Start of Chapter seven, “Sins of the flesh”

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Dean stood at the top of the church on October 26th, 2008, getting prepared for the day’s sermon as usual; he had been on edge for days, trying everything in his might not to call Castiel to make sure that he was okay.

Castiel was an angel, after all; a tricking, pie-stealing, trust-breaking, barbarous hedge-born joitheaded liar of an angel, that is, and Dean was sure he would be just fine without him or Sam nearby to help him. Flipping through his bible to some of the tabs he had out in his bible to be able to find what he wanted to say, Dean heard the front door of the church push open.

Listening closely, the eldest Winchester quickly realized that it was just his brother who had decided to show up a tad early for the sermon. Dean listened as his brother’s footsteps came closer and closer to him, stopping right beside him just as he found the page in his bible that he was searching for.

“What’s up, Sammy?” The priest asked, tilting his head slightly in his brother’s direction. “Cas asked if he could come to see your sermon, since he’s, uh, picking up his books later on,” Sam informed him, though it seemed by Sam’s hesitant that he already knew what the answer to that question was going to be.

“Tell Mr.Novak that there are other churches across town that he may enjoy more,” Dean hummed with a sarcastic smile, still feeling rather upset by the whole ordeal. “Dean, you can’t keep running from-” “Castiel can fuck off, okay, Sam?” Dean snapped, frowning as he pretended to flip pages in his bible again. “Now if you would excuse me, I have things to do, Sammy,”

Dean felt a little bad as Sam sighed and turned away, disappointment radiating over him as he dragged his feet and retreated back to the house. The man could hear the back door slam as he turned another page of his bible, and he tried to remind himself that Sammy was upset with him too and needed a way to express that without too many repercussions. Despite the guilt hanging over him, Dean quickly got the rest of his planning done and stood beside the door to begin greeting guests as they flooded in.

Most were old voices, people who has helped raise Dean and Sam and aid their father in learning how to raise two children on his own, people who had brought the young boys meals when they realized their father left them home alone, just in case they hadn’t eaten in a few days.

Despite this, there were one or two new voices who dropped by to check things out, one has just moved to the area and the other just trying to figure out their religion or what they did and did not believe in. In both cases, Dean welcomed them with open arms and greeted the rest of the usuals before making his way back up to the front to begin the sermon...

Of course Machete brings Vasco closer to god. That may have been a sex joke but like, definitely. It’s the best line in the entirety of Les Mis!

To love another person is to see the face of god.

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It's so funny bc I thought I was DONE with GoT/ASOIAF (at least until TWoW came out), and Ryan Condal and Miguel Sapochnik had to center the Dance around a Yuri fallout basically, and my content-starved queer heart couldn't resist that shit.

You give me a princess who struggles with gender roles, more specifically, the ones that are set to her as a woman and the ones set to her by being heir to the throne. A woman who's walking the line between her duties. She is a woman with no true freedom, even though she's a Princess and next in line for the throne, always having to live up to the expectations set by the men around her.

Then, you have her former "best friend," who's been groomed by both her father and the King used as a pawn in political games, and ended up isolated as a result. She's also an extremely religious woman who's been repressing her true desires before she even realized what those desires really were. She's a woman with no true agency, even though she's Queen.

And to top it all off, they had a great relationship. They were there for each other. They confided in each other. And then, their relationship fell apart because of the ambition of the men who were supposed to have their best interests at heart but only had theirs guiding their actions.

They grow apart and are pitted against each other. Each of them defends their family fiercely, which, of course, causes conflict because, again, the men who should be taking care of them are selfish bastards. Then, for the briefest of moments, they manage to get close again. Not like before, because too much has gone down between them. But, of fucking course, Viserys has to die, but not before speaking about an ambiguous prophecy about who's to sit on the Iron Throne (too many Aegons, man), and of fucking course that opens the gates to a civil war, which, of course, takes 0.1 seconds to go from bad to worse and then all Hell breaks loose, making it impossible for these two women, who had once been the closest two people could be, ever to reconcile.

So yeah, Condal and Sapochnik have me hooked on toxic, doomed-by-the-narrative Yuri.

I'm just here for the ride.

Do you guys see the vision I'm envisioning...

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mentor!katniss x tribute!peeta is such an irresistible idea…. imagine this insane, unspoken desperation she would have to save this boy who once saved her when they were both children and be completely be unable to rationalize her depth of feeling to herself

this is pfms coded but if george was pfms!matty and matty was reader

trying to explain that i ship gureshin/fyolai and that's why i want to see shinya/nikolai kill guren/fyodor but struggling not to look like a sociopath

I keep these longings locked In lowercase, inside a vault Someone told me, "There's no such thing as bad thoughts Only your actions talk" These fatal fantasies giving way to labored breath Taking all of me, we've already done it in my head If it's make-believe Why does it feel like a vow we'll both uphold somehow? What if he's written "mine" on my upper thigh only in my mind? One slip and falling back into the hedge maze Oh, what a way to die My bedsheets are ablaze, I've screamed his name Building up like waves crashing over my grave Without ever touching his skin How can I be guilty as sin? What if I roll the stone away? They're gonna crucify me anyway What if the way you hold me is actually what's holy? If long-suffering propriety is what they want from me They don't know how you've haunted me so stunningly I choose you and me religiously

steve who has only recently realized he's gay. he's dealing with all the internalized shame when he falls hard for eddie. eddie who's bisexual but doesn't really share it much, isn't too bothered over who knows and who doesn't but isn't advertising either. they both assume the other is straight.

cue steve panicking because he can't stop fantasizing about his friend, his very straight friend. he feels so guilty everytime he touches himself with thoughts of eddie running through his mind.

regardless of all the guilt and fear, he would choose eddie without a second thought. can't stop the way his heart and body are tuned into every little thing about him-his doe eyes and smile that lights up the room, the tats and his curls. everything. eventually, he ignores the overwhelming fear that he will be crucified over his love for eddie and rolls the stone away. only to finally realize that eddie has been pining for him the entire time.

Start of chapter four, Sins of the flesh.

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Screams of pain and gurgles of pure agony surrounded Dean in hell; pain radiated throughout the man’s body and he didn’t have his blindfold over his eyes to allow him to feign ignorance to the many bloodied and beaten people surrounding him. The man didn’t remember how long he had been in hell, the pain too much for him to think about anything else; he hung on hooks, screamed and bled until he couldn’t take it anymore. He fought as hard as he could, avoided becoming a torturer at all costs and tried to remember what earth was like and who he was.

He was a priest, yet he was in hell; he struggled for forty long years until a saving grace came upon him. Hell lit up with a yellowish-white glow bright enough to blind you with a single glance, demons perished all around and Dean was raised from hell once again as a hand burned his left shoulder.

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Dean gasped as his eyes flew open, arms flailing and hands desperately grasping at something to hold on to; the first thing he registered was the feeling of cold stone beneath him, as well as beneath his palms when finally he had a grip on something.

Looking up, he saw towering ceilings and archways stretching high above his head; the many depictions of angels painted skywards were new to him, he had never even known that they were there. His left shoulder ached, and he came to realize his left hand lay on a very familiar statue; dozens of rosaries hung around her neck, swaying just slightly in a breeze that carried itself through the open door at the very back of the church. Dean sat up, breathing in the still-stale air; he could smell rain on the breeze and yet the church’s oxygen remained dusty and scented like history, it seemed no one had cleaned it properly in a while. The man only barely registered the pounding in his head as he looked around at the pews and the windows of his church, still a little disorientated by the sudden drag up from hell. Finally understanding that he was safe, Dean hauled himself up onto shaking legs and got a more thorough look at his surroundings...

I ask you to betray me with a kiss,

To exchange a pound of silver for my pound of flesh.

I ask you to betray me beautifully, to break bread at my table before you break my heart.

Your brother will claim to have never known me, and that may be for the best.

After all we all have our crosses to bare and the scent of lumber is the smell of home.

My brow is laiden with the weight of a crown I never asked for, so betray me softly, with a kiss.

They're all the same genre of man and I cant stop thinking about it

The "The Dawn Will Come" scene in DAI is one of the best bits of storytelling Bioware has ever done.

while the dungeon design isn’t the best at times i do love the labyrinth of amala on an aesthetic and symbolic level.

this is far from the first smt dungeon that has you explore the insides of something body-related but the entire thing basically being around a heart and the bottom/the part of it we see within the peephole being the heart itself is so clever. literally going to the heart of the labyrinth. the way the walls morph and change first appearing as some kind of bone-like interior to becoming more fleshy is??? god it’s metal af.

it also makes sense from the standpoint of demons being based on and preying upon various basic human desires and sin being likened to the blackening of one’s heart also makes sense. that or it’s relating to what hell truly is based on the source.

either one of the souls or demons in the first kalpa mentions at least the demons within the labyrinth have been cast out of heaven which lines up with a peculiar part of abrahamic mythology again depending on the source, where once war broke out in heaven and lucifer fell, he and most of the other angels on his side were sent into sheol—a realm for the afterlife. a lot of what it is happens to be insanely contradictory and hard to pin down but some hebrew scholars suggest (at least according to britannica) that it’s split up into multiple parts. so that’s definitely part of why there’s multiple layers.

the more fleshy part of it might derive from the leviathan and/or artistic depictions of sheol. again there’s way too many vague depictions and contradictions even within holy scriptures but it seems to be agreed upon that it’s akin to an underworld. some sort of afterlife. regardless synonymous with things like hell. the leviathan, a creature found in plenty of biblical texts and art, is said to be the gateway to h-e-double hockey sticks. enter its fiery maw and boom you’re there and yes this creature is allegedly so big it can fit hell in its entirely in its body. abaddon is another biblical being synonymous with the abyss and quite a few bits of art depict the entrance to sheol or another kind of underworld being a mouth so take that for what you will.

it’s now entirely safe to say there are three constants in shin megami tensei:

-there will be some kind of biblical figure included

-there will be a teleport maze

-be it in a rerelease, sequel to a mainline title, or in the base game itself, there will be a vore dungeon. if not, there will still be some form of vore included.

atlus is not immune to vore propaganda, i’m sorry.

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