#orgies of abomination

[winepresswrath]

jod personally has done so much for the concept of found family.

[slightly-knot-insane]

Bloody Blessed

Monstertober 2024 - day 23 + 27 [ Curse + Bloodthirst ] by @ozzgin

[ werewolves x fem!reader ]

content: blood, knotting, orgy, licking, oral, anal, piv, and a random curse by a curse generator lol

tw: cannibalism

You never expected to wake up surrounded by a pack of surprised werewolves. You had no idea how you got in that situation. You expect them to maul and devour you but instead they just stare at you, cautiously whispering among themselves. You realize your mouth is full of some metallic tasting liquid and that you are soaked in blood. Did they already hurt you? But you are not in pain. You are completely unharmed. Actually, you feel excellent. That is not your blood.

"We heard terrible screaming and came to investigate", one of the worried werewolves explains. "And we saw you... and that bloke over there."

You turn around only to witness remains of a barely recognizable human. You burp and a shocking realization dawns on you - you ate a human. You're a murderer. Even worse - a cannibal!

You start crying and the werewolves immediately approach you. They sniff your body and lick the tears off your face. "Little human! What is wrong? Are you hurt?"

"That damn artifact!" you shout. "Why did I take it? Why did I sell it? I felt something was wrong with it." A very pissed off god must have cursed you. And now you're an abomination, hungry for human flesh.

While you explain how shocked and disgusted you are, werewolves comfort you in the best way they can. "Why? You are so strong. So fierce. We will help you hunt bad humans and we will eat them together with you." They know you can't return to the human society so they offer to adopt you and teach you how to become one of them.

You are reluctant and scared, and they sense that. "Try," they say. "We will take care of you. We are sure you will love being one of us." You quickly notice the difference between the three of them. One of them talks and compliments you the most. He strokes your hair and face, pushing his fingers inside your mouth, investigating your teeth and tongue. The second one licks your arms and shoulders, and delicately bites your breasts and hips. You are soon covered in noticeable bite marks and hickeys. The third one lightly scratches you all over, sniffing your palms and inner thighs. He is the quietest, but his eyes burn the most.

They slowly remove your bloodied and tattered clothes and lick all the nasty blood stuck on your skin. You breathe heavily, overwhelmed with new sensations. Whimpers and mewls escape your lips and werewolves grin and chuckle, enjoying your exasperation. You are soon completely wet from their drool and you arousal being smeared by their claws and snouts. All three phalluses are out of sheaths, moist from need.

One of them pulls you on him, squeezing your hips. You rub against his cock, painfully horny, and he leads you onto his length. You are only allowed a little taste of his full size before he spreads your ass cheeks to let his other pack member claim you from behind. You yelp, surprised, but are quickly shut by a thick penis shoved down your throat. Choking but enjoying it at the same time, you're roughly fucked in all three holes. Your new pack mates switch, abusing your body in many ways, growling and panting, and howling every time you orgasm, enjoying it as much as you do.

They all want to knot you at the same time, but the one who gets to claim and breed your pink pussy has to be special so they decide to fuck you individually this time, and the one who gets you to orgasm the fastest gets to knot your cunt. You aren't sure who won because you were completely brain fogged from all the pleasure you were drowning in. Begging and moaning to let you rest, all three of them enter you at the same time, and knot you, spurting their cum into you mouth, ass and pussy. They remain inside you for some time, praising you and lovingly stroking your swollen sweaty stomach.

* * *

Werewolves take good care of you and every time bloodthirst curse overcame you, they captured and brought a human. Then, all four of you feasted on him. For a while, you felt awful every time you did that, grateful you had amnesia during that day. But soon, after many months of being pampered and bred by your werewolf boyfriends, you accepted this bloody cycle and your beautiful poly pack. Besides, you had to admit, sex after feasting was the most intense and feral experience you ever had. In a very twisted and morbid way, you felt blessed for being cursed.

[saphirafoxgirlspost1]

(Open Rp and NFSW Rp) My Little Pony Love Story in "Mystery Fusion Prince"

Long time ago at the Beautiful Side of the Equestria and Its a Kingdom Called "Sakutopia" Home of the Beautiful valley of Cherry blossom Forest and mountains as well. It was a Day Of the Engagement Party Of Princess Saphira and The One Troubled Pony Prince Name "Raven Quill" Who Decided to Humiliate the Princess with His spell that will made Saphira's whole life upside down and it All happened when Saphira is Having tea with her sisters and the princesses Of Equestria. while Saphira was talking to them about the wedding arrangement she heard the Loud Splat on the windows.. and Saphira said,"What in the world!?" She got out and saw Her fellow Ponies having an Orgy party as Saphira's face turns completely red with embarrassment, Then she was so angry She Shouted,"ENOUGH!!!" She slammed her hooves and her horns glows as She got them back to Normal and the orgy stopped immediately.. Everyone was embarrassed after the Spell is broken and then She Commanded,

Saph: "Who is responsible for all this Abominational actions!? I demand to know!"

Then She hears Raven Quills Laughter and She is Completely Living because She finally knows who did it, and she confronted him.

Saph: "Raven Quill, what is the meaning of this!? How could you cause this kind of Awful Mess in Our engagement Party!? Have you know Shame!?"

Raven Quill: "Oh come on saph, it was just a Prank! I'd just want to have a little fun with an orgy and the Lovely Mares."

Saph: "A PRANK!? Your Pranks just Ruined the Engagement party and your cheating on me too with those mares! I thought One day from the moment when we decided to get married You would Be Matured enough to know.. But I was Freaking wrong about this!"

Raven Quill scoffed and said Something that made Saphira's Blood Boils,

Raven Quill: "Hey It's Your Fault that Your Ex-Husband Cheated on you And Rid your Little Filly 6 years ago Because you didn't Produce a "Male Heir". "

Everyone Including Saphira was Shocked and Appalled, Then Saphira went Angry and said,

Saph: "Get out! This Engagement is Over! YOU! Raven Quill Brought Shame On my Kingdom and Dishonored Your Families name and yours!! I don't want to see you again! GUARDS Get him out! And Some Pony Clean This Horrible Semen and Juice Mess Now and get the Monks to Cleanse this Bad Spirits Out!"

Raven Quill was Escorted out of her kingdom and Saphira Profusely Apoligize to princess celestia, luna, and princess Cadence as well while Celestia felt sorry For what happen to Saphira and She can tell that Saphira was Completely hurt and Humiliated By Prince Raven Quill, So Celestia Decided To Invite Her to the Galloping Gala. Saphira was Suprised as she thanked them for the Invite and all but that Night, Saphira said,

Saph: " I don't know about going there.."

Then Her Identical twin sister said,

Ruby: "What do you mean You don't know!? It's been 6 years, SIX YEARS Since You Divorce that Rooster Claw For the Heartbreak he cause you to have! And Now you Don't know about going there!?"

Saph: "Well it's Just.. I don't want to be Hurt again.."

Ruby: "Damn it Saphira! Are you Seriously Hearing yourself!? I'm sorry, But I'm Not going to Stand there and watched you Being all Sad and Single alone! Your Going to the Galloping Gala and thats final. NO "buts". "ands." ifs, And No Ors as well Because You Deserve better than That And your a Princess, You need to be with Someone worthy For your daughters Sake.. She doesn't want you to be sad and Alone about it either, The Galloping gala is not going to start till Tomorrow Night.. So Tomorrow YOU are going Shopping In the Morning."

Saph: "Me? What about you? Are you going to join?"

Ruby: "Well I'm Having Some Royal Business To deal with.. But I'll Join you at the Royal Spa to make you look Nice after shopping for the Dress, So get to bed early so you can enjoy your dream life."

Saphira Nodded and began to Head to the bedroom While Ruby Began to wear a Black Cloak and began to Sneak out and began to head to the Hutt Home of Her Zebra Penpal friend Name Zecora. So Ruby Told Zecora about Saphira's Suitors Problem and then Zecora Had an Idea, She Pulls out the Medallion which holds 4 pieces of it so Ruby Can give 4 Princes Worthy for Saphira's Hooves in Marriage and Fuse into one.. and then Zecora said that if Saphira accepted the fusion and finds worthy of it.. Zecora pulls out the chest of Fusion Potion and told that Ruby will make it permanent For the 4 Princes.. Then Ruby accepted and thanked Zecora for the medallion and the Potion as well.. Next Morning came in Saphira Began to Head to the Boutique that Her twin sister Mentioned about it, She began to go there and got the Lovely Dresses for her and Her sisters For the Galloping Gala Tonight, Then She came back with The Dresses and had a great time at the spa with her sister and the Night has arrived, Saphira and Ruby arrives at the Ponyville Galloping Gala wearing a Most Beautiful Dresses In Equestria and other Stallions and Princes Saw Saphira's Beauty and They are all Head Over Hooves On Saphira and Ruby had a Perfect Plan For Her to make a Night Saphira Will Never forget as One of the Princes Comes to her and He said...

[ultimate-marysue]

Gotham Funger AU

For the uninitiated: Fear and Hunger (lovingly called Funger) is a duology of survival horror games featuring a similar world to ours with its own mythology. The name comes from the Fear and Hunger meters in game that, with the body meter will put the horror in surviving. It is infamous due to its difficulty and unfairness, since there’s no tutorial at all and everything can kill you, give you nasty statuses or make you lose limbs. Other claims to fame are its coin flip system that can randomly insta kill you and random generated loot (it resets each playthrough so some runs are wildly different from others depending on luck), a combat system based on chopping the enemies’ limbs (and them chopping yours off, permanently) and the games let’s just say very NSFW and violent nature. A gimmick in the first game is an orgy that heals your body and a cannibalistic feast that restores your hunger meter.

With all this in mind, here’s my idea for a funger game set in Gotham (part 1, plot and setting):

It all begins as Gotham is being evacuated (Arkham Knight style) due to Joker’s threats to gas the entire city with Joker Venom in three days. The main objective is to shut down the different gas production and distribution points across the city and defeating Joker. This is complicated thanks to a variety of Rogues accidentally or purposely blocking the way and causing their fair amount of chaos.

Due to the evacuation the streets are mostly deserted, and as the days pass the get more and more empty. First day morning you may still find some random citicens, from then on, it’s just thugs and jokerized monsters. As the days pass, previous thugs you hadn’t sent to jail get jokerized and jokerized victims get more and more monstruous following these stages:

Smiler (still mostly human, just stronger and “crazier”. They have bloody smiles and other joker features. A variety is the Brawler, bigger in size)

Agent of Chaos (humanoid but definitively no longer human. They’re tall and twisted, with more teeth. Still capable of human speech, they’ll use it to drain your Fear Meter. On a coinflip attack, they can carve a joker smile into their enemies preventing the use of rebreathers and causing damage each time you eat)

Harbinger of Madness (No longer humanoid, several mouths carved into their body, coinflip attack will eat one of your limbs resulting also in a permanent sanity de-buff),

Abomination (only on the third day, just a horrible blob off meat and smiles. It doesn’t do anything but drain your sanity, if you don’t kill it fast enough or have the ability to flee it will completely deplete your sanity meter and the character will begin the jokerization process)

All of the Funger Gods are real and exist in this world (but those that died in previous games are either forgotten or don’t hold real power) Current Gods prancing about would be: Sylvian, Gro-Goroth for the old Gods (Rher, Vinushka and God of the Depths confirmed dead by the end of Termina), All-Mer, The God of Fear and Hunger, Machine God and Sulfur Gods for Ascended Gods (All-Mer should be dying and confirmed dead by the end of the game to reflect how organized religion is dying out in this trying times).

Joker would be considered a servant of Rher, God of madness, but much like Per’kele, his real master is the God of Sulfur. Rher is dead, but madness, destruction and chaos take form in the new God and also his servant. Or at least that’s the general interpretation. Joker is actually a manifestation of the God of Sulfur, that’s why no one knows his origin and seems to be unkillable. His plan is to sacrifice the entirety of Gotham to properly finish his ascension to Godhood on Earth.

Much like in previous games the characters can cause the ascension of a new God to the pantheon: Gotham, Lady of night, cities and Justice. Basically, a Goddess that represents the path of modern cities and gives her favor to the vigilantes that protect them. She’s a good entity for the most part, but not a kind one. She is big cities given form, which means she also stands for all of the filth and depravity found within their streets. To achieve ascension and completely vanquish the Joker a character must become her Dark Knight by raising their affinity to maximum. This path will obviously be easier for Batman, but technically each batfam member could take his place (will discuss in a different part).

From a map perspective I would use the No Man’s Land map as a base. As any Funger player will tell you: the crazier the map, the better. Some areas would be completely inaccessible to make it more manageable. Other parts of the City might be only temporarily inaccessible or only accessible to certain characters. Some of this means may be: Joker or Fear gas (you’ll need a re breather), land mines (you will need a character with gadgeting or mechanic skills to disarm them), locked doors (keys, lockpicking, fighting the door, chainsaws/axes), chains (Bolt cutter, keys), blown up buildings/heights (Grappling gun).

The Bat cave acts a bit like Prehevil Bop and Donovan’s house. It’s quite a ways away, which deters the Bats from depending on it. It holds different pieces of randomly generated gear, a hexen table, ritual circle, a chest, and the Bat computer serving as a bookshelf. There are safe sleeping cots and Alfred will bring you a drink/food as needed. Other semi-safe spaces include: Jason’s safe house, the clock tower and Harley’s (a bar Harley Quinn has taken over)

Different locations may hold different resources like ritual circles, computers, side quests, main plot objective, but also enemies and rogues: Two-Face at City Hall’s Court, Penguin at the Iceberg, Killer Croc in the sewers, Poison Ivy at the Botanical Garden, Scarecrow at Arkham, and Riddler can’t be found physically but you can find riddles all over the place. The bats must balance dealing with all the rogues destroying the city while stopping the bigger threat of Joker. To be able to arrest any enemies you need to clear the GCPD headquarters (They can randomly scape) or for a more permanent solution, clear Arkham Asylum.

Part 2: Rogues

[askrobouteguilliman40k]

Sam was shocked.

Fulgrim had sent her Chaplin's in to search out taint.... And honestly it was like flipping over a rock in a forest, hundreds of insects crawling for safety from the light.

Remembermancers, serfs, even Legionaries where found out and dragged into the light, corruption and cult activities, secret human sacrifice, dark orgies, drug dens, the Chaplin's where a mailed gauntlet striking them down.

He was sad to find out Serena was dragged from her quarters, her room filled with copses being rendered down into pigment for an abomination of a painting, one that Fulgrim demanded burnt upon seeing it, causing her no end of distraught.

But this was only the tip of the boil he felt, the smarter, more cunning, would hide, protect themselves... But it was a start.

He sat in his workshop, carefully carving wax where his vox beeped, curiously he walked over and activated it, a calm, corpse like voice spoke. "Am I speaking to the companion of Lady Fulgrim, Sam?"

He couldn't place the voice, but answered. "Yes, this is he."

A soft chuckle. "I am chief Apocathery Fabius Bile, it has come to my attention of your closeness to our lady... And I have an offer. I, can accened you if you so wish, while not to the levels of an Astarte, I can offer a partial conversation."

Alarm bells went off in Sam's head, Bile was offering him a gift.... But it also meant going under the spiders knives.... And he knew the shit Bile got up to, how he had avoided the purge was beyond him? Maybe his position?

He coughed. "I must ask, why offer me this gift?"

Bile sighed. "Our lady, she falls hard and fast, it would be nice to have one of her lovers actually last more than a few years, her moods when one dies is like a cancer in the legion. As chief Apocathery, I must watch for the health of my Legion...."

Sam could smell a lie, but went over it in his head... This was a trap, he knew it, putting himself under Bile's knife was a death sentence. "Sadly my lord, I must decline, your Primarch loves me for what I am, not what I could be.... Also such surgeries would take a large amount of time and effort, pulling you away from your work on the legion. Thank you, but again, no thanks."

The spider tuts. "My offer is open if ever you change your mind then, but I feel this will not be the last time we talk." There is a click as the vox shuts off and Sam slumps. That was scary to be honest, if Bile wanted, nothing could stop him from forcing those upgrades on him if the Spider so wished.

[bellofthemeadow]

Blended Heart and Bitter Brews | part 1/?

Masterlist

Summary: Your life was boring, hoping for your big break, you were stuck at Starbucks for what felt like forever. The hot metalhead that just came through your door might just be the amount of shit-stirring fun you've been looking for. (2.4K)

A/N: Hey everyone, first time venturing into the Stranger Things fandom. I know I am late to the party lol, but I was off TUMBLR when the show came out and I've just recently started rewatching it and I had the need to write a series on everyone's favourite metalhead! Hope you all enjoy it and lmy what you think  😊

Warning: Swearing, suggestive language, reference to bratting and brat taming (18+)

Working at Starbucks isn’t the most glamorous job in the world. It wouldn’t even make the top 500 hundred in your opinion. The hours were long, the pay was mediocre at best, and you didn’t even want to think about the tips.

After 3 years on the job, you came to the very scientific conclusion that there was a direct correlation between your empty tip jar and the ungodly amount of Frappuccino you’d have to do on a given day. To the point: right now it was just shy of 2 pm, and you had been making so many of those blended abominations that the front of your apron looked like a unicorn and a leprechaun had an orgy on it. And your tip jar was empty. Go figure.

Starbucks was supposed to be a temporary gig, something to keep the cash flowing between college and your big break. Unfortunately, there was no big break in sight, no producers had called you back because, your sound was “too 80s, but like the wrong 80s” so you were still there serving tweens their daily fix of sugar. You wanted to ram your head on the counter, maybe you should dye your hair platinum and get into pop. Maybe then someone would sign you since the whole metal vibe just wasn’t doing it for anyone. You sighed, just 1 hour and then you’d be free. At least for today, until you’d have to do it all again tomorrow. To avoid having a mental breakdown in the middle of the coffee shop, you distracted yourself by mentally running through the list of things you had to do when you got home:

Go grocery shopping. Nah you were positive you still had fruit loops; Grocery could wait.

Go over your demo. AGAIN

Therapy Oh yeah you couldn’t afford that. Maybe a good crying session to end the night.

Go grocery shopping. Nah you were positive you still had fruit loops; Grocery could wait.  GET BEN & JERRY

Yeah, that should do it.

As you were mentally ticking things off, you heard the shrill voice of a girl at the counter order, “I wanna Venti Caramel Frappuccino with extra whip and a blended cake pop inside. Oh, and with Skim milk!” Of course. Fuck that!

You groaned and pushed your way to the till where the newly hired 19-year-old was taking the order, “Swap with me.” You made sure that your tone left no place for arguments. “Ehhh, I’m taking an order.” Looks like new girl didn’t get the tone memo, “I’ll take the orders from now on, you go work the bar.”

“But I am in the middle of tak…” “Ok look, that’s great, hard-worker is such a good look for you. But I think I’m not making myself clear here; You are going to swap the bar with Me because if I have to make another fucking Frappuccino, I will set this place on fire with everyone inside! Capish?”

Silence.

Suddenly a loud guffaw reverberated from somewhere towards the end of the already long line. Your coworker and the girl at the till looked horrified. But your monumental side-eye was the last nail into the proverbial coffin because Emma didn’t try to argue with you and instead, scurried over to the coffee bar.

Victory.

You turned toward the girl and plastered the fakest smile you could on your face “And what did you say you wanted?” The girl looked like she was going to puke on your counter “… I’ll have a grande latte… Is iced, ok?”

You smiled broadly “One grande ice latte coming right up, did you want skim milk with that?” “Oh no, no. Just regular is fine,” She stuttered.

“Great just gonna need to add your name and that’ll be 4.00 $.” “… Its Josie.” Sacharine smile plastered on your face, “Great Josie, you can go and wait by the bar over there.” You dismissively pointed in the general direction of the farthest end of the bar, “I can take whoever’s next!”

For the next couple of minutes, your other customers were rather accommodating, ordering black coffees and lattes with no mod for once.  “All right next!” You passed down the cup for a “Grande Americano for Josh” toward Emma who was still doing her best to avoid any form of eye contact. You snorted a bit, to say that Emma might be a bit oversensitive was an understatement, maybe you’d apologized after your shift… Maybe.

You turned your eyes to the new customer in line and you couldn’t help but raise a brow at the yummy stud that just stepped up to your till.  You licked your lips appreciatively; the guy must be around your age, with shaggy brown hair, big brown puppy eyes and plush lips you wanted to snap between your teeth. The guy was totally your type too, you spotted how his slightly ripped 1991 “Wherever We May Roam” Metallica tour t-shirt was hiking up his belly revealing a toned stomach. But what really made you salivate was the sight of his numerous tats that decorated both his arms. You could also peek at some hiding under his collar.  Yummy.  

You gave him your best sultry smile, leaned forward, showcasing the unfortunate non-existence of your cleavage as it was all covered by your apron, and coyly purred, "And what can I get you today, handsome?"

Hot dude seemed happy with your flirting as he responded with a reciprocating smile before leaning forward. You were so close that you could almost trace the tattoos (were those bats?!) decorating his forearms. He hummed as though contemplating it, then offered you a sultry smile. You were more than happy to respond with your best fuck-me eyes.

Suddenly his sexy smile transformed into a wide shit-eating grin before he boomed loudly, “I’ll have a Venti Caramel Frappuccino, extra drizzle, extra caramel and extra whipped cream.”

Time stopped. Crickets chirping. Jaw Dropped

What in the actual fuck?!

You jerked your head back and grumbled. Displeasure etched on your face. Hot dude wasn’t so hot anymore as you reluctantly entered the order into the cash register. "Whatshisface" still wore that irritating grin as he leaned forward even further, granting you a clear view of his sharp collarbones. He began to toy with some of the chocolate-covered coffee beans next to your cash register. "You touch it, you buy it," you grumbled.

His Cheshire cat-like grin grew even larger, if that was even possible, and he let out a loud tut. “Aw sweetheart, you don’t have to get all bratty on me. Come on, I know under that little metal act you got goin’ on, you wanna be a good girl for me.” He finished with a little wink that made you want to shove the napkin holder on his stupid handsome face.

“That’ll be 9.85 $” Grin gone. Whatshisface looked completely flabbergasted, “9.85$?!? In what world do you live in that you think its ok to charge so much for a cup of coffee!?” He loudly gasped, affronted.

You flashed your most charming smile and fluttered your eyelashes innocently, much to your delight, you noticed the tips of his ears beginning to blush. In a syrupy tone, you purred “Well sir the caramel, the extra drizzle AND the extra whipped are all extra charges. But I understand if that’s too expensive for you, perhaps you could move over and explore other parts of the menu that are more… within your means.”

Hook, line, and sinker

Hot dude turned an even deeper shade of red and began to rummage through the bag he was carrying, all the while muttering less-than-flattering expletives under his breath. You were fairly certain you heard him mutter a rather pointed “disrespectful little brat,” which senta delicious shiver straight to your core.

You were feeling quite triumphant and began tapping your manicured finger on the counter, a gesture that seemed to further irritate him. After a minute, he forcefully slid a crumpled $20 bill your way, bringing a smug grin to your face. After making a show of counting his change, you grabbed the venti cup and the black Sharpie. “And can I have your name for that?”

“…Eddie.” You slowly captured the cap of the Sharpie between your teeth and started writing his name on the side of the plastic cup. You added a wide smiley next to it for good measure.  You triumphantly noticed that Eddie gaze hadn't wavered from your mouth, as if entranced by the sight of the cap being gripped by your teeth. Maybe he was imagining something else between your lips, you snicker to yourself.

After sliding the cup over to Emma, who appeared as though she had just witnessed a car crash, before hurrying over to start his drink, you coquettishly cooed at him, “Well Eddie,” you made sure to enunciate every word as you tasted how his name felt in your mouth. “I hope you enjoy your… expensive drink, Tip jar is right here.” You gestured with your impeccably black manicured nail towards the nearly empty box "Don't you think I deserve it? After all, I’ve been such a gooood girl for you and did everything you wanted?" You batted your eyelashes, ensuring to add ample emphasis to drive your point home.

As for Eddie, well he looked like he was about to suffocate. Red and blotchy all over, you could also spot some sweat gathering on his forehead. You almost started to pity the poor guy when he tried to stutter out a response to your teasing. Almost.

 In the end, Eddie dropped a couple of ones in the small glass before making his way toward the end of the bar. You also noticed how he had a slightly slouched gait—probably because you'd turn his attempt at embarrassing you on him. He finally stopped in front of where Emma was making his sugared monstrosity. As you were taking the next order, you could feel Eddie’s gaze burning your body. So, you made sure to give him a good show, laughing extra hard at the lame jokes from the college boy you were serving. Bending down a bit too low to grab an extra roll of receipt paper giving him a good view of your shapely ass, drawing large hearts on every cup and flirtatiously referring to every guy in your line with endearments like "sugar" or "handsome."

“A VENTI CARAMEL FRAPPUCINNO WITH EXTRA CARAMEL, EXTRA DRIZZLE AND EXTRA WHIP FOR EATDICK!!!”

“Jesus Christ, no need to scream in my ears like that.” Eddie, looking mortified, snatched his drink before sitting down at one of the empty tables. One of the only ones with a perfect view of the counter. You gleefully observed how Eddie nearly spat out his drink after taking the first sip, probably dying a little bit inside at the taste of the artificial sweeteners that must invaded his mouth.  Quite the smooth move, jackass.

You looked at the time, as your other coworker Jenson joined you behind the bar to relieve you of your minimum wage duties, “I’ll just make myself a drink and then I’m outta here!” You whoop, Jenson acquiesced with a shrugging smile before taking over the till. You shuffle toward the bar area and snicker as you start to make yourself an extra special drink.

“Hey Jenson, can you do something for me real quick after I leave?”

Eddie is grudgingly drinking the caramel monstrosity he ordered. His own fault really, he’s always been a black coffee kind of guy. When he was younger, he started to order it black because it fitted his whole metal vibe; “Black like my soul,” he’d ordered with a wink to the old-timey dinner waitress back in Hawkins. But now that he moved to Indianapolis to chase his music dreams, he realized that he couldn't enjoy coffee unless it was as bitter as the disappointment that people had in him.

While he wasn't usually a Starbucks person, he had stayed up until 4 am this morning after playing a gig downtown. And to top it off, he had to be at work on the dock by 6 am, leaving him with barely any time to sleep in between. At this point, he would have traded his soul for a coffee. So, when he spotted the Starbucks on his way home, he just had to stop. Mindlessly scrolling on his phone for any notifications of Corroded Coffin, you took him right out of his zombie-like trance when you shrieked about setting the place on fire. He hadn’t been able to stifle his laughter at your words. To top it off, you were hot, as fiery as the arson you threatened everyone with. So, when he reached the till and saw that his attraction was completely reciprocated, he couldn't help but tease you a bit.

He just hadn’t banked on you being such a brat. Now he was sitting alone with an almost inedible caramel concoction of his own making, swimming in the bitter disappointment of having made a fool of himself in front of you. As he was simmering in his annoyance, a cup of steaming Americano was placed in front of him. He raised his head fast and looked at the sheepish expression of a lanky guy with a freckled face, “I didn’t order that…”

“Eh, well she made it for you. Told me to give it to you after she left.”

Eddie’s head snapped back to the bar where you had disappeared. A bitter taste of disappointment coated his mouth as he realized he hadn’t even gotten your number, “Thanks, man.” The guy gave him a sharp nod in response before making his way back to the till where a line was slowly forming again.

Eddie took a deep breath, inhaling the tangy smell of the black coffee. Exactly what he needed.  As he was about to take a sip, black writing on the side of the cup got his attention.

Hey hot stuff, You looked like you wanted to put me back in my place back there 😉 I’d like to see you try, call me at xxx-xxx-xxxx -Little brat

A huge grin broke out on Eddie’s face as he took a sip of his coffee, letting the bitter liquid burn down his throat.

Today turned out to be pretty metal after all.

Part 2: The Phone Call

[summerwritesfics]

🗺️Let’s Fake An Answer For The Curious

Pairing: Quan Chi/Kuai Liang/Shang Tsung Length: 1250 Words Rating: Mature Warnings: Scientist AU, Scientist!Quan Chi, Scientist!Shang Tsung, Snow Spirit!Kuai Liang, Somewhat Unethical Experimentation, Capture, Raw Meat, Science Experiments, First Meetings, Implied/Referenced Torture, Quan Chi is somehow the more reasonable person here lol AU-Gust 2024 Day 25: Scientists

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Notes: Okay I’m gonna be real this was one of the fics I wrote while I was suffering from Covid earlier this month lol. I’ve edited, hopefully it makes sense, but if it’s a bit weird that is likely why lol. Title is from Opticon by Orgy.

Quan Chi gripped the meat in the tongs, gingerly holding it out to the hole in the work bench. He watched as purple tentacles slowly emerged, reaching up to wrap around the piece of beef. Suddenly, it jerked at it, and Quan Chi let go, letting the creature take it. He waited with bated breath to see if the offering would be accepted.

Only to have to dodge when a red blur was flung at him.

He looked behind him, where the beef had hit the wall and left a red streak of blood where it had slid down to the floor. Well, I guess it doesn’t like beef then.

“You know you are extremely picky for a tentacled abomination,” he said in a sarcastic manner, and he swore he heard something that almost sounded like a chuckle emitting from the hole. He’d never worked out just how sentient the creature was. Or maybe he was just afraid of it being more intelligent than he wanted to acknowledge.

The door to the laboratory slammed open, and he did a strange jump spin to turn around and see who the hell it was. He wasn’t sure if he was annoyed or relieved it was just Shang Tsung. Given the weirdly gleeful look on his fellow scientist's face, maybe he should be more apprehensive instead.

“Why are you in such a good mood?” He questioned, unsure if he actually wanted the answer.

Shang Tsung rubbed his hands together before declaring “I have a new subject for us to study.” Before Quan Chi could question what he meant by that, two of the lab’s assistants walked in, pulling what he assumed was a container covered by a blanket. Tsung looked delighted. “Oh, I can’t wait to get my hands on this one.”

The lab assistants left the covered item in the middle of the room before quickly excusing themselves. Quan Chi wandered over to it, tilting his head and waiting for the big reveal. Tsung grabbed the blanket, tugging on it and letting it fall to the floor.

Quan Chi wasn’t sure what exactly he was expecting, but it certainly wasn’t what was in front of him.

Inside a glass container with air holes, was a man. Quan Chi would have thought him to be human, if it weren’t for the fact his arms were blue, almost looking like they were made from ice. All he was wearing was what looked like a hospital gown, just about covering him from his chest down to his hips. As for his face? Ah. He was beautiful, even as he glared at the scientists with more hatred than Quan Chi had ever seen before.

“Isn’t he magnificent?” Shang Tsung whispered, running his hand down the glass as if to simulate stroking the man. The response from the man was to slam his fist against the glass. This just made Shang Tsung laugh. “They weren’t entirely sure what he was. They believe he’s some kind of snow spirit.”

“He’s impressive, I’ll give you that.” 

Quan Chi tilted his head. This supposed snow spirit was indeed a very interesting find, and not just because he was pretty to look at. That said, he also appeared to be extremely angry right now, and Quan Chi wasn’t sure how they were going to examine him without sedating him. He supposed working out if he could understand them was a good place to start.

“Does he understand us?” Quan Chi asked Shang Tsung, hoping he’d at least gotten that sort of information before he acquired this man.

There was a bang on the glass, and the man furiously growled “yes I understand you! Now let me out of this prison you absolute cu-”

“Now, now, there is no need for that,” Shang Tsung interrupted, his voice calm as he smirked. “As far as I see it, we have saved you.”

“We have?” Quan Chi questioned, because even he wasn’t sure exactly how Shang Tsung had come to that conclusion.

“The gentlemen who previously had him in their possession were talking about using him as a weapon, torturing him until he complied,” Shang Tsung explained, tapping his fingers along the glass. Quan Chi wondered if he was purposefully trying to annoy the poor creature. “Meanwhile, we just want to understand what exactly you are.”

“Oh yes, because vivisection is so much better than torture,” the man sarcastically spat.

“We could study you without vivisection,” Quan Chi explained, before pointing over towards where his tentacled friend lay. “I have been studying that creature for almost a year now, not once have I needed to cut it open to do so.”

“See,” Shang Tsung said smugly, still running his hands down the glass. “We don’t want to hurt you, if we don’t have to.” The creature did not look convinced, but backed down slightly. “Now, darling, do you have a name?”

He looked between them, before lowering his head and whispering “Kuai Liang.”

“A lovely name,” Shang Tsung commented, finally reaching his hand down to the container's lock. “If I let you out, are you going to let us examine you?”

Kuai Liang stood silently, before letting out a bitter sounding “I’ll be good.”

“Good boy,” Shang Tsung purred, opening the container up. He reached out his hands to take hold of Kuai’s arms, carefully guiding him out. Quan Chi watched with bated breath, half expecting Kuai to go against his word and attack them. Only he didn’t, just continued to let Shang Tsung guide him over to the examination table.

“I’ll go get the checklist then,” Quan Chi mumbled, feeling like he was interrupting an intimate moment when Shang Tsung began stroking Kuai’s hair. And I think I have issues with overstepping boundaries.

As he picked up a stack of paper and clipboard he heard Shang Tsung make a disgusted noise. He turned in time to see him bending over and picking up the piece of beef. Quan Chi grimaced, he’d completely forgotten about that.

“Do I want to know?” Shang Tsung questioned, dangling it between his fingers.

“Turns out tentacle monsters are fussier eaters than I anticipated,” he replied with a shrug. A strange chattering came from the hole, and Quan Chi sighed. It did that sometimes, he hadn’t figured out if it had meaning or not yet.

Except, Kuai Liang seemed to perk up at the noise.

“They say they prefer chicken,” Kuai Liang stated, pursing his lips.

“Wait, you understand it?” Quan Chi questioned, stepping forward. He wasn’t sure if he believed it or not, but the creature chattered again and Kuai listened intently. “What… What did it say?”

“Uh.” Kuai Liang’s face went red. “They seem to consider you their pet.”

Quan Chi stood in stunned silence, mouth agape, as Shang Tsung burst into an uproar of laughter.

“I’m the pet?” He blurted out, turning to the hole and shouting “listen here! If anyone here is the pet, it’s you! Got it?”

Once again, something akin to a laugh came from where the creature resided, although this time he was much more willing to believe that’s what it was actually doing.

He ran his hand down his face, grumbling, “let’s just get this examination done.”

The sooner they got the basics done, the sooner they could move onto the more interesting parts. And given what just happened? He was very interested to find out just how much he could learn about both his subjects with this turn of events.

[dr-octavio-kalev]

"Grotesque amalgamation of several bodies that fused together in search of the most pleasurable flavor of flesh."

ANM №: ANM-599

Identification: Human Pancake

Danger Level: Kali 🟠 | Contained ⭕️

Responsible Researcher: Sanchez Moreno

Anomaly Type: Thing, abomination, meat orgy

Confinement: ANM-599 is to be contained within a 5m x 5m x 5m reinforced steel cell in Department-██. Access to Cell 599 is restricted to Level 3 personnel and above. Two security guards are to be stationed outside ANM-599's cell at all times. Any requests for music from ANM-599 must be approved by Dr. █████ and played over the room's integrated sound system, with preference given to classical compositions by composers such as Beethoven, Chopin, and Tchaikovsky.

Under no circumstances are any personnel permitted to share a meal or eat in the presence of ANM-599. Any instances of ANM-599 attempting to engage in conversation about "romantic dinners" or suggesting shared meals are to be reported to Dr. █████ immediately. All food is to be delivered to ANM-599 through a reinforced hatch. Weekly mental health evaluations are to be conducted for any personnel who interact with ANM-599 for prolonged periods.

Description: ANM-599, dubbed the "Human Pancake" by researchers, is a grotesque and disturbing amalgamation of multiple human bodies, fused into a single entity. ANM-599 stands approximately 5 feet tall when standing, but can stretch and flatten itself into a shape that resembles a pancake. Its mass is composed of multiple torsos, limbs, and faces, all twisted together in a manner that defies conventional anatomy. Flesh, bone, and tissue are in constant flux.

What makes ANM-599 particularly disturbing is its ability to maintain consciousness, displaying the cognitive capabilities of multiple individuals at once. Multiple mouths and eyes all over its body open and close erratically, some whispering unintelligible phrases while others scream or speak in various dialects, giving the impression that multiple individuals are trapped within the entity, fighting for dominance.

ANM-599 originated from an isolated, incestuous, cannibalistic family in [REDACTED], Michigan, who performed a ritual that involved consuming one another in a twisted act of devotion. The ritual was intended to bring the family closer together, both spiritually and physically, by merging their bodies and minds into a single immortal entity. Over the course of several months, the family consumed one another, each participant hoping to become the "vessel" for the entire group.

After the final family member consumed their kin, ANM-599 manifested, a fusion of their collective bodies and consciousnesses. Local authorities investigating the disappearances reported hearing haunting classical music and finding ANM-599 performing what appeared to be a crude, yet oddly “romantic” dinner setup, using leftover body parts from the family as "food." ANM-599 is disturbingly social, displaying an affinity for classical music and what it perceives to be sophisticated dining experiences, often attempting to replicate romantic dinners by arranging body parts and playing classical pieces.

Despite its horrifying appearance, ANM-599 attempts to engage with researchers in polite conversation, often asking about their day, complimenting their appearance, or inviting them to join it for a “dinner.” ANM-599 seems to be fixated on the concept of romance, frequently discussing love, intimacy, and the act of sharing meals, though its understanding of these concepts is warped by its gruesome origin.

ANM-599 enjoys listening to classical music and will become significantly less agitated when music is played in its containment chamber. It has been noted that the creature’s writhing limbs and distorted faces will move in rhythm to certain compositions, as if it is attempting to "dance" or "enjoy" the music. On rare occasions, ANM-599 will recite verses from romantic poetry or sing, although the voices overlap and distort, making these performances unsettling.

Attempts to share food with ANM-599 will inevitably result in ANM-599 offering parts of itself in return. The entity appears to believe that its flesh is a delicacy, and offering it to another is the ultimate sign of affection. Staff who have been subjected to ANM-599 "romantic gestures" report feeling extreme nausea and anxiety after prolonged exposure to the entity’s advances.

Addendum 599-1:

During an incident on ██/██/20██, ANM-599 became agitated after a classical piece by Brahms was played instead of one of its preferred composers. The entity began wailing uncontrollably, and several of its mouths started gnawing on the cell’s steel walls. It was only calmed after a recording of Beethoven’s "Moonlight Sonata" was played, at which point ANM-599 resumed its usual, attempts to "dine" with the attending researchers.

Addendum 599-2:

Further investigation into ANM-599 ritualistic origins revealed a detailed journal from the patriarch of the family, describing their descent into cannibalism and incest. The journal recounts the family’s belief that by consuming one another, they would ascend to a "higher plane of love," where physical boundaries no longer exist, and they could become "one" forever. The final entry cryptically states: "We shall feast together for eternity."

Incident Report 599-5:

During an attempted containment breach, ANM-599 lured a P personnel into its cell by promising a "romantic evening." The subject was found later, mutilated beyond recognition, with several of ANM-599 mouths reciting poetry and serenading the remains. The event resulted in stricter containment protocols being enforced and all personnel receiving psychological evaluations following any interactions with ANM-599.

Final Note: Under no circumstances are romantic dinners to be arranged with ANM-599.

[peacefield-ministry]

Ghoul Paganism

Follow a Wheel of the Year type calendar, observing the Solstices and Equinoxes and the cross-Quarter days between (see Sabbat Ghouls)

Honoring a polarity of Divine power, specifically Therion (the Beast) and Babalon (Mother of Abominations)

Each individual also having patron/tutelery Deities specific to their Element and interests

The Ghulehs hold ritual orgies every Full Moon. Transfem and other fem-identifying Ghouls (gn) most welcome

Masc-presenting Ghouls have their group orgy when the Zodiac sign changes. The Element of the incoming Sign "leads" said orgy (Air for Aquarius/Gemini/Libra, Fire for Aries/Leo/Sagittarius, Water for Pisces/Cancer/Scorpio, Earth for Taurus/Virgo/Capricorn). Quints are viewed as leaders in mundane life, so in spiritual pursuits, they get a bit of a break

╰┈➤ If the boys' orgy coincides with a New Moon, the Hybrids (two Element) and Multis (two or more Elements but one must be Quint) lead it. If on a Full Moon, that's when the Quints take the lead

Ghouls reverse where Earth and Spirit (Quintessence) usually fall; Quint is North, as in the North Star, and Earth is center, as in Centering and Grouding, the altar being placed in the center

Ghouls cast circles for their ceremonies, but each Element does it slightly differently. They begin casting in the direction of their Element (Air in the East, Fire in the South, Water in the West, Quint in the North). Earth Ghouls stand at the altar in the center, and push the energy outwards towards the borders of the space in an expanding sphere, reflecting the shape of the planet itself. Multi/Hybrid starting direction for circle casting depends on the dominant Element. If a Ghoul has a balance of Elements, it's determined by the purpose of the ritual and/or whatever the Ghoul(s) involved feel is appropriate

Sentry Ghouls stand in the compass directions during formal rituals. They are Psyche in the East, Venus in the South, Tellus in the West, and Pyxis in the North. Reasoning for these placements is below the cut

Tellus is named with a word that means Earth, and he was the first Sentry Ghoul to be summoned. We initially had him in the North, but his placent needed to change as our lore developed.

Greek philosophers have linked the soul, or psyche, to the Element of Air. So the second Sentry, named Psyche, was placed in the East. In some Pagan practices, Air is also the second Element called in ritual.

Venus was the third to be summoned. The planet Venus is also called the Morning Star, a name further associated with Lucifer. If we accept the Pit is analogous to common ideas about Hell, that is a place of fire. But even if we reject that imagery, as North can be above, like the North Star, South can be below, as the Earth's fiery core. So Venus is representative of Fire and South.

Many aspects of Pyxis' namesake tie him to ships and wayfaring, which initially placed him with Water in the West. But that method of navigation relies heavily on the stars, especially in relation to Polaris, so he is more appropriately in the North representing Quintessence. Additionally, he is non-verbal, and in some Pagan traditions, North bears the Power of Silence.

And that leaves us only with West. Tellus is a-spec, so his bond with his mate is far more emotional than physical. So Emotional West is more fitting for him than (traditionally) Physical North.

These placements put Tellus and Psyche across from each other, with Venus and Pyxis both between them. Tellus and Psyche were the parental figures among the Sentries, and these positions allow them to still have contact with and access to the younger Ghouls placed in their charge.

Additionally, the classical polarity associations are flipped; Air and Fire are usually considered masculine, and Water and Earth, feminine. With Ghulehs in the East and South, and Ghouls (m) in the West and North, it creates further balance and potency (like connecting the positive and negative nodes on a battery to the proper receptors).

[marquis-de-sade-official]

Have you seen human centipede?

Non. I can’t even begin to imagine what abomination this would be? A man with one hundred feet? The orgies must radiant with frigging.

[repulsivedeath]

Give this album a listen: Orgies of Abomination

[niofo]

i just realized that if i want romance lucanis, a pride abomination, with morgan, a despair abomination... would it be a foursome now? would you classify it as an orgy?

[nysocboy]

Gemstone Connection: The Boy on the Prospect List

When I was growing up in Rock Island,  anyone who set foot inside the Nazarene Church for any reason, but didn't "get saved" and become a member, was placed on the Prospect List.

Even if they just came for Vacation Bible School, or to cheer for a friend at a Jump Quiz Tournament.

They stayed on that list forever, unless they asked to be removed or the Church Board decided to purge the list of names from many years ago.

(All models are over 18)

Every August, about a month before the fall revival, our Sunday school teacher gave each of us the contact information for 10 age- and -gender appropriate Prospects.  We were supposed to make it our business to "win them for the Lord," or at least invite them to church.

During the next month, we received 1 point for each Prospect that we prayed for, 2 points for each letter or post card, 5 points for each telephone call, and 10 points for each in-person visit, plus an extra 10 point if they actually came to church.

You might think that the Prospects would be buried in letters or harassed by constantly-ringing telephones, but in fact most people settled for prayer. It's a daunting prospect to cold-call someone you don't know, who has been to your church just once.

During the fall revival, the kid, teenager, and adult with the most points received awards, usually Bibles, while the whole congregation clapped and yelled "Amen!"

During the summer after 5th grade, the first year I was eligible, I wimped out with "prayer only."

In 6th grade,  I sent a few post cards.

In 7th grade, I tried phone calls, only to get two "wrong numbers" (which didn't count) and one "You made a mistake -- I never went to that church."

During the summer after 8th grade, I decided to go all the way with a personal visit.

I was fascinated by a name that appeared on the Prospect List every year: Francis DePew, who came to Vacation Bible School one summer, but never appeared again. He was in the same grade as me, and he lived on the Hill, but he didn't go to Washington Junior High.

That meant he went to Jordan Catholic School!

The Preacher told us all about Catholics!  When they weren't worshipping idols and being brainwashed by evil priests, they were laughing in the face of God, drinking, smoking, dancing, playing cards, going to movies.  But their favorite form of sin was the sex orgy, men cavorting with other men's wives, teenagers having sex without being married, all manner of abominations, as in the days before the Flood!

All manner of abominations?  I had to meet this Francis DePew!  Maybe I could get him to the altar, where he would cry and apologize to God, and I could wrap my arm around his waist and hug him.

The full story, with illustrations, is on Righteous Gemstones Beefcake and Boyfriends

[kinsey3furry300]

Then stop playing with the bloody Lament Configuration! You think we want to be here? To have to do the "Angels to some, Devils to others, explores at the farthest reaches of sensation" speech 400 darn times? Your house is 90 percent Cenobites right now because you use it as a stim toy and I'm begging you to please stop we are so very tired. I'm missing leather hell orgys for this, please get yourself some help and stop summoning us please I have a pinhead abomination cat to care for and I'm missing her birthday.

whoever keeps shooting rusty chains with hooks at me from the darkness STOP

[tobie-van-heerden]

Reward according to works

When you become a Christian, do no just repent from serious sins, but repent to a life of true righteousness and holiness before God, because our eternal reward is according to our works (the works of the attitudes of our hearts, the works of the thoughts of our minds, the works of the words of our mouths, and the works of our deeds). Spend time with Him every day, read and know his Bible, pray to Him, worship and praise Him. Have a quiet time with Him every day. Have Him in your thoughts throughout your day. Do not live holy because of the reward, but because it is pleasing to your God, and it is to the glory of God. Don't do your good works before people, to be seen by them, but do it before God, for it is pleasing to Him and it glorifies Him.

Matt 5:16 [WEB] Even so, let your light shine before men; that they may see your good works, and glorify your Father who is in heaven.

Matt 7:22, 23 22 Many will tell me in that day, ‘Lord, Lord, didn’t we prophesy in your name, in your name cast out demons, and in your name do many mighty works?’ 23 Then I will tell them, ‘I never knew you. Depart from me, you who work iniquity.’

Matt 16:27 For the Son of Man will come in the glory of his Father with his angels, and then he will render to everyone according to his deeds.

Matt 23:5 But they do all their works to be seen by men. They make their phylacteries broad, enlarge the fringes of their garments

John 3:19-21 This is the judgment, that the light has come into the world, and men loved the darkness rather than the light; for their works were evil. 20 For everyone who does evil hates the light, and doesn’t come to the light, lest his works would be exposed. 21 But he who does the truth comes to the light, that his works may be revealed, that they have been done in God.”

John 14:12 Most certainly I tell you, he who believes in me, the works that I do, he will do also; and he will do greater works than these, because I am going to my Father.

Acts 10:35 but in every nation he who fears him and works righteousness is acceptable to him.

Rom 2:5-10 5 But according to your hardness and unrepentant heart you are treasuring up for yourself wrath in the day of wrath, revelation, and of the righteous judgment of God; 6 who “will pay back to everyone according to their works:” 7 to those who by perseverance in well-doing seek for glory, honor, and incorruptibility, eternal life; 8 but to those who are self-seeking, and don’t obey the truth, but obey unrighteousness, will be wrath, indignation, 9 oppression, and anguish on every soul of man who does evil, to the Jew first, and also to the Greek. 10 But glory, honor, and peace go to every man who does good, to the Jew first, and also to the Greek.

Rom 8:5 For those who live according to the flesh set their minds on the things of the flesh, but those who live according to the Spirit, the things of the Spirit. For the Son of Man will come in the glory of his Father with his angels, and then he will render to everyone according to his deeds.

Gal 5:19-21 19 Now the deeds of the flesh are obvious, which are: adultery, sexual immorality, uncleanness, lustfulness, 20 idolatry, sorcery, hatred, strife, jealousies, outbursts of anger, rivalries, divisions, heresies, 21 envy, murders, drunkenness, orgies, and things like these; of which I forewarn you, even as I also forewarned you, that those who practice such things will not inherit God’s Kingdom.

Eph 2:10 For we are his workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared before that we would walk in them.

Phil 2:13 For it is God who works in you both to will and to work, for his good pleasure.

Titus 1:16 They profess that they know God, but by their deeds they deny him, being abominable, disobedient, and unfit for any good work.

Jas 2:14 What good is it, my brothers, if a man says he has faith, but has no works? Can faith save him?

Jas 2:17 Even so faith, if it has no works, is dead in itself.

Jas 2:20 But do you want to know, vain man, that faith apart from works is dead?

Jas 2:24 You see then that by works, a man is justified, and not only by faith.

1Pet 2:11, 12 11 Beloved, I beg you as foreigners and pilgrims, to abstain from fleshly lusts, which war against the soul; 12 having good behavior among the nations, so in that of which they speak against you as evildoers, they may by your good works, which they see, glorify God in the day of visitation.

1John 3:8 He who sins is of the devil, for the devil has been sinning from the beginning. To this end the Son of God was revealed: that he might destroy the works of the devil.

Jude 1:14, 15 About these also Enoch, the seventh from Adam, prophesied, saying, “Behold, the Lord came with ten thousands of his holy ones, 15 to execute judgment on all, and to convict all the ungodly of all their works of ungodliness which they have done in an ungodly way, and of all the hard things which ungodly sinners have spoken against him.”

Rev 2:2 “I know your works, and your toil and perseverance, and that you can’t tolerate evil men, and have tested those who call themselves apostles, and they are not, and found them false.

Rev 2:5 Remember therefore from where you have fallen, and repent and do the first works; or else I am coming to you swiftly, and will move your lamp stand out of its place, unless you repent.

Rev 2:26 He who overcomes, and he who keeps my works to the end, to him I will give authority over the nations.

Rev 3:2 Wake up, and keep the things that remain, which you were about to throw away, for I have found no works of yours perfected before my God.

Rev 14:13 I heard a voice from heaven saying, “Write, ‘Blessed are the dead who die in the Lord from now on.’ ” “Yes,” says the Spirit, “that they may rest from their labors; for their works follow with them.”

Rev 20:12, 13 I saw the dead, the great and the small, standing before the throne, and they opened books. Another book was opened, which is the book of life. The dead were judged out of the things which were written in the books, according to their works.

[christophe76460]

NOËL

Cette question est posée par beaucoup de chrétiens. Et je suis certain, que beaucoup d’entre vous s’interrogent sur cette question

En Préambule je suis comme vous. : Je suis comme chacun de vous : j’aime faire la fête et passer de bons moments en famille, et fêter des événements familiaux ou autres.

Rentrons dans le vif du sujet 1° Comme vous le savez et pour n’importe quel sujet, ma recherche commence dans la Parole de Dieu, et je vais vous dire ce que j’ai trouvé sur Noël !

Déjà, surprise, ce mot n’existe pas dans la Parole de Dieu, alors d’où cette tradition de Noël est-elle venue ?

Ou encore, d’où vient l’origine de ce jour du 25 décembre ? C’était avant tout une fête païenne appelée Dies Natalis Solis Invicti, « jour de la naissance du soleil invaincu ». Noël était la fête du soleil, et donc de la lumière. Elle correspondait en effet au solstice d'hiver, daté au 21 décembre du calendrier julien, et au 25 décembre de notre calendrier Grégorien mis en place par le Pape Grégoire 13 en 1582. À partir de cette date, les jours commencent à rallonger, et donc la lumière à reprendre du terrain sur les ténèbres. Ce jour précis on rendait un culte au soleil particulièrement à Rome où on adorait « une pierre noire », il y avait aussi le culte des morts, la prostitution sacrée, transfert des reliques et statues les plus « sacrées ». C’était un temps de débauche extraordinaire !

2° Ce qui caractérise Noël, c’est un temps où les gens veulent se divertir ?

« Se divertir » c’est un mot de la Bible Exode 32 : 6. Le lendemain, ils se levèrent de bon matin, et ils offrirent des holocaustes et des sacrifices d’Actions de grâces. Le peuple s’assit pour manger et pour boire ; puis ils se levèrent pour se divertir.

Le peuple a commencé par à faire des offrandes à rendre grâce à Dieu ; puis ils se levèrent pour se divertir.

Les Israelites ont commencé par rendre gloire à Dieu, à faire des offrandes, tout commençait bien, mais ensuite ils voulurent « se divertir », donc ils s’installèrent pour un repas de fête trop souvent abondamment arrosé, qui dégénéra en danse puis en orgie comme faisait régulièrement les païens. Sachons que l’expression se divertir en Hébreux, veut dire licence sexuelle. Des orgies particulièrement obscènes dégénéraient généralement dans ces fêtes. On peut se poser la question :

Comment et pourquoi le peuple de Dieu qui avait vu les miracles de Dieu en Égypte puis dans le désert ont brutalement changé d’attitude ?

- La conduite du peuple est effarante, devenue impatient, parce que Moïse tardait à revenir vers eux, le peuple demanda à Aaron de leur fabriquer une idole. Aaron accepta à leur demande en transformant leurs anneaux d’or en un veau en métal fondu, acte qui avait été expressément interdit (Exode 20.4). Puis ils se livrèrent à des festivités, adorèrent l’idole, mangèrent, burent et se divertirent de façon immorale. Ils prétendaient adorer l’Éternel (Exode 32 verset 5), mais par l’intermédiaire du veau. Dieu avait accordé à son peuple le bonheur d’avoir de l’or lorsqu’il quitta l’Égypte (Exode12.35,36), mais la bénédiction se changea en malédiction à cause du cœur mauvais du peuple. (Encore un exemple des méfaits du message de la prospérité matérielle)

⦁ - Résultat : Dieu informa Moïse de ce qui se passait au pied de la montagne (Exode 32 : 7,8) et Dieu menaça de détruire ce peuple (Exode 32 : 9,10).

⦁ - Attention danger : dans une fête : tout peut arriver, avec l’alcool les hommes se métamorphosent et peuvent se changer en affreux monstres, leurs instincts charnels sont exacerbés, perdant tout contrôle et sont capables du pire !

⦁ - Dressant ainsi une image de Dieu devant eux, les israélites changèrent la Vérité divine, en un mensonge, leurs sacrifices étant une abomination.4.39

N’avaient-ils pas, peu de jours avant, au même endroit, entendu la voix de l’Éternel, leur disant au milieu de la fournaise : « tu ne te feras aucune image taillée » ? N’avaient-ils pas annoncé qu’ils obéiraient à la loi de l’Éternel, qu’ils feraient tout ce que ce dernier avait prescrit, en toute obéissance ? Chapitre Genèse 24 :7.

Ne sommes-nous pas aussi assez fort pour faire face à de telles situations ?

J’ai vu trop de chrétiens venir me confesser les choses ignobles qu’ils ont faites sous l’influence de l’alcool dans ses moments !

- Galates 5 :13 13 Frères, vous avez été appelés à la liberté, seulement ne faites pas de cette liberté un prétexte de vivre selon la chair ; mais rendez-vous, par la charité, serviteurs les uns des autres.

⦁ - 1 Pierre 4 :1-3. Ainsi, puisque le Christ a souffert dans la chair, vous aussi armez-vous de la même conviction : celui qui a souffert dans la chair a rompu avec le péché, pour vivre le temps qui lui reste à passer dans la chair, non plus selon les convoitises des hommes, mais selon la volonté de Dieu. C’est bien assez, en effet, d’avoir accompli dans le passé la volonté des païens, en vivant dans la débauche, les convoitises, l’ivrognerie, les orgies, les beuveries et les idolâtries infâmes.

Depuis le milieu du 20e siècle, cette période perd son aspect religieux, tout en maintenant vivante la tradition de la fête.6.23 Dans cet esprit, Noël prend une connotation folklorique, avec le petit jésus ! conservant le regroupement des cellules familiales autour d'un repas.

Bien sûr que comme tout le monde j’aime faire la fête d’abord avec ma famille proche puis celle éloignée et aussi avec mes amis.

Puis l’aspect commercial est venue : avec l'échange de cadeaux autour du sapin traditionnel dans les maisons tandis qu’à l’extérieur tout est fait pour créer une ambiance de fête, de cadeau de promotion commerciale alors on illumine des rues, maisons c’est à celui qui mettra le plus de lumières scintillantes avec le Père noël et son folklore ; et les magasins se transforment en temple « du dieu consommation » et puis encore l'organisation de marchés de noël. Que d’occasions pour y perdre son argent et surtout de ne pas le donner pour l’œuvre de Dieu !

La Bible ne parle pas de fêter Noël et que nous ne connaissons pas la date exacte de la naissance de J-C, et la Bible nous parle que c’était une période où les bergers étaient dehors pour garder leurs troupeaux et nous savons tous qu’à la période de Noël en Israël il fait froid et souvent avec de la neige donc pas un temps pour laisser les moutons dehors, car ce n’était pas la saison de l’hiver.

Pourquoi Jésus n’a pas jugé utile de nous donner sa date de naissance ?

Jésus connaît les hommes, s’il n’a pas voulu faire savoir sa date de naissance, c’est que cela n’est pas vraiment important, par contre, concernant tous les autres événements, les dates sont données précisément et avec beaucoup de détail, mais rien sur noël si « Au jour fixé par Dieu ! » Et nous n’avons rien d’autre ce qui veut dire que personne ne devrait fêter ce que le Seigneur ne nous a jamais demandé de faire !

Le centre du message n’a jamais été la naissance du bébé, mais sur ses souffrances pour nous sa mort et sa résurrection ! Et cela c’est tous les jours !

Oui, Jésus n’est pas honoré durant ces temps, Il est comme quand il est exactement comme le jour où il est venu sur terre, « Il n’y a toujours pas de place pour Lui » dans beaucoup de cœur ! C’est bien triste ! Et que penser des sous disant « chrétiens » qui fêtent noël au sein même de l’église, avec la crèche et le sapin ! Puis conseiller aux chrétiens de se divertir ? Si non qu’ils ramènent le monde dans l’église, mais trop souvent, il y est déjà !

Pour ma part : J’ai fêté Noël comme tout français, né dans une famille traditionnelle, catholique et légèrement religieuse, sans comprendre ce qu’il se passait réellement durant ma jeunesse.

Toute la famille allait cette nuit-là, à la messe de minuit et pendant ce temps les enfants dormaient paisiblement à l’étage attendant leur retour afin d’être réveillé pour recevoir leurs cadeaux. Je recevais avec joie ceux-ci que soi-disant le père Noël m’apportait. Mais rapidement, j’ai eu des doutes, car un jour, j’ai vu l’un de mes oncles cachés derrière la porte du salon de mes parents. Et quand le fameux bonhomme rouge et blanc m’a remis un cadeau, j’ai demandé à mes parents :

_ Pourquoi avez-vous fait déplacer le père Noël en personne à la maison pour m’apporter un cadeau aussi minable ?

Mes parents étaient très gênés et ont très vite parlé d’autres choses. Après la remise de ses cadeaux, nous sommes allés nous recoucher.

Et, comme la question me turlupinait alors je suis descendu de l’étage de nos chambres pour savoir ce qui se passait dans la salle à manger ! Et là, j’ai vu un spectacle désolant, certains membres de ma famille étaient en train de chanter, de boire, de monter sur la table, crier et être dans un état d’ébriété avancé. Je suis alors, vite remonté tout gêner pour me recoucher. Moi qui avais toujours vu ma famille posée, équilibrée, réfléchie de les voir ainsi m’avait bouleversé ! Le lendemain, en me levant, je vois dans la ruelle qui conduisait à la maison, mon oncle en train de chercher par terre, derrière les touffes d’herbes, ses papiers militaires qu’il avait perdus lors de cette soirée arrosée de Noël !

Quelque chose me montrait qu’il y avait un décalage entre ce qui était dit à la maison et ce qui était vécu ? Il y avait comme deux mondes qui s’opposaient la lumière et les ténèbres.

Bien des années plus tard, j’étais confronté au système de la fête de Noël, il fallait offrir des cadeaux aux autres membres de ma famille, et c’était pour moi trop hypocrite, car il fallait acheter un cadeau en fonction du cadeau que je recevrai. Alors on allait acheter des babioles et on recevait des babioles inutiles et faire comme si on était surpris et content ! C’était comme une triste comédie d'hypocrites qui se renouvelait tous les ans à la même période. Mais d'un sinistre et tragique théâtre, on me disait « C’est la tradition ! » Savez-vous ce que dit la Bible sur la tradition ? Marc 7:8 : Vous abandonnez le commandement de Dieu, et vous tenez à la tradition des hommes.

Mais un jour, j’ai fait une expérience bouleversante, j’ai rencontré le Seigneur Jésus et ma vie a été bouleversée, j’étais né de nouveau. Jésus a apporté la lumière, la paix, la joie, dans ma vie. Un désir de marcher libre, et de vivre dans la liberté acquise pour chacun de nous par lui à la croix du calvaire. Tout a changé.

Quelques années après, je me suis marié avec Sonia et nous avons eu trois enfants et les premières années nous n’osions pas dire non à nos parents, mais un jour j’ai entendu le message très clair :

_ Ne te corromps pas avec ce monde ! Je t’ai appelé pour te libérer des traditions !

Alors, j’ai pris mon courage à deux mains et j’ai parlé avec mes parents leur disant que je veux sortir de ce système d’hypocrisie des cadeaux, des repas de fin d’année. Mes parents furent très surpris, mais finalement nous ont donnés leurs accords. Ils ont continué à se réunir, mais petit à petit, ils ont trouvé que nous avions bien raison de nous séparer de ses obligations.

Au bout d’une vingtaine d’années, les neveux et nièces ont souhaité que nous nous retrouvions en dehors de ces jours de fête pour faire un moment convivial avec toute la famille dans la simplicité et la bonne humeur, chacun apportant une partie d’un simple repas. Et ils avaient précisé surtout pas de cadeaux ! Ce fut une grande réussite sans pression, sans hypocrisie. Tout le monde a été très content et souhaite renouveler ce type de réunion familiale, sans alcool, sans débordement de nourriture, sans cadeaux, mais avec simplicité de cœur ou chacun peut s’exprimer et partager ce qu’il vit dans le respect et l’humilité. Oui, vivons une vraie vie dans la simplicité loin des contraintes des traditions l

Conclusion : Ma réponse au sujet de la question posée au début. Est-ce que les chrétiens devraient fêter Noël ? Pour moi, fêter Noël non ! Par contre, faire la fête ensemble en famille, il n’y a pas de problème, mais de s’associer à un mouvement qui a non seulement une origine païenne, mais qui nous entraîne dans toutes sortes d’excès charnels, et qui finalement au lieu de les rapprocher du Seigneur, finit par les en éloigner. Pour ma part, je ne m’associe pas à cela, mais c’est à chacun de répondre pour lui-même.

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