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Satanism: There's Only One Way?

(Yes, I posted this on Reddit but the mods on the r/satanism subreddit said no)

For context, I've been interested in Satanism for a while but due to the fear instilled in me from a young age, despite denouncing Christianity for the past 5 years, I refused to acknowledge my curiosity. However, as my 18th birthday nears, I realize that I am the controller of my own life and choices, so I decided to look into Satanism. Upon seeing Theistic Satanism, I felt connected to it. It felt like a piece fell into place, however, I also learned how polarized Satanism is. From what I've gathered on the internet and this website, only Atheistic Satanism is truly considered Satanism by a large majority. Despite it being a bit disheartening to see, at first glance, what I considered to be a welcoming, or at the very least not isolated to one set of beliefs type of religion, I understand that there's more than what I know.

I should preface this by saying that I don't feel that one type of Satanism is more superior than the other. In my limited opinion, it's like a tree with branches but we're all connected at the roots. I just would like to understand how Satanism truly is, without being called a "devil worshiper", which isn't really as big as an insult as it seems. I mean, if you walk up to a Christian and call them a "God worshiper", you would probably get a puzzled nod. If my analogy isn't clear, then I'll explain. From what I've gathered, Theistic Satanists believe in Satan as a deity and in turn would possibly worship him. So, calling Theistic Satanists "devil worshipers" wouldn't entirely be wrong but it still shouldn't be used as an insult or slur.

Now, before I get told that one is better than the other or that there's no basis for someone's beliefs, I ask that you pay attention to the wording. Beliefs are opinions and ideas, mostly specific to the person. I am not asking for a detailed summary of why someone shouldn't believe in something nor am I asking for a short reply about how I'm a stupid child. I can guarantee that I'm not quite an adult, but I do have the mental capacity of a functioning member of society.

Finally, I am also aware of The Satanic Temple Tenets. They are one of the first things I read almost a year ago when I had a bout of curiosity. There are two that I'd like to highlight, the first and fourth tenet. Taken directly from their direct website THERE ARE SEVEN FUNDAMENTAL TENETS - TST

One should strive to act with compassion and empathy toward all creatures in accordance with reason. &

The freedoms of others should be respected, including the freedom to offend. To willfully and unjustly encroach upon the freedoms of another is to forgo one's own.

I use these as a basis for what I ask the Atheistic Satanists that follow The Satanic Temple and still choose to act with hate and entitlement: Why is it that you reject hypocrisy yet embrace it when it comes to differing ideas?

I understand that not all Atheistic Satanist act like that because I'm not trying to generalize or stereotype, I'm just curious and curiosity can be interpreted poorly sometimes. I ask everyone who reads down to here to reply with their opinions, ways to further educate myself such as books and websites, why they have their faiths, and what Satanism means to them.

- Beginner Satanist

TLDR: Why is Atheistic Satanism predominant and why is Theistic Satanism considered foolish and hated?

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This is basically him

An idea

You’ve seen thoses Reddit post on tictok about aliens and humans? Or the ones were it describeds humans making “packs” with a lot of alien?

A Yautja and his human (s/o) have been on his planet for years now, but when he finds out that you do this.. thing? Your able to form a fantastic friendship with a group of Yautja women warriors? Who actually are fully taking your advice??

He’s tariffed yet impressed

lol I actually have another ask waiting about the "humans will pack bond with anything" trope and I love that I have multiple versions cause that's like. My favorite thing. ANYWAY

Your mate is terrified by you.

Not in the "my mate could murder me" sense, but in the "how the hell are they doing that" sense

It seems like whenever you come across a Yautja female, you're quick to befriend them.

And not even just befriend them, but get them to talk to you and get them to exchange advice and tips with you???

How???

He does not understand how you do this and it scares him

Yautja females are usually rather violent towards outworlders (and quite frankly, are usually violent towards male Yautja too)

So when he walks in and sees you chatting nonchalantly with a group of females, he kind of. Ducks out of the way.

Imagine with me, if you will: you notice him try to hide and beckon him to you.

He tries to act like he wasn't just being a coward, but the other females see through him.

He can tell by the amount of high-pitched chittering of Yautja laughter coming from them.

You introduce him as your mate, and the other females are quick to threaten him.

Basically an "if you hurt them, we hurt you" kind of threat.

Except Yautja ladies can, have, and will make good on that threat.

Tries to do a proverbial chest puff to try and make himself seem Big and Bad

Like yeah, he can hang with the ladies too. See? He's got this.

Whether it works or not is... debatable.

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I'm rewatching movies that made me believe in love and that also ruined my goal of finding it. My heart breaks with every forbidden romance I see. When will it be me?

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"Black Smoke"

Time slows down in a smoky room.

Sitting with people passing around something I swore to never do but I was always meant to be here. I was always destined to feel smoke fill up my lungs and reach a high that I have yet to experience. Maybe I stop too soon or it's just not strong enough, I'm too scared to find out.

I'm too remorseful of the innocence I had when I held my breath around the smelly air and felt disgusted with the people who partook in such an activity. I’m not that kid anymore, that much is obvious. If I knew that no matter the path I took, I'd end up here, in a smoky room, I’d grieve. Not for who I'll be or who I was but for the loss of innocence, something that I'll never get back. In a physical sense, I'm mostly innocent but my mind has been corrupted beyond repair.

Just a touch of the decrepitcy that lurks beneath my skin would soil the very ground I walk on. I think everyone can tell. They watch as I inhale and let go, the white smoke turning black. Is their smoke black too or have they learned to hide it?

It feels like I've been here forever but it's just been a few moments. I hope no one smells it on me when I go home.

I think I should go outside.

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Love, Liars, and the Hearts They Break

Synopsis: Cole is a writer. He ends up becoming the center of a huge problem, for him that is. He's about to make it a bigger problem for many people. Btw, there's eventually gay stuff. Like, seriously. So, enjoy that. I definitely will.

Chapter 1: Behind a Smile

The sun shines through the blinds of a room filled with paper and stories. Cole Mercer sits at his desk typing away at his computer, trying but failing to produce something great. Every word gnaws on his mind like a parasite. He can’t focus but can’t bear to drag himself away from the computer. Each thought snags on his fingertips, just out of reach. The room’s door opening is what forces him to sit up and turn around.

“Darling, you can’t spend your entire day hunched over your computer. We have an interview with Erin Taylors! She wants to publish this book you're working on. You have to get ready.” Angela D’Malow-Mercer, his wife, exclaims as she rushes to pull him from his chair.

Cole laughs, casually following Angela. “Angie, love, if I don’t continue writing, there won’t be a book to publish.”

Angela ignores his retort and pushes him into the bathroom. “Get ready! Your clothes are already in there and you better comb your hair. Not a single hair should be out of place since this is very important.” Cole smirks, leaning against the door, “Yes, your majesty…” He bows and quickly shuts the door before she says anything. He can hear her complaining behind the door and starts to get ready.

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When Cole and Angela arrive at the building in which Erin Taylors operates, they are greeted by a small crowd of fans ranging from teens who know Angela from when she was a model to people of all ages who enjoy Cole's novels. Angela was unfazed by the number of people but Cole was slightly flustered, having been used to avoiding social events hadn't helped.

Eventually, after a few autographs and photos, they make it inside the building. Cole sighs, relieved to be away from various shouts and questions. This relief, however, is short lived when he is escorted to a room obviously designed for makeup. He gets "prepared for the camera" and is sent out to wait for his que, which wasn't discussed until that very moment.

Erin Taylors appears and begins speaking about the latest book she has taken interest in. With a few puns and audience laughter, she calls for him. "And now, readers alike, we have with us today the latest rising author. He's written one novel yet has many short stories. May I welcome…. Cole Mercer!"

After she shouts his name, he walks out, the audience applauding him. He awkwardly waves as he goes and takes his spot on the love seat beside her desk.

"It is wonderful to have you on my show today, Cole," Erin exclaims as she turns to him, "I'm glad I am the one to interview you about your new novel which is still in the works. What took you so long to come on my show?" She asks, the smile on her face turning into a questioning one.

Cole clears his throat nervously before saying the first thing on his mind. "'The pen is the tongue of the mind.' Miguel de Cervantes said that. If my pen won't work, my tongue doesn't either. Therefore, it's hard to get me to do interviews." Cole anxiously waits for everyone's reactions and is happy and very relieved when they applaud.

Erin laughs also. "Well, that's definitely a reason. But, I wonder how your wife feels if your tongue doesn't work…" Cole looked at her, unsure of why she would say that. He decides to trip her up. "Well, Erin, my tongue may not always work but my hands are very capable of keeping her happy…" Cole chuckles when people gasp and laugh, "... because I bring home money from my stories. What inappropriate minds you all have…"

Everyone enjoys this and soon, Erin decides it's time to know about Cole's novel. "Now, Cole, we know that your new novel is a secret and all but could you spill a bit about it? Just to keep us anticipating?"

Cole, finally getting a feel of what to do, complies. "It's about a man who races against an uncertain amount of time to save his life from people who are plotting his death. He has to secretly stop them while they keep an eye on him."

Erin gasps, seemingly interested. "That sounds amazing! So intriguing… What is it called? If I may ask…"

"It's called "Behind Closed Doors."

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A/n: I haven't written anything in a while. I actually wrote this a while back and I decided to post it here. I'll just use this account to post my original stuff. Please like and reblog if you enjoy it.