.

In AM he says he will convince his father to fight back now that they have the ability to do so due to the Kingdom's actions. It makes it feel like he had anger toward the situation, and he also sounds the part. In VW I feel like there's more exposition on the topic than how he feels directly about it. Is he angry? Afraid/nervous? Does he have this impulse to fight back fast and hard but knows he can't yet?

I guess I would've just liked to see more of him and Erwin having some kind of plan, like pretending Lorenz went rogue and joined Claude's army while Erwin was pretending to submit. Since this is Lorenz's home route, imo there should've been a deeper role for him here. I don't get as much of a sense of urgency and unease in this route as opposed to Lorenz at the bridge in AM. It feels more... calm/passive? But in AM it feels like he's more desperate to free Gloucester of Imperial rule and just... couldn't.

It's definitely there, but again, it's mostly explaining the situation and not telling us much about how Lorenz himself feels. It feels like they he's a character sometimes and more of just a story explaining object in the second half of VW. That's not entirely the case, but often he's used for story exposition (even when Claude is explaining his dreams/goals to everyone, he's just the person who is there to bounce the devil's advocate topics off him more than have his own personal say in the situation) and not really fully treated as an individual.

anyway what im saying is justice for lorenz bc he deserves it

#DCB Three Houses Run #I do think Hopes really improved upon Lorenz as a person rather than just a story beat #but it's a shame that in his true home route (VW) that it doesn't feel quite as much like that

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so is amma a changeling/dopplerganger? or is she actually a tiefling? and like how old is she did she study away was she always in the cult like sorry im really interested in her... bewitched me body and soul etc

okay i rambled and took like 4 days to answer this so UNDER THE CUT

she is a tieflingggggg and that's what she's sticking with! if/when she does 'change shape' or w/e its a uhhh . spell. i forgot the name of it. disguise shape spell LMAO. but its only got a handful of variations compared to like. the mask of the shapeshifter yknow. okay so my like concept of amma and the winding water is that when "amity the first" is sent to investigate some like bhaalist pop up, bc its been a while since theyve been active but hey you cant trust a bhaalist. the first however convinces these like weeping devoted weirdo bhaalists that shes one of them, dives into the water and retrieves a babe from the like long dead watery remains of bhaal, but it's not really a child. like just some sort of . ok im losing words i was gonna say jellybean LOL but like equivalent of holding a very warm piece of light in hand. like divinity. and it's the weirdest thing for the first because bhaal literally wrecked personal havoc for a good few hundred years, pre and post death, and he's technically still dead by this point too when like they shouldn't be finding anymore spawn really popping up (or at least ones with enough divinity to warrant watching over in case of death and then resurrection of father dearest). but the divinity is warm and small and sweet, nothing like what the first had experienced with the crisis. and when the first like breaks through the surface of the river with a child pulled from bhaal's remains, it more than anything puts a good amount of fear back into them.

because the gods are Very Real, still, apparently, despite the spellplague and troubles causing all kinds of havoc around them. the first gets to the shore with this child who is not a child but is all at once, just a formation of river remains, bone, blood, weeds.

but this not-child opens its eyes and looks at her and as it grows, the first starts to notice it resembles her. not completely, there are some things that even the weirdness but also lack of magic can't replace when someone is created from their father's bones. yet horns grow, and a tail, and the child is a tiefling, by all accounts. the child is kind of hers.

as for like. how amma gets Educated™ and shizz, raised by the first and primistresses. introduced to maiming biting killing etc. definitely comes into her magic girl moment early as well, divine soul and all that (but evul!). amma is a weird quiet kid, takes well to like. everything outside the bhaalist attempts to foster their perfect little bhaalspawn considering it failed the last few times. attends like idk random ass colleges or like academies for one yr or smth. just randomly appears in the back of a class, learns, leaves. i would think it would be hilarious if she was at blackstaff academy in neverwinter and gale was there too at some point LMAO like lets start that rivalry off early. as far as like 'adopted' by another family goes, that did happen kind of, but she was also introduced to other bhaalist peers like torlin silvershield (who assisted with bringing back bhaal rip to gorions ward ig), thalamra vanthampur (funded the dead three when elturel was pulled into the hells), nysene eomane, rillyn family and other mostly devil worshipping families because its baldurs gate. you can throw a stone and like not 3ft from you hit someone who rly shouldnt worship a dang devil or god like.

granted she's not living this upper city lifestyle - these people are coming to the lower city, her domain. not an assassin for hire, but like, easy to bait and intrigue. is Known™ to some people but like do they want to know about her? probably not. especially when they see her collection of preserved. idk. eyeballs? spleens? choose a body part?

but amma is mostly just idling her and studying and picking up skills around the place, doing some sightseeing, maybe some unfortunate stabbing. the first kind of does try to get her into like. a family or two while amma is a wee child but there are uncontrollable urges and then combined with the blend of a child's emotional reaction and sharp objects and loud noises, it just becomes best for this kid to not be fostered. THERE WERE GOOD TIMES but there were also more bad than good. which is unfortunate and the first adds it to a long list of regrets. but amma pretty much starts going to these places and doing these things in her teens, well until what she remembers as like her late 20s early 30s, before returning to the temple of bhaal in baldurs gate. taking over. you come to me on the day of my daughter's wedding (has no daughter). freshly slaughtered class blood all over her and then like takes control of the bhaalist temple.

fucks around. finds out. in her downtime honestly still finds herself picking up books and whatever - debates attending lectures and the like at public forums. goes to a museum. looks at the sculptures. uses one for a weapon. moves on. culture !

#replies #oc: amma #i dew not know if this answered ur question. s? i rambled

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Hot Take!

Argit definitely should've been a 3rd Protagonist in Omniverse alongside Ben and Rook

Just hear me out, Argit's character bounces off so well against Ben and Rook's characters

He is a PERFECT foil to Rook.

-Both are Aliens who live on Earth but while Rook is clearly a Fish out of Water, Argit already seems to know well about Earth Culture and blends right into it

-Rook is a "By-the-Book" Cop who has a very Black and White sense of Morality, while Argit is a Sleezy Conman and is in the Grey Area of Morality (granted it's a rather dark shade of Grey but it's still Grey nonetheless)

-Rook is an Alien based on Cats and other Felines while Argit is an Alien based on Rats and other Rodents

Ben could be a perfect balance between the two. While Ben is a Hero, he is also kinda a dick tbh.

Rook and Argit could play roles like being the Angel and Devil on Ben's shoulders.

And I just think Argit and Ben's interactions are funny lol

Anon I am gonna agree with you for the following reasons-

I've been saying for a while that the story overall would've been improved if he'd been the one to join Team Tennyson rather then Kevin. You'd have to make him a lighter shade of morally grey (personally I'd do it by leaning more into the sort've characterization we got in the Rooters Arc, where he's shown as more loyal and courageous even if the bar is low) but it would avoid the rushing of Kevin's change to a 'good' character while still allowing him to be in the show, remove what I still hold is a poorly done romantic subplot or at least force it to be done differently, add an alien to the cast earlier without having to go 'everything is aliens so technically', and as you said, at least halfway, his interactions with the Tennysons are still plenty amusing and leave room for some interesting dynamics.

The fact Argit and Rook aren't played against each other more pains me. Because as you said they could be made into good foils but also the 'new immigrant to a strange land and established immigrant to that land' dynamic could be so good. Plus you get the option of the more inexperienced Rook as compared to the more worldly Argit (Rook went from a backwoods planet where his connection with the rest of the galaxy was via radio to the Academy and then to Earth, meanwhile what we see of Argit starts out in the Null Void, travels the galaxy with Kevin, and then comes to Earth (which also is 100% why he's better with Earth stuff than Rook- he had years travelling with an Earth native and then a few years living on Earth before OV starts, while Rook has nothing but Ben's file and whatever info the ethernet has on the planet to go off at OV start)). This stuff could be very well played with.

Plus, a point of the foil scale you didn't mention- Argit's belief that you shouldn't try to make your partner someone they're not (including just accepting sudden changes in behavior just because they fit what you want them to be) as compared to Rook's desire in early OV for Ben to meet his expectations, to the extent that when Ben is swapped with he ignores the red flags because 'Ben' is acting more like what Rook wanted him to be. Could be interesting to have that as a running thing in the background, Rook's disappointment vs Argit's acceptance, before it comes to a head in that episode.

Also, because you know how people are with narrative foils, the chaos that would erupt between Rook/Argit fans (you know they'd happen) vs Rook/Ben fans (which already fucking happened). Actually thinking about it it'd probably be more Ben/Argit fans circling the tags opposite Rook/Ben fans, because this fandom puts shipping Tennysons above any other ship in existence, but the three options would dominate and be a complete mess. I dread and yearn for the shipping maps people would come up with.

-Seriously, it opens so many options there that the fandom would've gone absolutely ass over tits wild. It'd have been total anarchy. We got a bit of a mess when it was Gwevin and Benlie vs Bevin, can you imagine this?

Then you get the opening for more Argit background, which more background for characters is always a good thing, and since OV was bigger into worldbuilding we'd have probably gotten more info on his species. You can even get episodes contrasting him and Rook and how they got to the places they are in life (the farmboy from a strict conservative culture who heard stories of heroics and decided to leave home to pursue them, becoming a cop due to his hero's association and probably also because his upbringing made the cop thing seem like a Good vs the homeless and family-less child who presumably first turns to crime due to lack of options and then grows to fit that mold due to his young age at start). (even if Argit had anything pre-Rooters, he sure as fuck only had Kevin after, and Kevin we know is in that position) (and hey opening for more about their relationship)

And of course you get the interactions as a trio, as you said Rook being the Lawful Good influence and Argit the Neutral Evil (probably working towards true neutral) influence to Ben's Neutral Good. Plus, you also get the Sliding Scale of Alien Knowledge- from Argit's 'I am an alien and I've been living among a wide variety species if not my whole life than for over half a decade' to Ben's 'I have canonically about three/four years experience becoming and fighting a wide variety of species' to Rook's 'I am an alien and have been living among a wide variety of alien species for maybe a year, probably a matter of months'. Group arguments, group agreements (sometimes of the most unlikely sort), two guys ganging up to tease the third, a running gag of Argit lamenting that Ben and Rook are wasting themselves on fucking law enforcement. An episode where Argit and Rook both have fleas and spend it arguing about who gave them to who. And episode where they both confront Ben on his tendency towards speciest comments and that get handled. The fucking Rooters arc and what changes there. And the appearance of Argit 10 in the multiverse episodes would take on an entirely new common view (closer to my own because come on Paradox was only bringing them to Good Bens), he may have even joined the group there.

Just, it could've been very fun and very interesting. But no, we can't have joy in our lives.

#achi rambles #i think this deserves the tag don't you?#the show would've been better with argit as a lead i've said it and will continue to say it #argit 10 for morally neutral at worst

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yanderes-of-inkwell · 2 years

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What is your opinion about Chef Saltbaker? I think he has a lot of yandere potential, seeing his fight even his introduction before this I can tell how twisted he can be (despite the epilogue) I think the fight against him was a little more scary than against the Devil, not only because of the music but because of the actions he took on those "ingredients" that had a life of their own

I really like him! Even though I saw his plot twist coming from a mile away, I still thoroughly enjoyed his character, and I was pleasantly surprised to see that he was redeemed in the end. Honestly, I’d say he’s become one of my favourite characters.

However, while I do agree that he has a lot of yandere potential, I’m not quite sure what to make of his character yet. I’m sure that will change as more information is released about the bosses, but right now I’m uncertain.

At first I thought he was simply a good guy who let power go to his head, a theory which is supported by the lyrics to A Chef’s Coda, but then I saw his basement and that completely threw me for a loop. It shattered my original theory, because its presence implies that he’s been evil since long before the events of the DLC, and had been lying the entire time.

So, I’m not sure. Was he evil the whole time, or did he only become evil after realising the sort of powers the Wondertart could grant him? It’s unclear, which is why I’m going to wait for more information about him to come out before writing anything.

Similarly, another character I’m getting mixed signals from is Esther. Originally, I had her pegged as a wild and cocky but ultimately goodhearted sheriff which, again, is contradicted by things in-game. The most prominent piece of evidence against my original interpretation of her character is the wanted poster we see on the side of the saloon, which bears her face.

In addition to that, we see her sucking up valuables during her second phase, much like you’d see bandits doing in old cartoons. And while the Cuphead wiki is a fan wiki, it lists one of her roles as “Outlaw” which, considering everything else we’ve seen about her, definitely makes sense.

However, this second theory is also contradicted by the fact that she’s referred to as Sheriff Winchester in the release date trailer. So, I’m not sure what to think of her either.

Is she actually a sheriff? Is she just a criminal pretending to be a sheriff? Or is she a sheriff who happens to be corrupt? I have no idea.

Anyway, wow, I went wildly off-topic there and rambled far too much. Apologies for that, I just really enjoy discussing this kind of stuff.

#🎲 chatting with mod dice #character discussion: chef saltbaker #character discussion: esther winchester

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I don’t know about this Oliver guy or what his issues are but there is no denying Sam knows about why these other men he idolizes are controversial unless he’s really living under a rock which he is not. He watches Fox news and admired the worst type of guys full of machismo and extreme ideologies. While i like the content he puts out with Colby and he seems kind enough, i would not be surprised if suddenly he says he agrees with Alex Jones. We already saw how he felt about blm and only changed his view once caught. Personally that is why i feel so disconnected to him. Sure you can’t know whats going on in the world at all times but surely you’re not dumb enough to constantly fall under the trap of ‘i didnt know they were a bad person’ after following and praising so many of them time and time again.

i want to preface all of this by saying that if you don't like sam, i don't judge and totally understand why you would feel that way. same thing with colby. if you don't like some of the things they've done over the years, i get it. this isn't me trying to persuade you to think differently, this is just me voicing how i feel.

now that i got that out of the way…

the oliver tree guy, tbh myself, i didn't even know he existed until sam talked about him the one or two times he did. and while i know who melanie martinez is, i don't listen to her so i literally know nothing about her. so, like i said in the other asks, he probably doesn't know what that guy has done, and especially so if he doesn't listen to melanie either.

and realistically, not everyone is gonna look into every artists they listen to. some will, that's for sure./ but i know for a fact there are artists i listen to that i don't know anything about, but i still love their music. so i feel like sam just falls into that same category.

as for his other questionable taste, i think we might have to agree to disagree to some extent.

i think sam looks up to billionaires bc he wants to be one to some extent. he believes in the american dream of capitalism lol he's a businessman himself, after all. and i think he follows ppl like elon or bezos bc of the amount of money they've made over their lifetimes. he sees that success and wants that part of their life.

granted if he looked into either one of them for like half of second he would realize it's all bullshit and mostly came from either their parents or just straight up using and abusing ppl. but i digress.

that whole side to him, i agree, is annoying. and while i do love him, i think wholeheartedly he's a capitalist. he definitely seems like the type to be socially liberal but fiscally conservative. and that is just not where i fall on the specturm personally, so of course i hate that he likes billionaires. but the thing with sam is that he seems to be the type to separate ppl from their controversies and their successes. and while i think sometimes that can be a good thing, i don't think that's the way to go most times.

sometimes bad ppl make good financial choices. doesn't mean you gotta look up to them tho.

we're talking about the same guy that said in a podcast about the paul brothers "whether you like them or not, they know how to make money" and sure, yeah. i guess you're right. but why not just pick someone else that also knows how to make money without showing a dead body to millions of ppl? just a thought.

which is why i think he's a devil advocate type of person. i think he toes the line of seeing what the other ppl are saying, not because he agrees, but because he wants to know what they're saying and thinking. he would be a great philosophy professor or something like that lol bc every single one i had would argue against what we were saying, even if they agreed with us.

and i get to some degree why he does this. to beat the other side, you kinda have to understand them on a fundamental level. that being said, sam is a nice person. he seems compassionate, loving, and kind. so i highly doubt he subscribes to the same ideologies that someone like alex jones spouts. alex jones is a raging conspiracy theorist, and the jump from sam having questionable taste in musical artists to going full blown q-anon doesn't seem likely to me.

i think sam has a good head on his shoulders. i think he's definitely made some fuck ups in his life, but he still has empath for ppl, even if he's a little short-sighted or self-absorbed sometimes. and that alone will keep him from crossing over to the dark side, so to speak.

but again, if you don't agree with me, totally fine. not gonna argue with you if you feel differently.

#ask #personal

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yourtamaki · 3 years

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the devil lives in his smile

atsumu x f!reader word count: 3k warnings please read: toxic fuckboy atsumu, manipulation, dubcon, degradation, dumbification, dry humping, face fucking, pussyjob, no prep, unprotected sex, spanking, creampie, one pussy slap

nsfw minors dni

fuckboys come in a variety of shapes and sizes and personalities

and atsumu was one of the subtlest fuckboys around

he worked hard to give off an air of dumb jock charm so no one would sense his true nature until it was too late

and now he had set his sights on you

atsumu had first seen you early in the semester in one of his afternoon classes and from then on it became the only course he regularly attended

it had been easy sliding into your good graces, you were so kind offering him your notes at the flash of a smile

he’d come in late with a cheesy grin and mcdonald’s breakfast, crashing into the seat you had started saving for him and would offer you some food

it was a routine that had you perking up whenever he walked through the door, just like he wanted

so when atsumu invited you to a party that night, you were all too eager to accept

“can’t fucking believe how easy you were.” even with atsumu hunched over you and growling right into your ear, you could barely hear him over the cacophony of the frat party in full swing. or maybe it was just hard to focus when he was thrusting into you so hard and so fast, your mind couldn’t even string together a thought.

when you had arrived at the address your friend had texted you, a ball of dread had sunken to the pit of your stomach. a few friends. really just a get together before midterms. that’s how atsumu had described the gathering. he had failed to mention it was being held at the most notorious frat house on campus. the one with a bowl of condoms at the front door, drunk people strewn against the lawn and blasting music so loud you could feel it like a phantom heartbeat.

you should’ve left. should’ve turned on your heels and walked back home but the memory of atsumu’s bright smile when you had told him you’d go had you steeling your nerves and walking into the house.

he had found you right away and you weren’t sure whether it was because he was looking for you or because you looked so out of place among the crowd. he handed you a drink and you were so used to accepting things from atsumu you didn’t hesitate to take a sip. it was strong. much stronger then you were used to and the blonde chuckled when you gagged at the aftertaste.

his mouth was moving but the music was even louder now that you were in the belly of the beast and you gestured to him that you couldn’t understand. he nodded, grabbed your hand and led you upstairs, ducking under the tape guarding them off. you didn’t expect the rush of warmth to your face at the feel of his large hand in yours. if atsumu noticed your nervousness, he didn’t comment on it.

“are we allowed to be in here?” you asked as he guided you into an empty bedroom, closing the door behind you. a part of you wished the room had a lock in case some partygoers tried to crash in. another part of you was glad for the potential easy exit though you weren’t sure why you’d need it.

“i’ve got friends that live here.” he said, crossing the room to plop down on the bed, stretching out like he owned the place. “they won’t mind.”

reassured, you made your way over to him, leaving a sizeable gap between you as you sat on the end of the bed.

he cocked an eyebrow at you. “what are you doing all the way over there?”

atsumu was always in your space in class, scooting in close to look at your notes, leaning over to take sips from the coffee he bought you. it was different now. there was no barrier of the desks separating you. there was nothing but empty air between you and for the first time since you met him, you were uneasy in atsumu’s presence.

you felt stupid for even feeling this way. this was atsumu, your friend. the person who covered for you when the professor called you out and you weren’t paying attention. the person who hung out with you when all your other friends had abandoned you. granted, you weren’t paying attention because atsumu had been whining about how unfair it was he didn’t have your number. and your ex friends never quite looked at you when you crossed paths on campus with atsumu by your side.

still. he’s your friend. being close to him is nothing new so you swallowed your growing anxiety and scooted closer to him until your thighs were pressed against each other. a hand landed on your shoulder, pulling until you were lying on your back with atsumu’s arm around you.

“that’s better.” he said. better? this was more then you had in mind but you couldn’t deny, it was nice to be in his arms. or maybe just nice to have someone hold you for the first time since you could remember. how long has it been? definitely before the semester started. the only man you’d talked to for months had been atsumu. everyone else had just… left. faded out of your life. at least you had atsumu. if he left, then you’d really be all alone. so if he wanted to cuddle a bit, you could bear it if it kept him by your side, saved you from loneliness.

“yer pretty, ya know that?” he was gazing down at you, a glint of something sharp behind his dark eyes. “real fucking pretty.”

“thank you.” you laughed a bit, feeling far too awkward to do anything else and desperate to change the conversation. “h-how come i never noticed you had an accent before?”

“it’s faded since i’ve been living in the city but it comes out once in awhile.” his face somehow gets closer to yours and his voice drops to a whisper. “ ‘specially when i’m nervous.”

“what are you nervous about?” you find yourself matching his volume, holding your breath as his other hand comes up to cup your cheek.

“this.” your eyes stay wide open as atsumu crashed his mouth onto yours. it’s not how you’d imagined he’d kiss and you can admit to yourself now that you had daydreamed about it once or twice. you thought he’d be gentle, all soft lips and breathy laughs.

the reality couldn’t be farther from that. his kisses weren’t just hungry, they were ravenous, biting at your bottom lip until you opened your mouth and let his tongue snake inside. you could taste the remnants of whatever drink he’d had and it made you cringe, remembering exactly where you were. you tried to pull back but atsumu’s grip was too strong and he chased you, surging forward until he rolled, now on top of you and pinning you to the bed. there was nowhere left to go now.

he finally broke the kiss, letting you gulp precious air into your starved lungs. “fuck, darlin’. ya look so hot right now.”

you were about to ask him to let you up, already thinking about how you were going to get home safe when one of his legs settled in between yours, his thigh grinding against your covered mound. you couldn’t stop the moan at the unexpected friction, hips bucking up to seek more instinctively. you trembled at the cruel laugh atsumu let out at your expense.

“fucking knew it. i knew ya were a slut the second i laid eyes on you.”

you wanted to shake your head, hot tears threatening to spill over but atsumu was pressing right against you now, giving your clit the attention it didn’t know it craved until that moment. tension was building in your gut embarrassingly quickly and you came with a silent cry, gripping tight onto atsumu’s arms that had you caged in. his movement stilled as he felt you shudder beneath him.

“did you just fucking cum?” you didn’t know atsumu’s voice could get that low, that it could sound so terrifying.

“i-i… you didn’t stop! you wouldn’t stop.”

“tch.” he pulled back and you wanted to weep at the disgusted look he threw your way. “is that all it takes? ya fucking cum the second anyone puts their hands on ya?”

“no no!” you were shaking your head but he wasn’t looking at you anymore in favour of unbuckling his jeans.

“don’t be a bitch now, sweetheart, help a guy out. it’s only fair.”

he pulled himself out of his boxers and your hands went numb at the sight. it wasn’t the length that scared you, it was the girth. it was the thickest cock you’d ever seen with the widest part right in the middle with a tip shiny with precum. the thought of what it would feel like inside you entered your mind before you could stop it and you swallowed thickly.

“what, never seen a real dick before? on your knees. now.” you jumped at the bark of a command, shakily getting off the bed and kneeling before him. when you did nothing but look up at him, atsumu slapped his cock against your face a few times, smearing precum against your cheek before pressing the tip to your lips.

why was your mouth opening up? why were you letting him gag you on his length, letting him he thrust into you with little regard for your comfort? why were you getting wet from it?

“that’s it god ya don’t know how many times i’ve thought of this. every fucking time ya opened yer mouth goin on about something stupid i wanted to shove my cock down yer throat to shut you up.”

you didn’t know who the man before you was but it wasn’t your atsumu. not the atsumu that made you laugh everyday and filled your stomach with butterflies when he winked your way. maybe that person never existed but the thought was too upsetting you didn’t want to believe it.

he fucked into your mouth for so long your jaw began to hurt from the strain but you didn’t want to stop. you were starting to become enthralled with the way atsumu was watching you. like you were someone desirable. it made you want to do whatever it takes to make sure he kept looking at you that way. you never wanted to see his disgust pointed at you ever again.

“that’s enough.” he pulled out of your mouth, a trail of salvia stringing out. he stepped out of his jeans and underwear, pulling his shirt up over his head before sitting back down on the bed. “strip.”

once again, you hurried to comply, shedding your clothes with little grace until all you had left was your panties. everything was moving so fast, the sudden realization of what you were about to do finally came crashing in as your thumbs hooked around the band.

“sometime tonight would be nice, darlin’.” he was stroking himself off as you hesitated, eyes glued to your bare chest and a wave of heat rose to your face. you shouldn’t like this, how he stared at you like a piece of meat. and yet you pulled down your panties anyway, stepping between his spread legs.

he grabbed you around the waist, manhandling you until you were straddling his lap. you didn’t know what to do with your hands, didn’t want to do something wrong and it didn’t go unnoticed by atsumu.

“i know ya wanna touch me so what are ya holdin’ back for?”

“i’m… allowed to?” your voice came out broken, hoarse from the rough treatment it had just been through. the smile that crossed atsumu’s face sent a shiver up your spine. there was nothing familiar about it, all curved edges and sharp teeth.

“dumb fucking whore. is yer head so empty that you need someone to tell you every little thing?” his tone was so patronizing it filled you with hot shame. you couldn’t help it, he wasn’t giving you a second to breathe, to think.

“please atsumu…”

“do you even know what yer beggin for?”

no. you really didn’t. you didn’t know whether you wanted to touch any part of him you could reach or run from the room or have him fuck you senseless. your mind was a mess of conflicting emotions that told you this man had lied to you for months and yet was making you feel so fucking good.

thinking was bad. thinking was making you feel worse. and you knew how to get the thinking to stop.

“please fuck me.”

“i know ya can do better than that, sweetheart.” he leant back on his arms to get a better view of your body. “show me how bad ya want me.”

your hips rolled forward at once, grinding your soaked folds along his shaft. the heavy weight of his stare was intoxicating. it made you want to put on a show for him, whining out his name and pinching your nipples. you clenched when you felt his cock twitch beneath you, moving faster now that his cock was slick with your spit and arousal.

just as you felt the tightening return to your gut, atsumu gripped your hips and stilled your movement. you blinked and suddenly you positioned on all fours with his blunt tip poking at your entrance.

“wait i’m not-!” he cut you off by pressing forward until the fat head of his cock popped inside you, the sudden intrusion making you cry out. atsumu was quick to grab the back of your head and push it down into the mattress.

“don’t worry. yer so fucking wet i bet ya won’t even feel it.”

inch by thick inch, he squeezed himself into you, your cries muffled and falling onto deaf ears. you’d never felt so full, you could hardly breathe as atsumu finally bottomed out but it was too late. you were overtaken by the unexpected orgasm, shaking hard from its force.

“ya really came just from me putting it in?” atsumu laughed. “i haven’t even tried yet, ya know?”

with that he pulled out almost entirely before slamming back in, setting a rough pace that had your hands flying forward in search of something, anything to hold onto.

atsumu used you like you were a toy to take his frustrations out on, pain shooting through you as he battered against your cervix with every thrust. he hunched over you, humping quick and hard as he hissed into your ear.

“can’t believe how fucking easy ya were. i’ve been actin all friendly this whole time for nothin. could’ve just dragged ya outta class that first day and fucked ya in the bathroom, huh?”

you could focus just enough on his words for it to sink in that the friend you loved truly was just an act. there were tears running down your face and dripping onto the bed but you couldn’t tell if they were from pleasure or heartbreak.

“yer fucking mine now, understand? i’ve worked so hard for this cunt it belongs to me now. yer my hole now, just a place to keep my cum warm. say it.” he punctuated his sentence with a harsh slap to your ass.

“i- i’m...” you sobbed, mind too far gone to understand what he wanted you to say.

“who do ya belong to?” several more slaps landed on you, each one so hard it pushed you forward.

“you! i belong to you, atsumu!”

“that’s fuckin right. and what are you?”

“‘m your dumb whore! i’m a cocksleeve for you to fuck whenever you want!” you were rewarded with a quick rub of your clit that had you creaming, walls clenching down hard against him.

“what do ya say, slut, when i’m nice enough to let ya get yer filthy mess all over my cock?”

you babbled out your thanks mindlessly as he rode you straight into overstimulation, every nerve alive and buzzing beneath your skin.

“beg, dirty bitch. beg for my cum.” he was panting hard against you, hot breath on the nape of your neck.

“please cum atsumu i want it want you to fill me up and make me yours.”

“yeah? ya gonna walk around this party with my cum inside ya like a good girl?” you whined at the need to have him praise you, to make him proud of you.

“i’ll be good! i’ll be your good girl i promise please!”

“fucking take it then.” he came with a groan, warmth filling your lower belly as he gave shallow thrusts. he pulled out slowly, keeping as much of his cum inside you before reaching for your discarded panties. atsumu put them back on for you, not letting you move a muscle as to not allow even a drop to escape. when the panties covered you once more, he gave your now clothed pussy a slap, a jolt of electricity shooting through you.

“no chance of it coming out now.” before you could reply, the bedroom door swung open and two men stumbled in, pausing when they saw you two on the bed. you knew you should cover yourself up and yet you were watching atsumu for any indication of what you should do. when he didn’t motion any sort of signal, you presumed that meant he wanted you on display and you obliged with your head bowed.

“should’ve known you disappeared to bag someone.” one of the men said. “wait, atsumu is that the bitch you’ve been chasing all semester?”

“yeah.” atsumu’s face was turned away from you but you could hear the grin in his voice. “she gave it up pretty easy though.”

“that’s my boy!” they both clapped him hard on the back and ruffled his hair. they waited as atsumu dressed himself, talking idly about you as though you weren’t there and the blonde was all too happy to share details. the three left to rejoin the party but before atsumu closed the door, he turned back to you, face cold and hard.

“better keep yer fucking promise or i won’t be as nice next time.”

#atsumu x reader #atsumu smut #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #miya atsumu x reader #miya atsumu smut #miya atsumu imagine #hq smut #hq imagine #cw dubcon #cw manipulation #cw toxic relationship

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feriowind · 3 years

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thought up another AU the other day, here it is copy+pasted from twitter so it’s pretty disjointed haha

o yeah kinda had another AU idea bubbling in my head where luffy is like... weird god/guardian deity of some kind who escapes his domain (dawn island) to go on an adventure since he had been stagnating in the mountains. his strength grows the more people know/believe in him

garp's family watched over his shrine, and as a spirit he played with ace and sabo in the mountains. nobody outside dawn island knows that he is supernatural in origin, and assume his promises to fulfill dreams is just as a human and not as a god lol

When Shanks first visits Dawn Island, Makino recommends that he go visit the shrine (it's a lovely place and it's just polite to pay respects to the island's local deity), and it's there he meets Luffy, a strange little boy with eyes that seem to see just a little Too Much.

Shanks, at first, assumes Luffy is a village boy playing in the mountains and treats him as such even after Luffy demands him to tell him stories of his travels because he was bored. It's not until he goes back to the bar and tells Makino about Luffy that he finds out the truth

Shanks is the one who plants the idea in Luffy's head that if he was bored, he should try leaving the island, something that had never seemed possible to him before. He's a forest god, he doesn't belong on the sea, but the first time in a long time, he desires an impossibility

The gum gum fruit and straw hat are 2 offerings/gifts from Shanks to Luffy. Shanks doesn't fully understand the significance of such things to Luffy, only giving Luffy the hat as a promise to one day meet him on the ocean.

The fruit he at least knows is a proper gift for a god that he can, amazingly, call a friend. His crew calls him mad for giving it away to some backwater shrine, but Shanks can feel it in his bones that this is the best use for the fruit he could ever hope to find.

to Luffy, these were powerful offerings, one a rare fruit and the other a hat steeped in great history. These were the kind of things that let gods grow and could give him the strength he'd need to break free of the island's confines.

i think luffy would leave with ace when he turns 17... maybe some timeline tweaking where they can still gather all the strawhat crew along with ace's haha

Luffy's blessing grants protection in forests. Those blessed will never lose their way in woods, and will always be able be able to find shelter, water, and food with ease. Forest creatures won't attack unless fully provoked either.

Luffy meets Ace and Sabo much earlier in their lives. Ace, who was raised in the mountains, has always been aware of Luffy's presence but doesn't meet him proper until he's around 5 and thrown into the mountains alone by Garp for training.

Luffy's appearance is that of a 10 year old boy, so in this AU he could be considered Ace's older brother, but his spirit is perpetually childish and he doesn't age (simply changes his appearance as needed) so Ace kinda becomes the older brother in spirit lol

Tho Ace was aware of something not exactly human living in the mountains, and had heard Garp telling him about the shrine his family took care of, and expected Ace to help with (which he refused), he does not connect that being with Luffy for quite a while.

Like Shanks had, Ace assumes Luffy is a village boy too encroaching on his mountain home. Ace also asks Luffy The Question - what does he think of Gold Roger having a kid. To which Luffy replied, Who's Roger? Ace isn't sure how to respond to that. Did this kid live under a rock?

Ace tries to explain he's the Pirate King and considered the Devil by most people, but Luffy just frowns and says HE'S never heard of a devil named Gold Roger before, so he must not be much of a devil. Ace is confused and dumbfounded by Luffy's replies

what the hell does Luffy know about devils? Luffy responds far too casually that he's met and talked to a decent amount of them throughout his life. Ace ends up exploding and yelling if he knew so much about devils, then how could he not tell Ace was the son of one.

Luffy grows very quiet at this question and walks close to Ace, and stares him down with a look that freezes Ace's soul. The moment seems to stretch for an eternity and he has never felt smaller in his entire life.

The moment passes when Luffy breaks eye contact and hums as he says that nope, Ace was definitely human like everyone else around. Not a speck of a devil in him. Luffy has no proof, but the way he says it tells Ace that it is the truth, and the comfort it brings is indescribable.

Luffy grows weaker the longer he is out at sea or forced to stay somewhere without trees. Though it had not been Nami's intent to help him with her mikan trees, the grove becomes a source power for him and the only thing balancing out the ocean sapping away his strength

Luffy manages to escape the island with Ace's help by having Ace carve a small portable shrine for him. It becomes a new tether for him and so long as Ace can keep it safe, Luffy can stay by his side. Luffy becomes much weaker away from his central shrine however.

Luffy adopts the name Monkey D. Luffy because it is Garp and Dragon's name. Luffy does not have the Will of D, but he doesn't exactly need it as a divine being.

#forest god luffy au #i have an au idea i gotta vomit out all my ideas #one piece

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imagineyourworld · 3 years

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Congrats on the 100 followers 👏 can I request number 5 with Commander wolffe please? Maybe a mechanic reader?

Hi,

Thank you <3

Sure thing! If you'd like also check out my Wolffe x Reader fanfiction The Wife, it has (amongst others) the only one bed trope ;)

Love, Charlie

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Wolffe x Genderneutral!Mechanic!Reader

Warnings: Shirtless Wolffe (if that counts a warning), nightmare (no detailed descriptions though)

5. Only One Bed

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You loved your job, you really did, but you hated being covered in grease. Granted, it didn't happen every day, in fact it happened quite rarely, since you always made an effort to be really careful, but today was just one of those days. Your alarm didn't go off in the morning, meaning when you entered the mess hall all you got was cold caf, H9J, the droid that usually assisted you with repairs, had some lose wiring that needed fixing before you could even start work for the day and once had finally finished repairing the first starship and started on the second you were startled by a loud bang, which resulted in you cutting the wrong wire and the engine unloading every milliliter of oil and fuel and grease onto you. "If one more thing goes wrong I'm gonna kill someone", you muttered under your breath while walking through the hallway to get a change of clothes before hopping under the shower. "In that case I don't think you'll like what I have to say." You came to an abrupt halt and turned around to see Wolffe walking up to you. Just seeing him brought the hint of a smile to your face. Wolffe was probably the only person who could always make you smile, which was ironic, since the stoic soldier didn't smile much himself. "Just tell me so I can get out of these clothes." Wolffe looked you up and down, a slight hint of disgust on his face, probably due to the different fluids staining your overalls, but there was also the hint of something else, something you couldn't quite decipher. “The ship needs to be taken in for some sort of internal moderation, so we’ll have to spend the night somewhere else.” You raised an eyebrow at him. Not only because ‘internal moderation’ sounded a bit suspicious, but also because he knew as well as you did that none of you, neither clones nor crew, had someplace else to stay. “The GAR has arranged hotel rooms for all civilians on board”, Wolffe quickly added, probably having recognized your shock and disapproval. You just nodded. “When do we have to leave?” His crooked smile told you everything you needed to know. Apparently this day could get way worse, now you couldn’t even shower in peace. “Alright”, you sighed. “Just give me fives minutes to pack an overnight bag and then we can head out.” You didn’t wait for Wolffe’s reply, sure he’d turn up at your door in five minutes to tell you to hurry up. What you didn’t expect was for him to follow you once you turned around and made your way to your room. “I won’t be going with you, none of the clones are. The hotel rooms are for civilians, not clones”, he clarified. His tone made it very obvious how little he liked the arrangement. “Most of my brothers have already left, the majority lent some camping supplies and the rest are hoping to find someone at the local bars to spend the night with”, he continued. You hesitated for just a moment before voicing your proposal. “In that case I think it would only make sense for you to stay with me. Unless you’d like to go to the bar as well.” You didn’t dare to look at Wolffe and just kept your eyes locked on your door, which had finally come in sight. The idea had been rather spontaneous, mostly because you knew how he despised camping, but in the time it took him to reply you quickly came to regret every single word. “You don’t have to let me stay with you, I’ll be fine”, Wolffe tried to argue. Though this might have been your way out of this awkward situation, you shook your head. You were nothing if not stubborn and since you had proposed it you couldn’t back out now. “Please, you’ve done so much for me, helped me when I first joined the 104th and protected me ever since then, it’s the least I can do to repay you.” When Wolffe finally nodded in agreement you weren’t sure whether to be glad or if this was the final straw on your bad day.

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About twenty minutes, and a deadly silent walk, later you found yourself in front of yet another door, though this one didn’t lead to your room, but rather a hotel room. “Here goes nothing”, you mumbled as the doors opened after you scanned the key card, knowing how little funds the army had and that they wouldn’t waste them on hotel rooms. “This isn’t that bad”, you exclaimed as you made your way into the room. “Look, there’s even a pretty decent view of the city.” Other than you, who now stared out the window, Wolffe focused on the bed. Bed, singular. He should have known, after all the room was only supposed to be for one person. It wasn’t even a large bed, just slightly bigger than the one Wolffe was used to in the barracks. “Maybe this is a bad idea”, Wolffe said, hating how uncertain he suddenly sounded. But who could blame him? He’d have to sleep next to you, with only very little possible space between his body and yours. Just when he thought he was finally getting over his crush interest, this had to happen. “Why would you say tha... Oh... Oh, Wolffe, I didn’t realize”, you said as your eyes followed his and also landed on the small bed. “I’m gonna go”, Wolffe said. He began to turn around when he suddenly felt your hand around his wrist. You both knew that you weren’t strong enough to keep him here if he really wanted to leave, but just this slight touch broke down all of Wolffe’s walls. “C’mon, Wolffe, we’re friends, and more importantly, we’re both adults, I think we’ll manage to sleep in the same bed for one night.” The part of Wolffe that was still thinking straight was telling him to get out of the room as fast as possible, but the irresponsible and honestly down right tired side of him relented. How bad could it be?

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Though you were having second thoughts while brushing your teeth in the small refresher, once you stepped out and saw Wolffe, in only the trousers of his blacks and with hair more unruly than you had ever seen it laying on the bed you thanked the stars for your spontaneous idea. “Do you need to use the refresher again?”, you asked as you sat down on your side of the bed. Wolffe only shook his head, his gaze glued to the window and the city beyond. “Alright then... Good night, I guess”, you said as you pulled the blanket (yes, only one blanket for the two of you to share) up, though you were slightly disappointed at the fact that it now covered more of Wolffe’s toned chest. “Night”, he echoed before reaching over to the bedside table and turning off the small lamp. You didn’t know how it was possible, but in the dark you were somehow even more aware of Wolffe laying only a few centimeters away from you, so close that you could feel his body heat under your shared blanket and smell the shampoo in his hair, which somehow smelled better on him than the other clones, even though they all used the same one. Even though it took you a while to fall asleep, you tried your best not to move, partly because you wanted to avoid accidentally touching Wolffe, which would only result in even more confused feelings, and partly because you knew Wolffe was a light sleeper and didn’t want to risk waking him up. Finally, after what felt like an eternity of laying still in the darkness, you fell asleep. Though only shortly, because next thing you knew you were awake again. Awake and sweaty and shaking. “Shh, it’s alright, everything’s fine. Just focus on me, focus on my voice.” The voice was familiar, as were the hands on your cheek and shoulder, though it took you a moment to place them, still too consumed by the nightmare you had just woken up from. “W...Wollfe?”, you stuttered, hating how shaky and scared your voice sounded. The hands on you grew firmer and you could have sworn that for a split second you felt a pair of soft lips on your sweaty forehead. “I’m here, cyare”, the same voice, definitely Wolffe, whispered in the dark. Though you still couldn’t see him, his familiar voice, touch and smell helped you to return to reality. “Wolffe, I... I’m so sorry”, you choked out, trying your best not to sob. The nightmare was still in your bones, and the embarrassment of having woken Wolffe didn’t help. Instead of the gruff reply you had been expecting Wolffe suddenly pulled you closer. Your chest, clad in only a thin top, was now pressed against Wolffe’s naked one, one of his arms around your shoulder and the other grabbing your hip. “There’s nothing to be sorry for. You had a nightmare, we all have those. Hell, mine could probably give yours a run for their money.” You just nodded before moving closer to him so that your nose was buried in the crook of his neck. You might have just had a nightmare, but luckily it had been replaced by this dream, a dream of laying in Wolffe’s arms that you had already had more often than you’d like to admit. Sadly you knew deep down that that dream would never become reality.

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When the light of one of the planet’s suns streaming through your window woke you up the next morning you were somehow still tired. It took you a moment to remember where you were, and even longer who you were with. Your eyes widened in realization when you noticed that you were cuddled up next to Wolffe, your legs intertwined with his and his arm around your waist. Though you had to admit that you were rather fond of this position you knew that it would be terribly awkward once Wolffe woke up. Speak of the devil... “Hey, you feeling better?” You looked up at him through your eyelashes. Surely this had to be another dream, if this were real Wolffe wouldn’t be so relaxed to waking up with you in his arms. You gave him a moment, maybe he was still too sleepy to realize who exactly he was cuddling with. “(Y/N)? You alright?” The way he said your name in his even rougher morning voice, and the fact that he said your name at all, clearly knowing who it was next to him, did things to you you’d rather not analyse, at least not in that moment. Finally it dawned on you that the dream after the nightmare had not been a dream after all, it had all been real. Your nerves slowly began to fade away at the realization, and curiosity took over. “Wolffe, what does cyare mean?” Instead of answering your question he untangled his body from yours and sat up against the headboard. The look in his eyes was something you couldn’t decipher, though it wasn’t altogether unfamiliar. “Buy me a cup of caf and maybe I’ll tell you.” A laugh escaped you, unexpected, but not unwelcome since it seemed to lighten the mood. “How about two cups of caf and you’ll call me that again?”, you tried to bargain with a raised eyebrow and a smile you hoped was something between smug and seductive. In truth, you’d buy him all the caf in the galaxy if it meant he’d say that word again in the same voice he used that night, if he held you again like that even better. “Oh, cyare, I don’t need caf for that, all you had to do was ask.” His tone easily beat your when it came to being smug and seductive, but you didn’t mind at all, not after hearing that word again. Stars, that man, especially early in the morning and without a shirt, would be the death of you.

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I sorta just used this prompt to deal with the terrible nightmare I had last night, so sorry for that, but hopefully you enjoyed it anyway

#wolffe x reader #wolffe x you #wolffe x y/n #wolffe imagine #commander wolffe x reader #commander wolffe x you #commander wolffe x y/n #commander wolffe imagine

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seyaryminamoto · 3 years

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As someone, who's favourite character is Zuko, let me just say that your analysis about the Southern Raiders is spot on. Something about that episode (especially the way Zuko acted) always felt a little... off to me. And I could never figure out what it was exactly and considering the fact that discussion about this episode centered around the Kataang vs Zutara, I thought I was the only one who felt that way. So, I guess thanks for putting my thoughts into words.

Oh, I really feel ya, anon. If you actually don't look at the episode from a shipping point of view, which seems to be the focus of most the fandom, a lot of unpleasant things really start sticking out. I'm personally neutral to the Kataang vs. Zutara debate, I see good points and drawbacks to both ships, and no one's going to convince me that this episode proved the superiority of either pairing, especially when the shipping interpretations have never been important to me when analyzing this episode. People can say Aang is right in the end, they can say Zuko understands Katara's plight better (which, considering Aang has lost even more people he loved than Zuko has, he certainly should have understood Katara's suffering quite well too), but focusing on whether Zuko or Aang are the angel or the devil on Katara's shoulders practically blinds everyone to the very glaring and mindboggling flaws in this episode's writing, imo.

In general, the concept of Zuko's life-changing field trips with the three Gaang members he'd wronged the most is fine and fun for most people, but from the first time I watched the show it felt like the production team knew they were pressed for time and needed some veeeery quick and effective solution for Zuko to gain acceptance in the Gaang ASAP despite all the bad blood there. I can imagine a lot of people love these episodes, but admittedly I wouldn't rank any of them among my favorites because, as interesting as some of their concepts could be, if executed right, my immersion certainly wasn't as strong as with the rest of the show due to the nagging feeling that this was all for the sake of redeeming Zuko in the eyes of each Gaang member... and not necessarily in the eyes of the audience.

They get away with it, of course, because by this point in time, the audience is 100% conditioned to love the Gaang and Zuko, and if you see them getting along, you should be rejoicing in their team-up... but if you put some emotional distance between yourself as a viewer and the events of these episodes, their writing leaves a lot to be desired, especially in the concept of giving Zuko a quick whitewashing in the eyes of Aang, Sokka and Katara, one after the other, so they can genuinely accept him as a teammate and friend. If we'd seen similar trips frequently or occasionally in the rest of the show, with two specific members of the team taking off on an adventure by themselves, it might not be so glaringly obvious (and even... artificial? I guess?) that they're trying to quick-redeem him for each of them here, but on top of it happening thrice, it's literally happening one after the other, too. There's no episodes in-between, it's just literally a four-parter arc of "let's help Zuko become friends with these three".

The plotlines to be dealt with in these episodes are basically catered to each Gaang member, tailor-made life-changing field trips based on whatever they'll value the most, all of it conveniently possible and doable in the span of time they have between Zuko's joining of their group and the show's finale. Aang needs to learn firebending, Sokka needs to save his dad, Katara is permanently grieving for her mother's death. And so, Zuko to the rescue! If he helps them with their personal character quests, he gets 50+ approval points! :'D Honestly, I'm absolutely not against the notion of Zuko befriending them, obviously not, but the methods through which they chose to make it happen simply might not be the finest...?

Zuko loses his ability to bend because he "lost his rage", but he's still angry pretty often, the show even spoofs its own writing by showing him losing his patience at Sokka... while at the same time trying to sell that Zuko "isn't angry" anymore? Zuko helps break out random prisoners from the Boiling Rock without taking a single moment to actually learn who they are, why they were locked up, and without pondering if they deserve to be helped or if perhaps they're genuinely dangerous? Zuko gives Katara every possible tool and information she needs to take revenge on Yon Rha, because, loosely quoting his own words, he "cares what she thinks of him"...?

How about if we'd seen Zuko trying to connect with Fire Nation people, to help his fellow Fire Nation citizens, especially the ones who were living in dreadful conditions, like the ones in the Jang Hui river village? How about if we'd seen Zuko saving lives rather than threatening to take them? How about if we'd seen Zuko actually reasoning with his anger, and either working his way out of it, or repurposing it consciously, or making legitimate, personal efforts to find a new source of strength for his firebending through self-reflection, above all else?

We didn't really need sudden one-on-one field trips to teach Aang, Katara and Sokka to trust Zuko: we needed Zuko to prove himself worthy of that trust, to show how much he has changed, to literally contrast his new behavior with the old, to actually see that the guy no longer jumps into violence-mode 24/7, that he's willing to listen to other people's opinions or wisdom, that he wants to learn better when he knows he's misguided or misunderstanding something or another. Would he have become BFFs with any of them in four episodes if this had happened? Well, it definitely would have happened with Aang, the other two would have been trickier, but they definitely would have been more willing to accept him if they actually got to SEE that the changes in Zuko weren't skin-deep. Katara can be as thick-headed and stubborn as she may want to be, but I have no doubts she wouldn't have been able to hate Zuko as much as she used to if she'd seen him helping people, much like she often wants their group to do. But instead, they don't get to see the actual changes and growth... they just get their biggest goals and wishes satisfied, and that's enough to decide Zuko's trustworthy, no matter whatever sketchy behavior he displays in later episodes.

I absolutely appreciate the worldbuilding context we gain for the raids on the Water Tribe through The Southern Raiders, but I don't think this was an organic way to tell the story of how Zuko became friends with the Gaang. If pressed, I'd even say that Zuko's overt desperation to be their friend is OOC, to a degree: if this guy actually knows how dangerous his father's plans are (and he's supposed to :'D), how isn't he focusing on that side of things, when he's always been such a go-getter? It's not like he grew out of this sort of ends-justify-the-means behavior, seeing as he's absolutely obsessed with stopping his father ASAP, by any means possible, in the finale, when there was no such urgency to be found ever since he joined the Gaang. How isn't he more worried about stopping Ozai than about becoming best friends with the Gaang? Immediately sharing everything he's learned about Ozai's intentions of destroying the whole world might not make them friends instantaneously, but it would certainly get someone like Sokka to take his information seriously and immediately begin strategizing how to counter Ozai's plans. Instead, Zuko spent all those weeks, over a month, even, teaching Aang firebending, going on field trips and hanging out with his new friends in Ember Island. Once you have all the cards on deck and you actually look at all of them at once, doesn't it feel like there were so many more ways to achieve what the show was going for, far more effective ways than through the "let's be friends with Zuko" arc?

Ultimately, there's very little display of growth, in my opinion, in this small arc, on Zuko's side, despite the most obvious and reasonable way to earn the trust of the Gaang would be by outright showing them how much he's grown. I won't deny I appreciate that the writers respected his personality and didn't just warp him into the perfect good softboi the way the fandom apparently interprets him, but even if Zuko was going to be cranky and speak one-liners like "I'm never happy", it wasn't impossible to write better situations for him to connect with the Gaang's members and gain their trust. Even if the writers were set on having these episodes happen exactly as they did, they absolutely could have been written in a much better way, to create an explicit and direct contrast between Zuko's early behavior and the new Zuko's behavior when it comes to things that matter (most the parallels I've seen the fandom drawing are things like "oh look he hated tea before but now he brews it for his friends! So much growth!"... would've been nice to see the growth when it came to a lot of other things, too, if the growth really was there? Am I rite...?).

I may just be influenced by other redemption arcs that focus mainly on characters having common goals and working together to achieve them, then becoming friends in the process... but I really don't see how Zuko's character benefited from these episodes. Yes, bridges were built... but they absolutely could have been built in a more organic way that didn't make people like myself (and a few others) question if Zuko had learned or grown at all, considering the way he behaves isn't all that distant from the Zuko we've seen and known throughout the rest of the show. And the fact that he really seems to have learned nothing in The Southern Raiders once you reach the show's finale... you're basically asked to take for granted Zuko did learn a lot of lessons because he says he did, to assume he's going to put them into practice sometime in the future despite he has chances to do it during the show itself but never does, simply because they drop the ball upon every opportunity to show how much he's changed.

I really don't blame his character at all, when it comes to these shortcomings... it's seriously, genuinely, a problem with the writing department. Take a look through the fandom and you'll see thousands of people who claim Zuko's character arc is the most touching, complex and beautiful writing they ever have seen... and why? Because we're in the face of tell-don't-show :'D most people's perception of Zuko's character are based not so much on HOW Zuko displays his growth, it's strongly based on him stating he made progress, even if there's too many instances where the growth simply seems to have fallen to the wayside or gone forgotten for the sake of a plotline or another. Zuko absolutely could have been written far better than this, he could absolutely have the redemption arc his fans are sure he does have, but for me... there's way too many gaps in logic, too many missed opportunities, to truly think his growth was as extraordinary as a lot of people are hung up on saying it was.

#anon #woops #I probably shouldn't have written this much here but what can I say #I've got beef with these storylines #and I unfortunately can't bbq it (?)#so instead I ramble and ramble and hope you guys forgive me for how long-winded I can be :'D

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RESISTERE TENTATIONEM: CAPITULUM II

TĒCTUS: Covered, concealed, hidden, having been covered, hidden or concealed

Pairings: Damian Priest x Reader

Warnings: +18, mature content

Editor: @thenightmareismyreality

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Notes: I would like to thank @letsgivethisonemoreshot , for not only being my partner in crime with this trilogy but also being one of the best friends someone could ever have 😘 This is fully written in Damian’s POV. If you’d like to check out my previous works, you can find them on my Masterlist

Want to hear a joke that’s really in poor taste? The Mother Superior of the famous Mary Magdalene Convent (isn’t that ironic) is being accused of hosting ‘parties’ to the oh so loving convent donors. And you know who isn’t invited to those parties? Jesus Christ. Because the Devil sure loves to be a part of them! Drugs, orgies, alcohol, prostitution, even black masses... you name it! Everything that is unholy happens in the so-called house of holiness, and if that isn’t a bad taste joke, I don’t know what is.

So here I am now, driving towards the Devil’s den: the Mary Magdalene convent for three torturous days of interviews. Out of all of the reporters from The New York Times, of course I was the one who drew the short straw and got assigned this article. Some people see this as a career changing opportunity... a blessing, but me? I see it as a fucking curse! I don’t like religion, I don’t like churches, I don’t like priests and I sure as hell don’t like nuns! Anything that has the word “holy” in it, I prefer to be as far away as I possibly can from. But today was not my lucky day….no, today was the day that I was going to be tested. The only thing I’m hoping for is to not fail.

I knocked on the convent’s door and a young lady answered me.

“Hi, good morning. I’m Damian Priest, reporter from The New York Times and I’m here for an interview with” I looked down at my notepad “Mrs. Y/N L/N? Whom I believe is the Mother Superior”

The young girl only nodded once and motioned for me to follow her, without saying a word.

I followed her in, mesmerized by the size of the convent, the whole place was fancy as fuck on the inside. Art pieces from famous painters were displayed on the walls, modern furniture, dim lights that made the place look cozy and inviting. *What a scam* I thought to myself. The young lady in front of me suddenly stopped walking and pointed towards the door in front of her before turning around and leaving.

Presuming that it was the Mother Superior’s office, I knocked on the door twice before someone told me to come in. You see, when they told me I was going to be interviewing the Mother Superior of a convent, the last thing I expected was for her to not only be beautiful, but young (considering I was under the impression that women in that position were around sixty years old). She was breathtaking to say the least! Soft features, her skin had an angelic glow to it and there was something in her eyes that trapped you in them...something you could not turn your gaze away from no matter how bad you wanted to.

“Mr. Priest, please sit down” She smiled

I nodded and sat on the chair in front of her desk

“Thank you for taking some time out of your busy schedule to speak with me, Mother Y/L/N-“

“Please, call me Y/N” Her sultry voice spoke

“Y/N” I tested the word on my lips and it sounded oddly pleasant

She smiled softly and...fuck she’s gorgeous! Her beauty was a painful and constant reminder of what you couldn’t have, couldn’t touch, couldn’t-“

“Mr. Priest?” She said softly

“Damian”

“Damian, would you like something to drink? Coffee, water, juice, tea perhaps?”

“No, I’m good. Thank you” I answered, while grabbing my notepad and a pen out of my backpack. Clearing my throat, I said “Can we get started with the pre-interview?”

“Of course” She smiled widely and reached for a cigarette pack on top of the table, which made me raise an eyebrow

“We all have our dirty little secrets, don’t we, Damian?” She asked, licking the cigarette filter before sucking it

*Am I going crazy?* I thought to myself

“Damian? Your first question is?” She giggled

“Ummm” I cleared my throat once again “Y/N, recently the convent was involved in a huge scandal involving drugs, prostitution, orgies and black masses. Would you like to clarify why an institution that’s deeply connected to the church is in the middle of something so profane?”

She grinned “God is in the most profane things, Damian. After all, the sinners are the ones who need Him the most, aren’t they?”

“I’m not sure if I follow-”

“You see” She took a long drag on her cigarette and walked towards me “God is our Lord and savior. He forgives us from our sins, grants us forgiveness to our most foul actions” She sat down on the chair beside me “If you steal from someone and repent; He’ll forgive you, kill someone and repent; He’ll save you, cheat on your wife with the hot, young next door neighbor and repent; He’ll brush it underneath the carpet and pretend it never happened” She shrugged “God doesn’t judge, Damian. He only forgives” She leaned forward on the arm of the chair, until she was uncomfortably close to me “So if the big boss himself doesn't judge anyone, then why should I?”

“And what does judgment have to do with drugs, orgies and sin?”

She smiled “How can God forgive you if you don’t sin, Damian?”

“And how can God forgive his so-called followers who incite others to sin, Y/N?”

“Incite others to sin?” She chuckled “Are you talking about the allegations, the donors or yourself?” She smirked

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Since we’re so far from town I was informed that I would have to spend the night at the convent. They showed me my bedroom and it looked pretty fancy. King size bed, Egyptian sheets, expensive furniture. Everything was oddly normal, except for the weird dream I recalled having. I was at the convent, lost, calling for help because I somehow ended up locked in here. I was inside what looked like a large basement, the room was only lit by red lights, a faint smell of leather took over my nostrils as I heard someone moaning softly in my ear…a woman. And the weirdest thing was that I could’ve sworn I felt her breath against my ear. Needless to say I woke up with my dick as hard as a rock and had to spend a solid thirty minutes trying to get rid of a very painful boner, which did not leave me no matter how many times I came. Half hard and inside a convent...yeah, I’m definitely going to Hell!

“How did you sleep, Damian?” Was the first thing I was asked when I walked into the Mother Superior’s office in the morning. Something in her voice told me she knew exactly what I had done underneath the shower.

“Good”

“I bet you woke up feeling much better after a good night of rest, right?” She smiled devilishly and I just nodded

“Would you mind if we took a tour through the convent at some point?” I asked, quickly changing subjects

“Of course not! Let me know when you want one”

I nodded and began to ask my questions

“So, why do so many men keep coming and going from this convent? Seems like the place men shouldn’t be”

“The only men who come to the convent, Damian, are maintenance, the donors for the ‘thank you parties’ we host and now you” She smiled

“How do you get so many people to keep donating?”

“We don’t oblige anyone to do anything. People are still kind enough to see the work we do for those in need and they get touched by it. So God is the one who inspires them to donate, Damian. Not me”

“I’ve noticed a lot of fancy things here. Shouldn’t the money be going to something else?”

“The ‘fancy’ things you see are gifts from the donors. Things they felt in their hearts they should give us freely. We don’t buy things for the convent, apart from food. That’s one of the rules”

“Speaking of rules” I looked at her “Why are you smoking? Isn't that not allowed?”

“We don’t have rules against smoking here, Damian. The choice to do it or not is personal, but there are no rules for it. It’s not forbidden or a sin. Now, if you think nuns shouldn’t smoke, I suggest you pay a visit to the convents in Rome and give them a piece of your mind about their choices regarding health”

I chuckled at her comeback

“Why so cynical about our good intentions?” She licked her lips

“Because you don’t have any” I spat

“We live for helping those in need, Damian” She pointed towards my visible bulge

“Helping those in need, huh? And what do you get out of it?”

She walked towards me “Satisfaction in its purest form” She lifted one hand up and caressed my lower belly over my shirt “It’s incredible how much providing relief to others can trigger the biggest pleasure in our bodies...to see their eyes semi-closed in...relief is so rewarding to me”

I cleared my throat and shifted uncomfortably. “And just how needy do these people have to be?” I was speaking in financial terms of course

“Very needy” Her hand toyed with my jeans button “Some even have trouble sleeping due to their neediness, so you can see how a helping hand goes so well in this case...even the right mouth, you know to profess the Lord’s word”

“And just how many of these ‘charitable acts’ have you been involved with?” I felt my cock grow harder and harder

“Directly? Only when things get too hard, Damian” Her hand brushed against my hard bulge “That’s when I offer my help, so things can stop getting so hard and painful”

I gulped as I tried to shift away from her touch “So what, you just have all these other poor girls do your dirty work for you?” I try to keep my serious composure

“I’m not afraid of getting dirty, Damian. The girls do what they can, what they’re instructed to...but sometimes things get so hard that I have no other option but intervene” She pulled the fly of my jeans down “Then, once the seed of evil is finally spilled, things can go back to being soft again” She leaned in closer “Would you like a demonstration, Damian? I’m sure you have some kind of evil inside you that needs to be released” She asked with a sinister smile reaching her hand into the waistband of my boxer briefs

“I’m just here for work, Y/N, I have nothing to donate”

“Don’t worry about it. My girls will not be involved in this...it will be our little secret”

“I would like the tour now, please”

She smirked “Of course” and stepped away from me “This way” She went out the door as if nothing had happened

“Psycho bitch” I whispered to myself, as I pulled the fly of my jeans up and tied my hoodie around my waist to cover up the boner.

“This way we have the nuns bedrooms” She pointed towards a hallway “Kitchen, restrooms, archives, laundry room, storage for cleaning supplies, pantry” She explained each room, until we were outside “The patio, garden; where we cultivate flowers, fruits and vegetables, garage and the chapel is this way”

She walked towards a medium sized chapel in the middle of the garden, it looked like a regular chapel on the inside. It had an altar with a bible on it, a pulpit, a big cross, devotional statues of catholic saints, wooden benches and a confessional. Candles were lit up all over the place and everything looked normal. Scarily normal, until I noticed a few nuns who were sat on one of the benches staring at me with a weird look on their eyes

“Why are they looking at me like that?” I asked Y/N

“Like what?”

“Like, with...” I trailed off

“With desire?” She whispered in a mocking tone

I looked down at her speechless

“One could say that you’re a little too obsessed with the lust theme, Damian” She smiled “It’s all you can think about ever since you got here, dear. You should be careful” She licked her lips and pulled me by my hand towards her office again.

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Later that night while I was trying to get some sleep, I began to hear some mumbling. Muffled voices kept saying something unintelligible and filling up the bedroom with mainly female voices. But one of the voices sounded too familiar to me...

I stood up from the bed and began to search in the room where those voices could be coming from, and as I almost gave up, I found it. A small hole of the size of a coin, in the concrete wall in front of my bed. Scooting closer to the wall, I knelt down and peeked through the hole, but weirdly enough, the room was pitch black. The mumbling started again and they soon became moans. Above all the moaning voices, one stood out to me. It was Y/N’s voice, she moaned softly while she said something I couldn’t quite understand. Her voice was filled with lust, her moans were pornographic and I could swear she was moaning my name. It both frightened and turned me on, so I did what any wise man would do. I returned to the bed, laid down and jerked off before falling into a deep slumber.

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“Wake up” Someone softly whispered in my ear

I quickly opened my eyes and my heart was beating at a frantic pace due to the fright.

A young girl was sitting down on my bed “Please, follow me” was all she said before standing up and leaving my room

I was so confused that I didn’t even bother to grab a t-shirt, so I just followed her down the hall barefoot and only with a pair of sweatpants on. Looking outside the hallway windows, I could see that the sky was still dark, which could only mean it was the late hours of morning.

She took me inside the laundry room and pressed a button underneath the folding clothes table. A door opened and a red light lit up the dark wooden stairs. I continued to follow her down the stairs, and we began to walk down a long hallway that looked more like a basement. The whole place had only red lights as the lighting source, so it took my eyes a while to get used to it.

“Where are you taking me?” I asked, but only received silence as a response

We walked for what felt like ten minutes until we reached a black wooden door with an iron door knocker. She knocked on the door four times and left.

“Is this a prank?” I asked myself, after five minutes of standing there alone. Suddenly the door opened, but I couldn’t see anything other than darkness ahead

“Hello?” I called from the doorway, but no one answered back

The thing that made me such a great reporter was my utter curiosity, and even with all my senses screaming ‘don’t go in there!’ I decided to listen to my curious side instead, and went into the room. As soon as I stepped a foot inside, the door behind me closed shut.

The room was pitch black and I stumbled across a few items. I placed my hand on top of what felt like a table so I could try to guide myself through the room, at least back to the door again so I could leave. When suddenly I felt several pairs of soft hands on my torso pulling me back.

“What the fuck?” I gasped in shock

But before I could make a move, my wrists and ankles were tied to a wooden surface and a red light turned on in the room

Five nuns were in front of me, staring silently at my body

“Leave” Someone said from behind me, and the nuns obeyed and left

“I would be lying if I said you weren’t a beautiful sight” Y/N said, and and walked in front of me

“You psycho bitch” I growled and pulled at the restraints “Let me go!”

She smiled “Oh Damian...You don’t want that!” Her nails softly scratched my lower belly “And neither do I”

“You’re sick! Let me go, you fucking-“

“Na ah” She slapped me across the face “I’m done playing these pretending games” She lit up a cigarette “Pretend you didn’t jerk off to my moans, pretending you don’t want to fuck me...that gets tiring” She dipped her hand inside my sweatpants and found my semi hard bulge “You’ve wanted to fuck me ever since you laid eyes on me” She giggled and I licked my dry lips

“Those sinful, filthy, thoughts you’ve had, Damian” She closed her fist around my erection “You wanted to know what we do here, right? We purge that demon out of you” And scooted closer until her lips brushed against my own with every word she spoke

“We send him away, so he can’t bother you anymore” She freed my cock from my pants and began to pump her hand up and down “We release you from the seed of evil”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” I panted

Y/N knelt down in front of me and darted her tongue out, licking my slit “Give me the seed of evil, Damian” and gave an open mouth kiss on my tip “Feed me with it” Licked the underside of my shaft “Release yourself from what’s been bothering you ever since you got here” Darting her tongue out “Use me to purify your soul” And opened her mouth wider.

At such a sight I had no other option but to buck my hips forward…

And chase for my cleansing

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