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biblicalbeasts · 1 month ago
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Uh- are you aware of the meaning of proship?
Proship has never meant anything except a combination of three ideas:
Ship and let ship (your ships don't harm me and vice-versa) and YKINMK (your kink is not my kink, and that's okay; my kink stories don't harm you and vice-versa)
Harassment over fiction is not acceptable
Censorship of fiction is not acceptable either
Any other definitions are made by antis, not proshippers, and are an attempt at revisionism to justify harassment based on false claims.
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biblicalbeasts · 3 months ago
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Many would consider 3am to be the witching hour, but in some cultures it is associated with introspection, and vulnerability, which can foster intimacy.
So when you’re miles away from the city, staring up at the night sky and seeing the stars twinkling to tell their stories with the love of your life? What else could you possibly ask for?
Yes, the ground is hard, and the grass poking at your skin through it is something you could go without, but all of that is worth seeing the smile stretch across that skull of his.
The silence between you two is fragile, but not negatively so. You keep taking glances at eachother when you think the other isn’t looking, and eventually just lock eyes and bashfully smile.
Speaking softly, as if to not break the spell that’s washed over the two of you, you ask if he would like to hear about some Greek mythology about the very stars he’s enamored by.
With the smallest nod, you begin to tell the tales of Perseus and his beloved Andromeda. Drawing shapes with your pointer finger as he hangs onto your every word, every motion you make. Asking all sorts of questions as you slowly inch closer and closer to each other.
When your shoulders brush against one another, you rest your head on his.
There’s something in those beautifully blue eye lights of his when he glances down at you, and before you know it something washes over you and words just tumble past your lips.
“Y’know..these stars probably witnessed the very myths I was telling you about, and they dance with those who have been honored by their side. I’m glad that you and I exist and the same point of their lives. “
Time feels like it stops, and his jaw drops a little before softly clacking shut. His eyelights warble a bit in place before hazing at the edges and he chuckles a bit as he leans forward and bumps your forehead with his teeth.
“Funny you’d say that, I was just thinking how you’re my own little supernova.”
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biblicalbeasts · 3 months ago
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If looks could kill, Papyrus’ dust would be smoldering from the pure venom that resides in Sans’ eye lights. They are sharp, they are slitted, and they burn with nothing but acrid disgust for the sorry excuse of a monster before him.
He kneels, skull tilted down towards the floor, dulled eye lights practically burning into the hardwood floors Sans works at tirelessly to keep clean and pristine.
“Look at me when I speak to you, you worthless dog.”
The clipped sound of footsteps coming closer didn’t snap him out of his trance, but the rough grab to his mandible sure did. Especially when paired with the rough sting of the intent in the hands that have him captive.
“It was one fucking job. One. I know you were useless, and incapable of ever meeting my expectations but this is a new low.
In the tense, heavy silence, Papyrus wonders what chemicals his brother would use to make his scent fade faster if his dust gets happens to get caught in the grooves between the very planks he kneels on.
The grip on his mandible tightens and papyrus swears the bone of his jaw creaks with the strain.
“Is the dog too stupid to understand its owner? Speak when you are spoken to, mutt.” Anger so fierce his once sangria colored magic has darkened to something more akin to a wine, scent no longer pleasant, but sour.
The dread in his soul sinks deep into his bones. He fucked up badly, and Sans will make him pay for it.
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biblicalbeasts · 3 months ago
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Hi everyone! You can call me Angel.
My pronouns are they/it, and I’m trying to get back into the habit of writing! I’ll be posting my little drafts and stuff here :3 I hope everyone enjoys!!
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