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Would never leave after that

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Avooo, I’m in desperate need of something with creature!V and his lovely wings (with smut involved somehow?) 🖤🖤

of course my darling! a little bit of wing kink teehee.

creature!perpetua x gn!reader; smut

Here, the world is quiet and safe. Here with your beloved creature.

Perpetua’s wings are fully extended, cocooning the two of you in your own precious sanctuary, away from the rest of existence. The silky, grey membrane between them only allows a little of the moonlight in, letting the two of you luxuriate in the chiaroscuro world of your lovemaking.

He chitters and presses deeper into you, hips moving in little rolling motions as he fucks you joyously. You loop your arms around his neck and tug him down for a kiss. You've long since learned how to navigate the mouthful of teeth, how to move your lips without letting them bleed.

Well, without letting them bleed on purpose, anyway.

"I love you," he whispers, voice strung out in pleasure, human vocal chords losing the battle against his natural monstrous rasp.

"I love you too," you reply, leaning your neck back so he can kiss along it, as he so loves to be near the thrum of your blood. He takes your invitation immediately, mouth warm and open as he marks you up as his with gentle little pecks. They soon turn salacious, though, and as he licks the shell of your ear, your hand makes an involuntary movement as you lose yourself to pleasure.

Your knuckles stroke his patagium. He yips in delight.

"Oh, Pet, did you enjoy that?" you tease. He can't meet your eyes, just buries his face further into where your shoulder meets your neck and nods deserpately.

"Yes. Yes I did, my heart. Please do it again..."

He begins to move his hips with determination as you reach out to caress his wing with your fingertips just like you'd worship any other part of his - his face, his chest, his long legs. He releases a fluttery sigh at the intimacy of it and you're sure you'd let him keep you here forever.

Your beloved creature.

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So yeah here's an excerpt from my Antichrist AU! :] It's very angsty, very self indulgent, and I love it, so if anyone has any questions or wants to see more, please lemme know!

I'd been working on this for a couple months now :']

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Hiii I made a silly donos page here. No pressure to give anything at all I'm not actively in need of money but keep an eye out for art and writing comms if there was anything specific you'd want me to do and felt like throwing a couple dollars at me 💚 :) its also in my pinned!

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Terzo was a socialist

Maybe even a communist. There are too many hints to ignore. He seems to have been so preoccupied with the theme of class inequality that it ran as a leitmotif throughout his era.

1. The Popestar cover shows him as Lenin on the Palace of Soviets (an unbuilt monumental Soviet project). Lenin was a revolutor, the creator of the first socialist state in world history (USSR) and a Marxist theorist.

2. Papa is associated with Maschinenmensch from the movie "Metropolis" in many official artworks.

"Metropolis" was the main inspiration for the creation of Meliora. The world of Metropolis is stratified in the same way as Meliora's world. It highlights the problem of the gap between the workers and the ruling class. While the rich enjoy life, the working class is exhausted from maintaining the industrial machine. The top and bottom do not understand each other, they speak a different language, as in the myth of the Tower of Babel. "The mediator between the head and the hands must be the heart," says the preacher Maria, suggesting a peaceful way of settlement. At one point the peaceful preacher is replaced by the satanic Maschinenmensch, who excites the crowd and raises the working class to fight the ruling class by staging a revolution. The movie condemns this path, but Terzo may have a different opinion. After all, in this whole story it is with Maschinenmensch and not with Maria that he is identified.

3. Terzo's character in Meliora world, Mysterious Spectre, is essentially a revolutionary as well. When in the FTPTTP music video Madam Satan hands him a cup with a magical drink, he gets a vision of a world order in which oligarchs have enslaved the people with the power of electricity. Spectre refuses to participate in this scheme, becomes Papa and begins to fight for the redistribution of power.

4. Before performing Mummy Dust, Terzo said that Mammon (the demon of wealth and opulence) is the one deity we humans worship every day.

PAPA III: Basically we're gonna do one heavy motherfucker about one evil motherfucker. This motherfucker is so evil that he starts all wars, controls all poverty and make us hate each other and kill each other. And we all bow for him every day. So, we've written a song about him and his name is Mammon.

Splendid Lille, 2016/02/01

Although as a Satanist he is supposed to sympathize with demons, I think he was speaking in a negative way because—

5. —Also before Mummy Dust he mocked Trump saying "he's not president" and demeaning him in all sorts of ways.

PAPA III: This song is about greed, money, power... Trump!

September 17th at revolution rock festival in Mashantucket

I think Mammon and Trump embody the same principle for Terzo (since Trump is a businessman and billionaire who came to power), and that principle he hates.

So we know what he sees as the root of social evil (or one of the roots), and in the videos he seems to offer a quite concrete political program. It's also interesting in this sense to parse The Prologue, which I think is a manifesto for the third era. Here are a few quotes:

The devil’s fall came only after his great rebellion, a single and simple act of looking into the face of authority and saying, “I am glorious.”

Above the shining city of Meloria, dirigibles float like angels, ever watchful. Under the streets, Papa Emeritus III is gathering his new flock. He is a shepherd of black sheep, the sewers are his cathedral.

Going from “The Pinnacle to the Pit” is not the punishment it was meant to be. It is freedom to struggle against injustice, to march with crowns and sceptres. Here in the pit, we are all royalty now.

Papa Emeritus III. A prologue and introduction

[Part 9] [Encyclopedia of Terzo]

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im not sure how no one bagged this username considering its just ghuleh but slightly different because it comes from غولة which. like. in dialects of arabic will sound like one or the other. my question is: has there been any fun little metanalysis abt ghuleh as a song or term in the ghost fandom in relation to its etymological roots? ive been doing it in private bc im a nerd.

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ghoulette indulgence

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You’re not depressed. You just need $250,000 in your bank account.

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since the US tour is over now it's almost vacation time for Perpetua! 🏖️

Frater is there too

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From seraph skies and now to chaos bound.

And a Happy? Birthday to @thymosghoul <3. I am forever thankful for your friendship.

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people get so mad and weird about polyamory when ultimately it's always like you're just mad you can't date this polyamorous person you met because you want a monogamous relationship with them and they're dating other people

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How about some trans Perpetua grinding on readers thigh? He’s so needy and touch starved 🥺

lightly creature!perpetua x gn!reader (perpetua is described as having a cunt!)

"That's it, my good, sweet boy, take what you need..."

"It's so much..." he breathes, voice ragged, the overstimulation threatening to make him cry. You run a comforting hand down his back, feeling every ridge of his spine an an intimate gesture which has the both of you gasping.

"I know it is, I know. But you can do it. My darling, lovely thing..."

He mewls at your praise and buries his face in the crook of your neck, where his breath is hot and heavy against the softest part of your skin. Slowly his hips rock back and forth, his cunt catching on the rough denim of your jeans.

Sometimes he is Papa: all sinful gestures, alluring pouts, the man who has an audience eating from his talons and begging for more.

Then, sometimes, he is this, in his most vulnerable and needy moments: Perpetua, your favourite man in the whole universe, the love of your life who just needs someone to guide him through getting off when he can't trust his own body with it, when he needs a firm hand around his throat to show him the way.

"Look at you, getting my thigh all wet, marking me up with how desperate you are..."

"Oh-hh-hh," he chokes, pushing in rougher, incesed by the need for the friction. You rest your hands on his thighs and guide him as much as you can, rocking him back and forth on your leg, whispering encouragement and guidance as you go.

"That's it, baby, you can come, I've got you, I'm right here for you..."

He moans as he releases, body going bone-stiff and then all his muscles relaxing at once as he collapses into your arms. His hips give needy little thrusts as he continues to ride the wave of his orgasm out against you. You caress him the whole time: fingers in his hair, hand on his flank.

"There you go. You did so well. Are you okay, Perpetua?"

In answer he lazily pulls his head back so he can kiss you, lips soft and languid against your own, tongue sweet and thankful.

"Of course I am, love, I have you..." he hums, and isn't that just enough to make your heart burst?

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the original got flagged with no way to appeal it when every contributor is deactivated but I will never let this post die. it's monday and we are getting on it cunts