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catfayssoux · 15 days
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WHO NEEDS MIDDLE BITS WHEN YOU CAN HAVE ✨ 𝒔 𝒄 𝒆 𝒏 𝒆 𝒔 ✨
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julescarstairs · 9 months
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I think the worst part about writing a book is wanting to tell everyone everything about your characters and your ships and your elaborate fantasy world and the massive plot twist at the end of your novel but you can’t, because if you do, then where is the fun in reading it? What is a good book without its element of surprise?
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isbergillustration · 2 months
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The Emperor
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boingocabinet · 2 months
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stylization test/much needed update for my scientist ocs totally not planning something nefarious (a visual novel)
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ms--lobotomy · 1 month
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I heard some of you were looking for Kyle. Who am I if not a provider?
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Summary: Abbadon wants a companion for the night.
Word Count: 1461
Content Warnings: General 40kness, smut, once my Catholic guilt arc is over it’s over for all of you
Image Credit: @squishyowl
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You looked out of the window of your cell. It was the one comfort you had here, and the view was almost beautiful. Silent columns of lightning stretched out between magenta clouds, churning away faster than they ever could on any planet. Iron bars marred the view somewhat, but you had to take what you could get in this strange land. The rest of your cell was pitifully dreary, with a curtain closing off what resembled a restroom and a slab of… something that resembled a bed. You chose not to look at those parts. At least, not now.
You heard footsteps coming down the hall. They were heavy and loud, announcing the presence of maybe two or three members of the Black Legion. You barely turned your head from the window before they fiddled with the keys to your cell, almost ripping the bars off of each other. You recognized one’s speech in Low Gothic, but it took you a few moments to really process it.
“The Despoiler wants a word with you.”
You tensed up. They surely couldn’t mean… No matter. You put one foot in front of the other and joined the three hulking men outside your cell. One of them started to walk off, and another prodded you with his chainsword.
“Move.”
You had no choice but to follow these strange men through the halls of the base. You lost track of where you were early on, going into new and uncharted areas of the base. Granted, you’d only ever seen the prison, so this was not a failing of your navigational skills. You hadn’t time to marvel at the interior despite being confined to your cell for what felt like weeks, you and your captors were walking too fast. You had to slightly jog to keep up with them.
Soon enough, you were upon a large door. You ran your fingers along the intricate woodwork, not having felt varnished wood in ages. Two of those strange men looked down at you as you lowered your hand. Another one turned on his vox machine.
“She’s here,” he said, stepping back from the door. The others did so as well, prompting you to do the same.
After a few moments, the door clicked open. You beheld a man taller than the three around you, the first without a helmet that you’d seen in a long while. He had a long top knot at the top of his head, and his eyes bored into you, unreadable. You immediately looked away, trying not to shake in your poorly put together shoes.
“Leave,” he said as the three behind you turned tail and left, muttering to one another.
He watched them as they left before turning his gaze back to you. “You can come in, you know.”
You looked up at him and slowly walked into the room. It must be his private chambers; it was filled with ornate things that you couldn’t have even dreamed of while in your cell. Your eyes darted from the paintings on the wall to the table and chairs built for someone his size. He walked towards the bed, sitting on it as it slightly gave way underneath him. “Come,” he said, scooting over slightly.
“Why do you bring me here?” you asked, rubbing your upper arm with your hand.
He smirked. “I just wanted a bit of company tonight.” He called your name. It was a bit strange on his lips, but it was the first time someone had referred to you by name instead of number.
Was it night? It was impossibly hard to tell in this space between space. You found yourself walking towards the bed and sitting on it next to him as he took his gauntlets off, then his pauldrons, then the rest of the armor adorning his arms. You couldn’t help but notice rippling muscles as your heart beat quicker in your chest.
“Not like I have a choice in the matter,” you said after a moment.
He chuckled. “If you do not wish to be here, I could grab another.”
“No-“ you interjected before you could stop yourself.
He continued taking off his armor, pulling his breastplate over his head before casting it aside. “Good,” he said. He wrapped an arm around your waist, and you tensed up yet again.
“I will not hurt you, unless that is something you desire.”
You looked up at him. He was looking down at you with… reverence, almost. You felt your face go warm as he took your chin in his hand. His grip was firm, but you could tell that he was holding back.
He let go and leaned down to take off his lower armor, and you watched intently as pieces fell to the floor, softly clanking against other pieces. He looked down at you and smirked once he was finished. It was then when he leaned in for a kiss, pressing against soft skin. You were taken aback for a minute before you reciprocated. He grabbed your hips and turned the rest of you to face him, your legs resting against his waist.
He brushed the sides of your shirt up, fabric gathering underneath his hands. You let out a soft moan before freezing, and he pulled away.
“Enjoying yourself?” he asked.
You slowly nodded. He went in for a kiss again, this time biting your bottom lip. You squeaked, grasping for his body glove. You felt him chuckle against you, hands moving underneath your shirt up your back. He pulled away again, his hands moving to your thigh.
“Take it off,” he barked.
Without hesitation, you pulled your shirt over your head. He looked down at you for a moment, running a hand over your body.
“Good girl,” he said, pressing you down onto the bed before planting his teeth on your collarbone. It wasn’t enough to draw blood, but it was going to leave a mark. You let out another high-pitched squeak, and he made another mark even lower. When he had his fill, he went down to your breast and took your nipple in his teeth.
“Abbadon…” you moaned as he bit you there. That was also going to leave a mark.
“What is it?” he asked before moving to your other side to do the same thing. You yelped, your fingers pressing into his back as he trailed lower. He was kneeling before you when he made his way between your legs, pulling your shoes and pants off and parting your legs with ease. He began to feast, eliciting soft cries from you. He reached places you thought someone could never reach, and before long, you came hard on him.
He pulled away, fiddling with the zipper on his body glove before taking it all off. You looked at him in awe before he pinned you down again, your fingers interlocking with his. He planted a quick kiss to your lips before he rubbed himself against you and you looked up at him, pleading.
“You will have to beg for it,” he said, grazing himself against you.
“Please…” you murmured. “Please put yourself in me. I want you.”
“More than anything you’ve ever wanted?”
“More than anything I’ve ever wanted.”
He put himself in, and you cried out. “You are taking me so well,” he said as he slid in further. You couldn’t form any cohesive sentences in response, so you let yourself cry out. He slid himself in to the hilt and stayed there for a minute, watching your face scrunch up and listening to your little yelps before he pulled himself out to do it all again. He started to go faster, and you felt your eyes rolling back. Here you were, stark naked, stretched out over him.
You came a second time, much more loudly and violently than the first. Abbadon smirked above you, victorious. His hands moved to your wrists as he kept going, and soon you realized how much stamina was granted to an Astartes. He kept you up long into the night before he started to speed up one last time. You were loud, and he stuck a few fingers in your mouth. He grunted something in his Cthonian tongue before he shot his load into you, once, twice, then a third time.
Liquid leaked out of you as he pulled himself out of you for the last time and shifted you fully onto the bed. He held you close to him. You relaxed into his hold as he ran a hand through your hair.
“You will not have to spend another day rotting in that cell,” he said.
You closed your eyes and sleep soon took hold of you. You slept better than you had in weeks.
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theunromanticized · 2 months
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Just wanted to share a picture of a thing I'm working on rn 'v'
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morbethgames · 2 months
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37k words into the current update and not even halfway done yet.
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lionbearfox · 11 months
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Finally finished this one!! I love these two and their dynamic i wish we saw more of them in game (+ a bonus below the readmore)
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firstborn-if · 1 year
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In a world with witches and vampires and a slowly dwindling human population, you never thought you would be anything special. That is, until, it is discovered you are a vampire. Even more, you seem to share the soul of the first born. The first ever vampire to exist.
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Play as a vampire (duh)
Discover more about yourself, both as a newly discovered vampire and your origins in the past.
Stop terrorists from taking over the world.
Go to college
Do well in school (not really, but you can try your best)
Befriend (or antagonise) a range of characters
Don't forget flirting with them
Sharpen your skills and powers
Learn about all the different vampire factions and types.
Reconcile (or bully) your cultist parents.
Pick a side in the war (if you want)
last updated: 16th july 2023
demo | ro's
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kiriashini · 5 months
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WIP !!! John doe! I like drawing some silly doodles on my WIP screenshots dont blame me
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I didn’t write much of anything in months. I kinda made progress with my editing of “Floating in the Rush of You and I” – which is the version of “Restatement of Home” I deliberately disconnected from the TMA-fandom in hopes of maybe making it a genuine novel.
My current main project, though, is stuck. I decided I want to add another interlude after Ch.21, I also contemplate going through the whole thing and editing the shite out of it.
Like, I won’t change it significantly but I also feel like I slept on the characters’ physical descriptions and haven’t peppered enough hints at the protagonist’s backstory throughout.
I also have a rather set plan for chapters 25 onward but I haven’t written 22 or 24 yet, so …ish
It’s an independent work and because of that I highly doubt I can interest anyone in it enough so they can help my motivation.
I don’t deny that I only managed “Restatement of Home” as well as I did because so had the support and input from a friend.
And I kinda knew what I was getting myself into when I started an original work on AO3 but my (not former) friend was right that my AU/ story was too disconnected and I had about no reason to keep the story a fanfiction except to gain readers.
But divorcing my novel from the initial fandom has given me a lot of freedom, a lot of possibilities and ways to play with the characters I wouldn’t have had, had I kept it a fanfiction.
I like the novel I’m writing. I genuinely want to finish it and I want it to be read and commented by people.
But I also feel like I should go back and work my way through chapters 1-20 again, editing, adding details, adding descriptions, give it a bit more personality…
But I also don’t feel like I have the spoons. Not for editing, not for adding that interlude, not for finishing Chapters 22 and 24. I think I need to get back into it from the beginning, fix it up and then I can actually put chapters 20 and onwards how I want them. Because I know that part of what keeps me stuck on Ch.22 is that I need to retroactively change some thing I didn’t previously mention in the narrative.
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saintmachina · 1 month
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One million dollar question: is it true that the Bible condems homosexuality? I had a discussion with two conservatives who sent me some verses that seem to confirm that but i don't know much about the context although i know this is important too
Let’s start here: why is this the million dollar question? Why does it matter what the Bible has to say about sex, or love, or human relationships? At the end of the day, it’s just a book, right?
Oceans of ink (and blood) have been spilled over not only what the Bible says, but what it does, how it functions. The course of empires, nations, and families have been shaped by the contents of this book, and from a historical and cultural perspective, it holds a lot of weight. But you didn’t ask about the sociological, you asked about the theological, so let’s explore. 
Different Christian traditions vary in their approach to scripture. For example: some Protestant denominations believe that the Bible is inspired, inerrant, and infallible. In this paradigm, God is the ultimate author of scripture working through human hands, and the resulting text is both without error and in no way deceptive or mistaken. Similarly, The Second Vatican Council decreed that “the books of Scripture must be acknowledged as teaching solidly, faithfully and without error that truth which God wanted put into sacred writings for the sake of salvation.” When a member of the clergy is ordained into the Episcopal Church they swear that they “do believe the Holy Scriptures of the Old and New Testaments to be the Word of God, and to contain all things necessary to salvation.”
Can you see how many of these points of doctrine overlap yet seek to distinguish themselves from one another? Theologians have spent lifetimes arguing over definitions, and even when they manage to settle on solid teachings, the way that the teaching is interpreted by the clergy and incorporated into the lives of the laity varies WIDELY. As much as systematic theology may try, humans aren’t systematic beings. We’re highly contextual: we only exist in relation to others, to history, to circumstance, and to the divine. We simply cannot call up God to confirm church teaching, and I think a lot of people cling excessively to the Bible as a result of the ache (dare I even say trauma) of being separated from God via space and time in the way we currently are.
God is here, but God is not here. God is within us, God is within the beloved, God is within the sea and sky and land, and yet we cannot grasp God to our bodies in the way we long to. In this earthly lifetime, we are forever enmeshed in God, yet forever distinct, and that is our great joy and our great tragedy.
So barring a direct spiritual experience or the actual second coming, we're left to sort through these things ourselves. And because humans are flawed, our interpretations will always be flawed. Even with the presence of the Holy Spirit in our lives guiding us.
When engaging with any sort of Biblical debate, it is essential that you have a strong understanding of what the Bible means to you, an an embodied individual living a brief little awful and wonderful life on Earth. Otherwise it's easy to get pushed around by other people’s convincing-sounding arguments and sound bites.
Here’s where I show my hand. As a confirmed Episcopalian I believe that reason, tradition, and scripture form the “three-legged stool” upon which the church stands, interdependent and interrelational to each other, but I’ve also like, lived a life outside of books. I’ve met God in grimy alleyways and frigid ocean waters and in bed with my lovers. So my stool is actually four-legged, because I think it’s essential to incorporate one’s personal experience of God into the mix as well. (I did not invent this: it’s called the Wesleyan quadrilateral, but the official Wesleyan quadrilateral insists that scripture must trump all other legs of the table in the case of a conflict which...*cynical noises*)
Please do not interpret this answer as me doing a hand-wavey "it's all vibes, man, we're all equally right and equally wrong", but I do absolutely think we have a responsibility as creatures to weigh the suffering and/or flourishing of our fellow creatures against teachings handed down through oral tradition, schisms, imperial takeover of faith, and translation and mistranslation. Do I believe the Bible is sacred, supernatural even, and that it contains all things necessary to find one's way to God, if that is the way God chooses to manifest to an individual in a given lifetime? Absolutely. Do I believe it is a priceless work of art and human achievement that captures ancient truths and the hopes of a people (as well as a record of their atrocities) through symbols, stories, and signs? Unto my death, I do.
However, I am wary of making an object of human creation, God-breathed though it may be, into an idol, and trapping God in its pages like God is some sort of exotic bug we can pin down with a sewing needle.
Finally, we have reached the homosexuality debate. One of my favorite sayings of Jesus is Matthew 5: 15-17: "Beware of false prophets, who come to you in sheep's clothing but inwardly are ravenous wolves. You will know them by their fruits. Are grapes gathered from thorns, or figs from thistles? In the same way, every good tree bears good fruit, but the bad tree bears bad fruit." In other words: look at what religious teachings have wrought in the world. When I look at homophobic interpretations of the Bible, I see destruction, abuse, suffering, neglect, alienation, spiritual decay, and death. When I look at theology that affirms the holiness of LGBTQ+ relationships, I see joy, laughter, community building, thoughtful care, blooming families, creativity, resilience, and compassion. I see the love of Christ at work in the world. I see the hands of a God who chose under no duress to take up residence in a human body, to drink wine with tax collectors and break bread with sex workers and carry urchin children around on his shoulders. That's my limited little pet interpretation, but hey, that's all any of us really have, at the end of the day.
So, I am absolutely happy to do a play-by-play breakdown of why those passages you were given (we queer Christians often call them "clobber passages" or "texts of terror") don't hold water in a theological, historical, and cultural context. We can talk about Jesus blessing the eunuch and the institution of Greek pederasty and Levitical purity laws and Paul because I've done that reading. I've spent my nights crying in self-hatred and leafing through doctrine books and arguing with my pastors and writing long grad school essays on the subjects. Send me the verses, if you can remember them, and I'll take a look. But it's worth noting that out of the entire Bible, I believe there are only six that explicitly condemn homosexuality AND I'm being generous and including Sodom and Gommorah here, which is a willful and ignorant misreading if I've ever seen one.
In the meantime, I recommend books by people smarter than me! Try Outside The Lines: How Embracing Queerness Will Transform Your Faith by Mihee Kim-Kort, or Does Jesus Really Love Me by Jeff Chu, or Transforming: The Bible and the Lives of Transgender Christians by Austen Hartke!
And take a breath, dear one. Breathe in God, in the droplets of water in the air and in the wind from the south. Breathe in the gift of life, and know that you are loved, now and unto the end of the age and even beyond then.
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aquariumghostsong · 27 days
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Some unfinished wip of a VV + Voidlight drawing I started forever ago from @stygian-eye-stories Sacrarium Pario
I remember the “Do you think we’d be soulmate in every universe” trend and thought of a soulmate AU so here is VV with their string of fate.
Also I know it looks like Violo has on green lipstick I just tend to use fun colors for lips hence Voidlight in my design having blue lips and that Viv is def not tall enough compared to Viv
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sitraachranovel · 4 days
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Just a King and her Secretkeeper. :>
A crop of a larger sketch with some very quick and messy shading.
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wings-of-ink · 11 days
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Got another good segment done! Just one more small one, and then I'll be doing the little wrap up for chapter 3!
Keeping track of this one hurt my brain, I was juggling a few variations in a conversation. It wouldn't be so bad if I would plot the splits BEFORE I start writing and entering things, lol.
Ignore the weird way I track my passages, it makes sense in my head but it's not really super organized, but it helps me.
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In other news, I discovered that the text document I use to dump literally everything (prose, code, notes to myself, plus a table to track variables) is over 500 pages. So, I think I'll be backing that up and starting a fresh one for the next few chapters...
Anyway, I hope you are all doing well, are safe, and content. ^_^
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patientn401 · 8 months
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Weekly summary!
Hello everyone! I hope you had a wonderful week :)
This week has been quite busy for me, but despite that, managed to make some small progress, so it wasn't all negative. These days, I've been focusing again on the voice search for the demo - I'm excited to confirm that we've finally found the voice for the 401 character!
Clapping in the background *
This is news that fills me with excitement, as I move forward step by step and these significant achievements fill me with joy. All the effort I have invested so far has definitely paid off. I also want to confirm that the voice will be in Spanish. I wanted to find something authentic to include in the demo, and although the selection was a challenging process because so many people wanted to participate, I am immensely grateful to everyone who wanted to be part of this.
Everyone get a warm hug from me!
I don't have a really relevant image to share, but I show you this picture of the picture I printed of the last illustration (which I personally loved, hehe).
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