#Paradise of Sins Library

[theangeltopaz]

“BLOOD ON THE ALTAR.”

SYNOPSIS. You’re Sydney’s best friend. He loves you, but he can’t have you due to his faith. At least that’s what he thinks. However, Sydney is easily convinced otherwise. WC. 4.5k

CONTENT. SubBot!Sydney the Faithful x DomTop!Male Reader, taller and stronger reader, starts a little bit angsty, they’re best friends but have some sort of unrequited love going on, virginity loss, Sydney has a bit of a voice kink, religious (Christian specifically) references and themes, somewhat public sex (yall fuck in a secluded corner of the library), Sydney does not have a chastity belt or anything because I felt like it, might be ooc Syd, oral (char. giving), hair pulling, cumming untouched, anal (char. receiving), wall sex, a little tiny bit of masochism on Sydney’s part, mindfuck, no written aftercare but it does happen

AUTHOR’S NOTE. Yay! New fic! Yet another one I wrote whilst listening to music, Ethel Cain and Heathers this time. Sorry this took so long, I kept procrastinating plus it’s exam time. Enjoy!

       Sydney glances at you as your fingers idly trace the rough pages of the book in your hands, a copy of Paradise Lost that’s been in the library for God knows how long. Your dulcet voice floated through the room whilst he was simply getting some things in order, making sure people had returned their books on time and in the right condition.

       Finishing reading aloud the chapter you were currently on, you slid the book back onto the shelf it was retrieved from. Sydney continued typing on the computer, but he was distracted by your absentminded humming as you picked books at random to look at. Your fingers ran down the spine of the one you were currently holding, some sort of fantasy novel.

       Sydney couldn’t help but notice that you always had a certain sort of grace to you. Not grace as in someone who was dainty or delicate, more so someone well versed in a practice. You walked with purpose whilst still looking enrapturing. You placed the book back in its proper place, looking back at Sydney. “Y’know, you’re staring.”

       “Oh, yeah! Sorry, I was just distracted by your humming. You have a very beautiful voice.” He could feel a red glow rising on his cheeks. You radiated sin, and yet Sydney couldn’t help but be drawn to you. He wanted to say it was just a desire to purify you and bring you into the temple, but he knew well it was much more than that. You both had similar interests, and you would make for a good friend, a good partner, if only you were holy. 

       You were unfairly attractive, but Sydney wasn’t going to allow himself to just fall into a relationship like that. Especially not with someone who was as sinful as you were currently.

       You laughed. Your voice was that of an angel whilst simultaneously being that of something so much more sacrilegious. “Thank you, Sydney. It’s not the first time you’ve said that though.” Your tone was laden with something. As to what it was, Sydney couldn’t quite tell. You were fairly apt at concealing your emotions, only expressing what you wished to.

        You began walking towards the library counter, where Sydney was stationed. In turn, he attempted to seem busy, like he wasn’t so utterly focused on you. Your boots padded softly against the carpeted floor as you approached the counter. 

       You had a certain look in your gleaming eyes, but before Sydney could identify it, you spoke. “Tell me, Sydney.” you had said, tapping your fingers against the lacquered wood of the desk,“What do you actually think of me?”

       “W-What?” Sydney was caught off guard by the nature of your question. He hoped the lighting in the library was dim enough to hide the evident blush on his face. Sure, he did think of you more than he should in a way he should definitely not be, but he didn’t think he was that obvious!

       “You heard me.” 

       You leaned over the counter. 

       Your face was getting dangerously close to Sydney’s.

       Your warm breath fanned over him.

       The strangest part was… he felt no desire to push away when he definitely should have. His heart was pounding—he could hear his blood rushing—and his eyes darted around the room, looking for anything to focus on except for you.

       “Sydney.”

       “I can’t, M/N.” He wanted to kiss you so bad, to confess his affections and give in.

       “I know.” You sighed. You sounded disappointed. He hated that. “What do I need to do?”

       “Come to the Temple with me.”

       “You know I don’t believe in that stuff.”

       The room was silent, so much so you could hear the buzzing of the light fixtures overhead. Your synced breaths were the only sound coming from you two, but Sydney could hear his heart pounding. His vision was getting blurry with tears.

       “I’m sorry, Sydney.” Why were you apologizing? He can’t expect you to meet his every expectation. He wanted so badly to, though. You looked at him with a sincerity in your eyes when you seemed so seductive not long ago

       Sydney felt a crystalline tear slip down his cheek. 

       You gently wiped it away with your thumb.

       He leaned in closer.

       So did you.

       Not before long, your foreheads were pressed together. Sydney’s glasses were pushing into his nose uncomfortably and fogging up slightly, but he didn’t care at this moment. Your limpid eyes were focused on him. His breath mixed with yours. 

       It felt like time had stood still in that moment. Your eyes flicked down to his lips. You sighed and pulled back, much to Sydney’s dismay. Is this not what you wanted? Were you not going to confess to him a moment ago?

       “I can’t do this to you,” you had said. “I don’t want to do anything if I’m not going to end up with you. And I am well aware of how the Temple feels about purity.”

       Sydney hurriedly walked around the counter. He came to a stop right in front of you. His hands were balled into tight fists at his side, his nails digging into the palms of his hands.

       “I… If you want me, you can have me.”

       Your eyes widened, you were clearly shocked. “Sydney, that’s… are you sure? Can’t you get punished for that?”

       “Not in this situation, if you… fuck me. Just, please.”

       You sighed, your eyes trailing off somewhere that you were thoughtfully considering your options. Meanwhile, Sydney was staring up at you, awaiting your answer. Only a moment ago were you so eager, and now you were going to think about it.

       Your eyes met Sydney’s again, pretty and crystal clear. Oh, how he loved when those eyes were focused on him. You interrupted the silence that had settled between you two. Maybe it was only a few seconds that you were thinking, but it felt like hours had passed to Sydney. “Where’s the most private part of the library?”

       “Here,” Sydney said, grabbing your hand and leading you to the most isolated area he could think of: a nook in the back corner with some math books, slightly hidden behind another shelf. He was so, so close to you, his hands resting on your chest. Your hands rested on his waist.

       “I know it’s your first time, so we’re gonna go slow, okay?” You tilted his chin up, since it was a bit harder to see you now that you were so close together. He couldn’t stop thinking about your voice, that almost melodic cadence that could bring him to his knees.

       “Okay…” Although Sydney appreciated that you wanted to be gentle with him, he’s heard you talk about what you’re into. He knew what you were capable of. However, his train of thought was cut short by another question.

       “Can I kiss you?”

       Sydney breathed in sharply, averting his eyes. “Yes.”

       You immediately leaned down, your eyes fluttering closed, and pressed your lips to his, taking Sydney’s first kiss. You kissed slowly, tentatively, taking your time. 

       His eyes closed softly, giving way to the darkness behind his eyelids so he could focus on the feeling of your lips together.. Sydney returned the kiss and pushed his soft lips against yours.

       After a moment of soft kissing, you pulled back. Sydney took a second to breathe, before his eyes met yours and you returned to kissing him. His arms moved to wrap around your neck as you began kissing him with more fervor and with less hesitation.

       One of your arms wrapped around Syd’s waist, while the other trailed up to his hair. You tugged on the strawberry blonde locks, pulling out Sydney’s low ponytail and causing him to let out a small gasp. You took the opportunity to slip your tongue into his mouth as his silky hair suddenly fanned over his back. 

       You tasted like sin, and Sydney couldn’t help but want to partake in you. Your tongue ran over his, eliciting a small whine from him. Sydney’s head was spinning from just a kiss. Is this how it was supposed to feel? Was he supposed to be so enraptured that any thought escaped him in favor of focusing solely on the feeling of your soft lips against his?

       Sydney was a quick learner. He cautiously reciprocated, his tongue sliding into your mouth. He could feel his slacks become a little too tight for comfort.

       You pulled back, lust sparkling in your eyes. In a voice both breathy and seductive, you asked “So, what do you want to do first?”

       That’s how Sydney ended up on his knees, eye level with your crotch, whilst you leaned on one of the bookshelves. His soft hands reached up to the zipper of your straining uniform pants and pulled it down hastily. He then grabbed onto the waistband of your pants and pulled them down too.

       Sydney went wide eyed at the sight before him. Even through your boxers, he could tell you were big. His fingers slipped under the edge of your underwear, and tugged them down.

       Sydney suddenly blushed cerise, only now realizing how real this was. Your half-hard dick was in front of his face and he was about to suck you off. However, your rich voice penetrated his line of thought.

       “Earth to Sydney, you daydreaming down there?” Your hand crept down towards your own dick, stroking it to full hardness. Your hand then moved to Sydney’s chin, your deft fingers tilting his head up.

       “No, just thinking…”

       “Having second thoughts? You sound apprehensive.” And you sound concerned, he thought. Your thoughtfulness was not helping his current situation, as he was squeezing his thighs together to get some sort of friction on his (nearly painfully) hard cock. If you noticed, you didn’t say anything.

       “No… just a little… I’ve never done this before?”

       “Yeah, that’s why I’m here to guide you. Open your mouth.” 

       Sydney did as you asked, rose colored lips parting as your thumb pushed into his mouth. You traced against his teeth, before gently pressing down upon his tongue. He instinctively started sucking your thumb, looking up at you with those pretty amber eyes.

       You removed your thumb from Syd’s mouth, and replaced it with your index and middle finger. Your fingers continued pressing on his tongue, slowly slipping further back into his throat. Sydney eyes widened as you hit his gag reflex. 

       Seeing Sydney’s reaction and realizing this, you pulled your fingers out of his mouth. “You alright?” He nodded his head. “Now don’t try to deepthroat me, it’s your first time. I don’t want you hurting yourself. Use your hands instead.”

       You watched as Sydney took you into his hand, slipping your tip between his parted lips. He slowly took you in deeper, your dick resting heavy on his tongue. It was a bit of a foreign sensation, but not an unwelcome one.

       Sydney slackened his jaw a bit, allowing him to glide more of you into his mouth. He was quickly adjusting to this, as he flattened his tongue against you which caused you to let out a low groan. 

       Your hand found purchase in Sydney’s strawberry blonde locks, as you guided him to begin bobbing his head. He followed dutifully, continuing even when your hand stopped guiding him. In fact, once you lightened your grip on his hair, Sydney began bobbing his head faster. He heard you mutter something along the lines of “Good boy, just like that.”

       Recalling what you had said earlier, Sydney’s hand returned to where it was on your dick. He began stroking you in tandem with the movements of his head. A thunk sounded throughout the small corner you were in as you threw your head back in pleasure.

       Sydney could feel the thrumming of your pulse through the veins on your cock, or maybe that was his own heartbeat pounding in his ears. A salty, almost bitter liquid was leaking from your tip. 

      The mushroom head of your dick was pushing at Sydney’s throat. He felt a desire to take you in even deeper, despite your previous warnings.

      Sydney ultimately decided to take you in farther, even if it was against your original wishes. Once again, he’s overheard conversations you’ve had with others about what you like. He knew you liked guys who took everything you gave. Syd wanted to please you.

       You slipped down Sydney’s throat relatively easily, though not without some struggle. He had to suppress himself from gagging, but the way your grip tightened on his hair and the groans you let out were worth it. He didn’t think you realized, until…

       “Fuck, didn’t I tell you not to do that?” You didn’t sound mad. Instead, you sounded like you were somewhere in between concern and arousal. However, you weren’t complaining, so Sydney kept going.

       Tears built up along Sydney’s waterline as he felt your cock deep in his throat. He had to pause for a second, pulling off a bit to catch his breath, before continuing to bob his head. However, from there, it didn’t take long for you to cum. Sydney felt your grip on his soft strawberry blonde hair tighten as you groaned,“Fuck, Syd, you’re doing so good. Fuck, I’m cumming.”

       As warm, salty cum shot down Sydney’s throat, he felt a certain heat deep in his abdomen unfurling. He moaned around you as he experienced his own climax for the first time. Sydney pulled off, panting in an attempt to capture the breath he had lost. He hadn’t realized it until then, but his face was wet from his own salty tears. His hair was sticking to his skin and his glasses were fogged. His face was the picture of unrighteousness, of sin.

       “Did you just cum untouched?” you said, chuckling gently.

       He nodded his head silently, his face flushed with both embarrassment and arousal.

       You smiled softly. “That’s okay. It’s your first time.” Your gentle hand glided from his hair to his chin, tilting Syd’s face up towards you. His amber eyes glistened with unshed tears through his glasses that were tilted at an odd angle. You fixed them for him before helping him up from where he was on the ground. 

       Your hands came to a resting point on Sydney’s waist as you kissed him softly, only a small peck. Once you pulled back, you said, “Do you want to keep going? We can stop if that was enough for you-”

       “Yes, I do,” Sydney answered confidently, but his voice was a bit sore and shaky from what he had just done. His throat hurt and his pants were beginning to feel a little too tight for comfort once again, despite having just cum.

       Your eyes met his, and a grin crept across your face. “Alright.” You moved suddenly, catching Sydney off guard switching your current positions. He was now pressed against the bookshelves, which were pressing quite uncomfortably into his back, and looking up at you.

      Smug eyes ran unashamedly down Sydney’s body, which his school uniform was doing absolutely no favors. You seemed displeased by this, and quickly took to remedying it. 

      As Syd’s lips met yours in an unexpectedly fiery kiss, your hands lept to the edge of his blazer and all but ripped it off him. In Sydney’s mind, you only seemed to have one mission: completely dishevel him. And you were currently succeeding. Quite rapidly, too.

      Pieces of both Sydney’s and your uniform ended up thrown against bookshelves and into nondescript corners until you were bare and Sydney was in his boxers. You pulled back to look down at him, admire him. A light flush crossed your face. This was the most he’s been unclothed in front of someone, other than those from the Temple. 

       The strawberry blonde instinctively moved to cover himself, his arms wrapping around his freckled body. A deep flush of cerise—from shame or embarrassment or quite possibly lust—coated Sydney’s cheeks and spread down his neck. His amber eyes shifted nervously, in an attempt to avoid your scrutinizing gaze.

       “You’re sure you want to continue?” Worry riddled your dulcet voice. Your hand came up to Sydney’s face and tilted his head up so he wouldn’t look away. He blushed harder, definitely from shame this time. Your eyes gazed into his, with some soft emotion shining in them.

       “Yes,” Sydney said firmly, and, hesitating slightly, dropped his arms from his lithe body, instead wrapping them around your neck. “I’m sorry, I’m just… a little nervous.”

       “Hey, that’s okay, it’s normal for your first time. So you’re sure about this?” Your gentle words coaxed a wide smile from him.

       “Yes.”

       “Then, may I remove these?” You punctuated your words with the slow, gentle glide of your fingers, which were now just above the waistband of his already cum-soaked boxers. Sydney shivered in both delight and anticipation for what was to come. He nodded his head eagerly, nearly sighing in relief when you removed his underwear.

       Once the dirty boxers were completely removed, you threw them somewhere in the nook like you had with the rest of your clothes. Sydney‘s blush somehow managed to deepen. His dick was pretty, already hard again and leaking pearlescent precum from the pink tip. 

       “You’re so beautiful, Syd. A shame the Temple tried to hide this.” Sydney muttered a meek thank you in response. The tips of your fingers traced his body, nails raking along his skin and leaving light bits of raised flesh in their wake. Sydney felt his heart flutter at the slight bit of stinging pain. It could almost be described as… pleasurable.

       Your fingers eventually found their way to Sydney’s waist, then further down to his hips, then tracing down towards his erect cock. He moaned as your thumb ran over his slit, being the first time anyone has ever provided stimulation to his dick.

       Sydney’s eyes shot up to meet yours, as they were previously distracted by watching your hands. You had a brazen grin on your face, clearly entertained by his reaction to your antics. The strawberry blonde let out another surprised moan as your hand wrapped around the girth of his dick, gently pumping it.

       Sydney’s hands flew up to your shoulders, his oddly sharp nails digging into bare skin and muscle. Meanwhile, you were collecting the precum that dribbled from his tip and shimmered in the dim light of the library—so pretty, yet part of something so sinful. You coated your fingers in the warm liquid, whilst the other roughly and suddenly gripped his thigh, bringing it up to your hip. Your fingers trailed further down.

       Sydney let out a soft gasp as he felt your fingers tracing his tight, puckered hole. He was clearly caught off guard, since he had been admiring your appearance for the past few moments.

       “Ready?” Despite your expression being riddled with poorly concealed lust, your voice still managed to keep that same gentle, love-filled tone.

       “Yes,” Sydney replied softly, but with confidence. He still felt a little nervous, but your calm tone and demeanor helped to soothe that.

       Beginning with just one finger, you breached his rim. Sydney whined at the foreign but delicious sensation. Many nights had this scenario been the focal point of his late night dreams, but he always suppressed the thought as soon as he awoke because you were his friend and you weren’t part of the Temple. 

       Now, though, Sydney’s fantasy was becoming a reality. As you felt him loosen up a little, you inserted a second finger and performed a small scissoring motion. Even the little bit of stimulation led to Sydney arching his back and pressing his body against yours, spreading drops of precum on both of your stomachs.

       This action only provided more stimulation, since Sydney’s dick was rubbing up against yours. Your groans mixed with his whines as you continued to finger him open. Your other hand was digging in his thighs hard enough to bruise. 

       Whilst still thrusting your fingers in and out of him, you took to attacking Sydney’s neck with your lips and teeth. Blood rushed to the surface of his skin, causing spots of purple and yellow to begin blooming on his neck. Spots he knew he wouldn’t be able to do much to cover, other than wear a turtleneck sweater.

       Sydney let out a high moan as a third finger pushed into him. And when you found his prostate, Sydney’s back somehow arched more into yours. A string of moans continued to escape him as you targeted that spot, words like please and more escaping him. Your low chuckle against the strawberry blonde’s neck only caused him to shiver.

       Sydney didn’t know this could feel this good, that you could make him feel this good. Your dick hasn’t even been in him yet, and he already feels like he’s surpassed Heaven. Your digits continued to push at his prostate as they were thrusted in and out of him.

       Sydney felt a now-familiar knot building in his gut, a sign of an impending orgasm, but then you pulled back from his neck and removed your fingers from him. He whined as he felt that knot slipping away, due to the sudden lack of stimulation.

       “Hey, you’ll be getting something much better soon, okay?” Sydney could barely hear your voice over the sound of his own heart pounding in his ears, but he nodded anyway.

        Suddenly, Sydney found himself being picked up. The hand—that wasn’t already holding his leg up—picked up his other thigh effortlessly. Sydney gripped onto you in a panic as you wrapped his legs around your waist. His nails dug into you in an effort to calm himself, but he couldn’t say this new position wasn’t arousing.

       The way you held the strawberry blonde, an obvious display of the strength you had over him, had his head reeling and his face blushing. Sydney wanted nothing more than for you to manhandle him. Of course, you most likely had only picked him up for easier access. Still, it couldn’t stop Sydney’s desires.

       “I’m gonna push in now, okay?” Your voice somehow managed to break through the deep fog that was now Sydney’s brain. He nodded his head, silently but eagerly.

       However, that silence was broken when the mushroom head of your dick pushed into Sydney. He let out a borderline pornographic moan and buried his nails deeper into the muscles of your back.

       As you pushed in deeper, Sydney could feel salty tears building on his waterline. From pain or pleasure, he wasn’t sure. The stretch burned, but in a way Sydney couldn’t help but enjoy, because he knew you were filling him up in a way he wasn’t able to fathom before this moment.

       Your fingers dug into his thighs, which only added to the muddled cocktail of pain and pleasure that Sydney was currently experiencing. He had abandoned all dignity and was currently relishing in the feeling of the bruises that you were giving him, marks showing that he was yours.

       You bottomed out, now fully buried within Sydney. “Fuck, you’re still so tight,” you groaned out, obviously holding back the urge to completely and utterly ravage him. However, you held back, much to Sydney’s disappointment. 

       Sydney squirmed in your arms, still adjusting to the feeling of being so completely full. His bangs were sticking to his face and his glasses were fogged up, due to the sweat that was dripping from his skin and the heat building between the both of you. 

       “You ready?” you asked, with so much care in your voice that it almost seemed unfit for this setting, where Sydney just wanted you to throw caution to the wind and ruin him. 

       “Yes, please-“ 

       Almost immediately, you pulled out and thrusted deep into Sydney. He was caught off by his own scream of pleasure, once again arching his back into you and throwing his head against the bookshelf behind him.

       You began with a slow and steady pace, but that was already almost too much for Sydney. Each thrust had his glasses tilting and his head spinning. The tears building up in his eyes threatened to spill over, and he was panting in an attempt to catch his breath. 

       As you both gradually began to get more comfortable and speed up, Sydney could feel his mind slipping away. He was simultaneously trying to both squirm away and push himself further on your dick. 

       Sydney’s tip slapped his stomach each time your cock thrusted into him, spreading precum on his abdomen. The smell of sweat and profanity mixed with the preexisting scent of books that may not have been touched in years. 

       Tears began flowing heavily from Sydney’s eyes as he sobbed your name, begging for both more and less. He could feel you losing restraint. Your speed grew faster and Sydney’s moans grew louder.

       The sound of your voice and the pause of your movements brought Sydney back down to Earth for a moment. “You’re doing so good for me, baby. I need you to be a little quieter though, okay? I don’t want anyone else hearing your beautiful voice. That’s all for me.”

       Sydney practically shivered at your sudden possessiveness. The gentle tone of your voice contrasted the roughness of your thrusting not long ago. “Ok-ay…” He hiccuped mid-sentence, or rather mid-word, too fucked out of his mind to fully focus on speaking. 

        As you resumed thrusting into him, Sydney attempted to quiet himself. However, that was so difficult when you were making him feel so good with the perfect mix of roughness and reassurance. So good, in fact, that he never wanted this moment to end. If this is what the Temple was keeping from him—true unity with you, one of his best friends—then he wasn’t sure he wanted to be part of the Temple anymore.

       Each thrust became progressively more erratic as you neared your own orgasm. You groaned, saying “I’m cumming.” Meanwhile, Sydney had already given up on silencing himself. He moaned and whined your name loudly, not caring if anyone could hear. In fact, Sydney was probably so thoroughly fucked that he couldn’t even think about anyone, anything, outside of this very moment. All there was now was he and you.

       The mere thought of remaining with you the rest of eternity—especially in such a sinful way—had Sydney keening. He felt his own orgasm building up within him, his now flushed a deep red.

       Sydney’s eyes screwed shut and he clenched tightly around you as his orgasm washed over him. Sticky cum squirted from his cock, over his stomach and chest and some even reached his chin.

       As his muscles squeezed around your dick, you came deep inside Sydney. He relished in the feeling of your warm cum inside of him. The only thoughts in Sydney’s head were ones of love and lust for you.

       You pulled out of Sydney, but still held him in your arms. You pressed a chaste kiss to his lips, and rested your foreheads together.

       Is this how the first man felt, standing next to his beloved, his fated soulmate? Blood had been spilled now. This rib could not be replaced. Sydney might regret it later, but for now he was satisfied.

       “Now we’re bound forever, r-right?”

       “Yes, Sydney. Now we’re bound forever.”

[shapard]

hihii! I was wondering if I could request a Lucifer x fem!reader, where the reader was a nun in her life and still is kinda one in hell but dedicates herself to lucifer yk what I mean? :3 I’m sorry if this isn’t really in detail!

Demons

Lucifer x Sinner!Nun!femreader

A/n: Heyy! I hope this meets your expectations!

Soft Lucifer, Social awkward Lucifer, Nun reader

Part 1 < Part 2

You hate it here. 

Hell was full of sinners and Demons. The ground is covered in crimson blood. The blood bleeds into your clothes, leaving the white in pure red.

Violence was the only way Sinners communicate. 

You were mad at the Lord themself. You prayed each day and night. Always followed the rules and gave up every rich thing in your life. All to serve the father.

Many people thought you were too young to pursue this path but to you it was a blessing itself. 

One day, the worst and best thing that ever happened to you. You saved a life and you died instead. 

You waited and waited for the light of Jesus and God. So that they can take you in their hands and lift you to paradise. Yet after all you've done, you were falling.

The void of pure darkness ate you and threw you down to the most feared place. Hell.

The compact on thee ground hurt as if you died again. The force knocked you completely out. Luck was on your side and gifted you a home. At home two demons were leaving and let you stay in their old house.

You'll never forget them.

One day you took a walk in a different area, trying to find a loophole anywhere. Just one sign to get to those purely gates. To your dismay, nothing.

Instead of worrying too much you went to a hell’s Library. Reading through every book to get Information about this place. 

The Lore of Lucifer is very Interesting.

The father’s Favorite banished from heaven because of the Forbidden Apple. As you kept reading the more it Fascinated you. 

Why did Lucifer give Eve the Apple? 

How is Heaven? 

The more you found out about the king of hell the more obsessed you got.

Who exactly is Lucifer Morningstar? The Lord you served so long for let you down so easily, but would Lucifer? Too many questions spiraled in your head, it started to pound in pain.

The library was closing soon, so you stuffed the books into your rucksack and left the place in a fast pace. 

The book may not give you the answers you need but Lucifer could. Without wasting any seconds, you wander around the so-called pride ring in Hell. 

It seems there are 7 rings like the 7 sins. One of them being Lucifer. The fun part you learned is that the appearance in hell has something to do with the way you die.

Your appearance resembled a black cat hybrid, you mainly looked humane just with some extras. A pair of cat ears, claws and a tail that swayed behind you.

Finally, after headaches, Mental Breakdowns, and research you got an idea how to get Lucifers attention.

Praying. A very simple yet tiring process. After weeks of preparation you got everything that you needed. Your body shook under fear as you lit up the candles.

You don't feel that confident anymore. Praying to God is something different. They were pure and was the creator of everything. But Lucifer was the pure evil. The complete opposite.

You were in the center of a pentagram that was drawn with your and a goat’s blood. The flames around you were so hot you thought you were in the middle of a fire. 

With a shaky breath you closed your eyes and sat down on your calves. Another deep breath and you began your prayer. 

When you were finished the candles were burned out but nothing besides the wax that coated the floor.

With a sigh you rubbed your hands on your face. The whole procedure was for nothing.

Exhausted you took the candles and threw it in the dustbin. “Was worth a shot.” You said disappointed as you sat on a very old bed. A loud crash sends you out of your little sweet daydream about kittens. You jumped up and grabbed the next object, a Fan.

Curse words echoed through your Livingroom. “Who’s there?” You shouted as you switched the lights on. A short figure with a huge hat came in the view.

“Fuck! eh... Sorry for the mess.” Confused at his words you looked around seeing your Livingroom really a complete mess. Nothing was at its usual place.

The guy watched as your jaw dropped a bit. “What in the name of Jesus did you do?!” He smirked up to you and you raised the fan above your head. “Why do you have a fan in your hand?” He asked pointing with his clawed finger at your fan. “Because of people that break into private homes, like you!” With a snap of his fingers the fan in your hand vanished into small sparkles. 

“Technically I didn’t break into your house.” The stranger said as he swung his cane around. You raised your eyebrow at him, “You obviously did.” What the hell is with those sinners.

He sighs in frustration and leans onto his cane, “Let me re-introduce myself. I’m Lucifer Morningstar. The devil you summoned.” His sharp red eyes focused on your e/c ones and his Pupils dilated a bit. The more you two looked in the eyes the hotter and thicker the tension got. 

“You’re Lucifer.” You fast to break the thick ice. You don’t want to focus about the growing desire for the Archangel in front of you. Lucifer smirk grew only more. You didn’t think this was even possible. “Yes, the one and only.” He winked and a shiver went down your spine.

“of course.” As the sin of pride, he’s doing a great job so far. 

“For what do you need me, darling?” Lucifer asked and you immediately asked him the question that is burning your mind. “I have Question my Lord.” Pink hue glazed Lucifer's face as you said my lord. “Ehm,” He grabbed his collar and pulled it with his claw, “Of course darling… We- I mean I have too much… No, fuck- I have a lot of time reserved for you! Hehehe.” Lucifers sudden overtalking caught you surprised. 

The King of hell, Lucifer Morningstar gets nervous when you call him My Lord. 

“Okay first my most Important question. How do I get in heaven? I don’t know what I have done in my life to end up here.” Lucifer raised sassy his eyebrow giving you a side eye. “Darling. You’re in hell and there is no ticket up. Believe me.” He tapped with his cane on the floor, “There’s no way.” He pressed again. 

But you don’t give up. 

“Then give me a meeting. I can prove that I’m innocent. I was a nun almost my whole life and I died saving someone’s life.” Lucifer’s laugh was ego scratching and you glared at him. “I could get you the meeting sweetheart, yet it wouldn’t change anything. But in exchange you have to do something for me."

“What?” You asked as Lucifer stepped in front of you, his face so close that it’s brushing your face. He breathed in and you smelled so divine. “only time will tell.” And just like that he disappeared. Confused you looked around. 

“That was weird…” 

A/n: I'm ALIVE!! Anyways Part 2 will be out soon<3

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: ̗̀➛ Imagine being in a secret relationship with Regulus Black...

Let's imagine you're best friends with the marauders (cliche, i know, but gold!)

You basically have four older brothers and Sirius had always been so good to you, James saw you as a sister, Peter idolised you and Remus, he'd give the world for you (i love Remus, sorry not sorry),

And let's imagine you're also from a powerful pure blood family who fell out with the dark ways all other families were turning. You and your family made sure to distance yourself away from the dark arts, essentially turning your back on what you had known,

But then, you end up at one of those pure-blood parties and outside, looking miserable and lonely is Regulus himself,

You go out and join him cause the party is lame,

You'd seen each other around school, the Slytherin prince and Gryffindor princess,

You guys end up talking about anything, except your friends- one of which being his brother- it would ruin the whole mood,

You guys ditched the party and ran around London in his fine suit and your rich clothes,

You walked the deserted streets and when the air turned cold, Regulus draped his jacket over your shoulders,

It smelt of him,

The two of you knew you need to get back, you'd told yourself to go several times, yet neither of you could pull yourselves out of the moment, hidden between two buildings as you leaned against the wall,

Slowly he starts to lean down, till his curls brushed the top of your head and you were stretching out to nudge your nose with his and then his lips were on yours,

Probably went something like:

'We should go.'

'Definitely.'

He's leaning in. 'We'd probably be in a lot of trouble if anyone found out about this.'

'Grounded for sure.'

'And it's dark.'

'Yes.'

His curls are brushing you and he's so close you can feel his breath. 'Do you want to go?'

'Do you want to go?'

Then he kisses you. And his lips are like some forbidden paradise that you knew had to be kept from you. But his lips are soft and his hands hold on your cheeks as he pulls away for breath, but you followed his lips and chased them with your own,

If this was your sin, you'd go down burning,

His fists curled in his own jacket draped around you, drawing you into his chest,

BOY you could've died then and there,

Eventually you part and both of your lips are red and swollen so you guys have to calm down and you make your way back in silence,

Boy would've gone to bed that night caressing his lips at the thought of you,

Then you're back at school and you have to act like nothing happened,

But you're seeing each other around the castle more and more, in corridors alone and quickly turning away from each other and finding another way around so you don't have to walk past each other (because if you walked past each other there's no telling which one of you would push the other against the wall and finish what was started)

You guys catch each others eyes at breakfasts and dinners and keep looking up at the same time in class,

You're just lucky the boys can't see this,

Then one night you're in the library when technically you shouldn't be (because it was just a full moon and you're trying to bring a book to cheer Remus up)

There he is. Regulus Black, lingering in the very isle you want to be in,

You guys exchange pleasantries, though it's BRIMMED with sexual tension,

You move into the isle, looking around the bookshelf for the book you need,

At some point Regulus crept behind you, his entire front pressed into your back. You guys just fit together, perfect!

And then you've forgotten about the book and you're turning around and your lips are crashing into each other's before you can draw a breath,

It spoke of the weeks of un-said things, leaving the kiss unfinished the last time, longing that existed in your souls long before you knew what it was,

Your lips were moulding together, sharing breath, his hands fisting your shirt (and maybe your skirt. he's a gentleman but he's also a teenage boy) and you're pulling at his tie and he's pushing you against the table and running his tongue into your mouth and you're nipping his bottom lip,

Good LORD,

Then you hear the shuffling of feet and the two of you are torn apart, looking at different shelves and acting as if your skins not on fire and you weren't just trying to claw your way into each other,

It was Evan and he was telling Regulus to hurry up,

Regulus asked for a minute alone and finally once his friend has gone, he's turning back and whispering to you,

'I haven't stopped thinking about you, torturing me. Please, meet me again. Down at the Black lake, tomorrow.'

You try to argue-

'Please,' he said and what could you do when he's pleading and his breath is hot in your ear. 'Let's not care about everyone else, not right now, please.'

So that's where it began. The two of you and clandestine meetings kept away from everyone else. It was sweet and scandalous,

You and Regulus would be in the library at the same time, coincidently studying for the same subjects. You had to share books, so you may as well study together and you may as well sit next to year other and he may as well rest his hand where it's most comfortable: on your thigh,

And it started in passion. Kisses and fumbling hands but soon it's talking. About the stresses and reputations to up-hold, you were the only one Regulus could speak to about it to,

So your passion turns to love,

Smirks across the hall and classes becomes smiles and shimmering eyes,

When you guys pass in corridors, if you're both on your way somewhere, you'll brush hands, holding on for a moment before carrying on your day,

But I imagine Regulus having this move:

Let's say you walk past him and give him the look (and you look irresistible in your uniform that he can never say no to you, no matter what you want) so he pretends to realise he's going the wrong way and will check nobody's watching before he follows you while keeping a distance,

Your guys pain meeting places are the astronomy tower, the black lake and the library,

I imagine, once you guys make it official between you, there isn't a night you don't spend together. Nothing has to happen, it's just a fact Regulus sleeps better with you in his arms,

Whether you each sneak into the dorm and pull the curtains around it and making several charms to keep quiet and everyone away or if you guys have the room of requirement,

And it would be hard to be around your friends when they pick on Regulus or his friends, so you try not to be apart of it,

(I think Remus would probably be the first to catch on but let's save that for later)

I just think a forbidden romance between Regulus and you is top tier shit!!!

[kaseylgifford]

Somewhere in the wasteland lies a vault, no one's quite sure of the number, but its been long abandoned by its dwellers. Now that vault has only two residents, a ghoul most just call Snakebite, and a Synth the Ghoul just calls Angel. The vault's said to be a real place of wonders. Inside theres a pristine pre-bomb garden, a real Eden full of sinful sweet fruit trees. It's also got a library full of all the books there ever was on Earth. These two queer creatures abide company well enough, but it seems the only way to find their little patch of paradise is to not look for em. You stumble into em and only then if you have no ill intent in your heart or hands. How they keep hid? Who can say, not even the rad roaches bother em none and I for one am glad they're out there, a bright spot of light in all that dark.

[madamealys]

Imagine you are well taken care of… by Aegon II.

(I)

(+21)

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You and him have been once rivals, friends and further to it, you share blood. After all, he’s your cousin via his mother and since cradle you’ve been raised together.

Aegon knows you well. And too well in fact. He’s been keeping an eye on you since you’ve flourished to a woman few could be compared to. And that you have noticed that he’s been lingering in his gaze towards you only makes you dress tighter gowns to reinforce your curves.

One of these days, he comes after you. You are reading in the library in that typical secretive spot where no one knows you like to spend your leisure times, but him.

He watches you from afar. Your auburn locks are falling loose and your heart shaped face looks stern. Your eyes are focused in the lines that have your full attention.

“So beautiful”, he whispers to himself, remembering the night before when he touched himself thinking of you.

When looking at the swell of your breasts, his wanting for you only pains his manhood. He still recollects your teasings too. The day he saw you bathing in the lake… Oh please, the smirk you gave him when he saw you. And yet you played coy, didn’t you?

Aegon wants more than this constant sexual play: that’s been happening with the two of you. So here he is, to get your full attention he steals your book away of your hands.

“Aegon!”, you protest, blushing at his intrusive.

“Come on, let me see what you’ve been reading…”

You panic, because what you read is…

“Oh!”, Aegon raises his eyebrows, eyes glinting with mischief. “Looks like someone here is reading a forbidden nov about two lovers doing… unholy things.”

Indeed his eyes capture the description of the act. How the knight makes sure to ease the lady’s needs. As he reads it, Aegon not only goes red, but he’s also painfully more aroused than before.

You read his expressions and you share his sentiments. You come to realize that there’s no more time to play this game. And yet… what do you know about it?

“Well…”, He puts the book on the table before going towards you, pressing you against the wall. As he touches your face, he sees how tense your body is now. “If this is what you wanted me to do, you should have asked me…”

“Aegon, a lady does not request.”

“Nay”, he agrees mischievously, smiling at you in a way that every pride you have left is knocked down. “She commands.”

And so he kisses you at long last. His lips press against yours in a fervent kiss, despaired after long years repressed under false rivalries. It burns and it aches, but thankfully here his experience is an advantage for you.

As he lips go to your neck, you permit his hands to slide from your neck to your breasts before lifting your skirts.

“Please, Aegon”, you beg him, even though you know you shouldn’t. Your conscience admonishes against the sin of whoring, but when his tongue does wonderfulness to your neck and chest, where has it gone?

“To my lady, fuck. I shall be the most devoted master.”

Finally his fingers find way to your womanhood. And when feeling the warmth in it, Aegon groans so low that you feel so more aroused. You burn and you shake as he moves with his two fingers, deep and slow, soaked as a result.

“Oh Gods be good! I’m damned.” You moan, pulling him hair and making him look at you.

Eyes locked for one moment and Aegon cannot look away of the sight of you, begging for him. No more the prideful and shrew lady. No. A very humbled damsel.

“No. I’ll take you to the paradise, my lady.”

Right as your legs shake and you are about to come undone, he goes to his knees. And before you know, his tongue replaces his skillful fingers and sucks every juice that comes to his mouth. His poor shaved beard tickles and you find yourself struggling to keep yourself composed.

Reason has little need to hold the reins of your rioting heart. Your hips move almost unconsciously against his face as he dives his tongue around your clit, swirling around it and sucking it, sucking it, over and over until…

“AEGON!”

You shouldn’t cry out like that, so unlady like, but your legs shake and you feel so good when feeling this very long tension being turned into butterflies in your low belly.

And devoted as he is, he takes every bit of your juice, stroking your legs kindly, and not quaking away of your sensual moves, for now you feel so confident about almost twerking into his mouth.

“Gods, I love the way you are right… right there”, you moan sensually, ignoring that all the whilst you do so, he’s pulled his length out of his pants and started stroking himself.

And it’s when somewhere you are coming again that your eyes meet. Now bonded by lust, you and him share a secretive smile.

“Rise, my love. Let me reward you.”

It is so unnatural flattering to be looked at the way you look at him. And here you lean and start stroking his manhood as you kiss him, ignoring every rule of decency.

It would all go to worst, indeed, had a noise not been heard.

So abruptly and mostly unfortunately, you and him are forced to part and quickly fix yourselves. But one last look leaves an unanswered question in the air:

For how long will this continue?

[embodimentofscarletdipshit]

東方 逆役夢- reverse role in paradise.

Mother Remilia Azure and Sister Flandre Azure- Sisters of the Azure Paradise Convent.

Two angel sisters that live in a large mansion convent, a sprawling estate somewhere across from the Hazy Lava Lake.

The eldest is the Mother of the convent, an angel that takes her duties very seriously, and always arranges charitable events, giving back to the community at large. She claims she has the ability to put free will back into the hands of those with seemingly fated ends or situations. She's surprisingly humble, though. Her presence truly is a blessing. The mansion estate is welcome to visitors, though without much to really do besides borrow from the Azure community library.

The younger, however, hides away in the basement of her own free will, but her sister encourages her to stay there because her presence is destructive. She is capable of burning away evil and sin and leaving those in her proximity drained or even physically harmed afterwards- in this respect, she is considered a heavenly weapon of mass destruction. Non-godly humans who have come into her presence have left with major personality changes which may lead to depression, and sometimes major physical burns. Though people are welcome in the convent, they don't generally like to seek her out to cleanse their sins. Her true ability, however, is to repair anything, though it kind of takes a backseat to her passive ability. She claims she can sense the "eye" of an object in her hands- and when she brings her fingers towards it and squeezes her fist, her fingers symbolically become the lost pieces that go back to the core. Her ability would be very useful if she didn't immediately burn those who meet her.

[sweeter-than-teafood]

My MC!

Character design via this picrew

Name: Phoebe Clarke

Age: 27

DOB: 24/10/1997

Heritage: Solomon’s Lineage came from her mother’s side. Her mother was a proficient healer, who used her powers on her weakest patients, to give them a chance at recovery.

Nationality: British, but lived in South Korea for the first 10 years of her life

Childhood; Phoebe was a rather shy individual growing up, often hiding behind Minhyeok during social interactions. They were very close friends, but had to part ways when her parents moved to England for their careers. With hardly any close friends, she threw herself into her studies, often becoming the victim of various bullies.

Adulthood; Her hard work in school paid off, and she got accepted into university to study medicine, just like her mother. She bumped into Minhyeok, who decided to study abroad in England. They continued their friendship, as if they never parted in the first place. They got a cheap apartment together, to save on the costs of uni life.

The incident; During one of their study sessions in the library, Phoebe recieved a phone call from her parent’s neighbours. They had been brutally murdered in their home, though nothing had been stolen. This news caused Phoebe to become detached from her studies. She dropped out in her fourth year, staying in the shared apartment while Minhyeok balanced his studies and caring for her.

Solomon’s Awakening; In the months leading up to her journey in the war between heaven and hell, her eyes began turning purple. Her hair also began to change, although slowly; strand by strand. She would dye her hair regularly to cover up the purple hairs. She tried to cover her purple eyes with contacts, but found them too uncomfortable. She began to give off an aura that attracted people to her, and this caused her to put up a rude facade to deter anyone from staying too long.

The Fall: In order to keep Minhyeok from worrying about her, Phoebe took up a part time job working in Data Entry. It was dull, and left her with a need for something more fulfilling. This lead to her discovering porn, and soon she had some form of escapism from her otherwise boring lifestyle. That is, until Gabriel showed up one day, and thus began Phoebe’s delightful time in Hell.

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Favourite Nation in Hell; She loves Gehenna, it reminds her so much of England, with its pubs and quiet natural landscapes. She doesn’t mind all the boisterous citizens, they make her think of the excitable football fans back home; all united in their love for something that means everything to them.

Sin that she commits the most: Gluttony. Over indulgence is her main distraction from life’s woes, whether it be porn, sex, food, alcohol, it’s all good in her books.

Things she does in her spare time: Due to her knowledge in medicine, though not fully qualified, she offered to assist in Paradise Lost whenever she can. She hasn’t got the hang of using any healing magic that she may have inherited from Solomon, so she helps with the basics, like triage and wound care.

Idiosyncrasies; Cardiophilia, Being tied up, Praise.

Devils that she gets on with the most;

Gehenna; All of the nobles, they’re family to her.

Tartaros; Valefor, Eligios

Abyssos: Another nation of homies, if any of the nobles are free and she’s in the area, it’s official; they’re partying hard.

Hades: Foras, Barbatos, Glasyalabolas

Paradise Lost: All of them, they’re her work colleagues, so she looks up to them.

Niflheim: Andrealphus, Beleth, Gusion.

Abaddon: Ronové

She gets on pretty well with the Kings too, aside from Leviathan, who she still is incredibly wary of after the kidnapping and threats of death. She’s trying to forgive him, though it may take a lengthy time.

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Some alternative outfits, based on countries in Hell;

Gehenna;

Tartaros;

Hades;

Abyssos;

Paradise Lost;

[yukaro353]

When the vocation knocks on the door, nothing can stop it.

Pema had abandoned her life in the countryside surrounded by her family when the Virgin called her in a dream. Her mother had tried to convince her not to take “such extreme” measures; she could still be a good parishioner without putting on the habit, after all, forging a family was another sign of love for God and his dogmas, but none of that made Pema falter.

She packed her bags and left.

Her education had been in a small convent where the doors were kept closed and the prayers bounced off the walls. For a country girl who grew up surrounded by mountains and wide pastures, it was hard; the beds were hard, the food tasteless, the work was hard… But whenever she closed her eyes she could hear a velvety and firm voice encouraging her, giving her strength back.

Pema tried to excel in whatever she was allowed to do; however, writing was the best of all her learnings. When the Mother Superior improved her perception of her, she authorized her for intellectual work. She developed it faster than the others, her translations were much better than average, and the interpretations of the writings that came into her hands made even the parish priest, a man of few words, pat her on the back and recommend her to a more “suitable” place.

In less than two years Pema felt that she had hit the nail on the head, those mornings where she woke up thinking that her mother had been right were part of the past, now she simply contemplated the long journey she would go through, going in a carriage accompanied by several suitcases containing all kinds of books, scrolls, incense and other materials that her priest had wanted to send with her. Pema killed time with her prayers and scribbling all kinds of cheesy phrases in an improvised notebook, her former Mother Superior had come to punish her for her “indecent poetry”, Pema had not found a way to explain to her that the virgin who appeared in her dreams was the only recipient of her affection.

Perhaps the way she said it was the problem.

That trip gave her time to think, to fill her lungs with clean air and take her worries off her shoulders, after all her love was not bad, if it had led her down that path of faith and sacrifice it could not be. The convent that Pema arrived at was curious, it looked more like a library than a religious center, there were books and figures everywhere, beautiful marble figures that evoked the saints in the most magnificent forms, huge windows through which the light filtered in making a gorge of lights, wide hallways with huge columns, polished walls where angels and stone parishioners held the roof over their heads.

If paradise existed it must have looked like that place.

However, among all that extravagance of art there was something that made Pema's heart feel heavy and dirty, it was a priest who frequented the place, made constant pilgrimages and gave talks about his interpretations of the Bible, Pema found him to be such an eloquent subject, his sweet words and kind gestures made her heart melt like butter in a frying pan. But admiration wasn't bad! Right? Pema told herself that anyone had the right to feel that way, it wasn't a sin to appreciate someone's company.

But the virgin of her dreams began to fall silent.

Pema closed her eyes at night and could no longer see her, that beautiful virgin who remained covered by a green habit bordered with silver stars, with the scent of jasmine and incense, blood and liquor, with a sharp smile and an angular face, with fluffy dark curls from which silver hair could sometimes be seen... A woman so beautiful could only be the mother of God, right? She was the proof that Pema was right... So, now that she had been supplanted in her dreams by the vague memories of that priest, the pain began to take root.

In her prayers Pema silently implored her virgin to forgive her, to return to her dreams to recite sweet words, she could not concentrate on her translation tasks or anything, even the simplest of responsibilities was too much for her, her hands trembled and her skin remained cold, her dark circles grew and her image became neglected. Had it been a mistake to accept that promotion? Perhaps her purpose in life was to dedicate herself to God in the darkness of a room… Although it had not been God who had taken her there.

It was not to him that Pema wanted to dedicate her life.

When she had to do the rite to be the Lord's Wife she felt somewhat blasphemous, the figure she wanted to embrace and belong to was her virgin… But a woman cannot be the wife of another.

That was beyond blasphemous.

The other members of the convent began to notice Pema's decline and, against her wishes, it was Tenzin who offered to speak to her. He didn't take her to an office to make her feel guilty, he kindly asked her to accompany him to pick flowers in the surroundings, soon they would celebrate the day of the Virgin, so all the figures made in her honor would be decorated and what could be more beautiful than filling her with flowers? Tenzin rambled about places where they praised the acts of Mary while Pema carefully cut the most beautiful specimens, in her head she repeated that perhaps her virgin would forgive her if she praised her properly.

Her self-absorption was so unnatural with her way of being that Tenzin stopped his speech, he had to be more introspective if he wanted to genuinely help her.

– Why did you take this path?

– Roses are elegant… A queen should have many of them.

– No… No, this path, the one of your vocation.

Pema felt her cheeks warm when she saw the laugh that Tenzin tried to hide, her head was not hitting the right nails.

– Well… I always wanted something more than just being a peasant… It’s not a dishonorable job but I wanted… Something more, the… T-the virgin showed me this way and I haven’t regretted obeying her.

– It’s noble, aspiration is sometimes confused with greed in women, being able to take your desires and use them as fuel to bring your life closer to God is something you should be proud of.

– Thank you… May I… ask why you took this path?

Pema didn’t want the conversation to focus on her, she felt that her bond with her virgin was too intimate to be revealed to the cause of her migraines. Tenzin seemed to think about his answer, finally leaning down when some daffodils peeked out from the grass, he picked them carefully extending the silence that was beginning to bother Pema. Had it been an inappropriate question?

– My family is a family of warriors, my mother comes from a military lineage… More than respectable, both she and my sister could ride a horse wielding a weapon and wipe out an entire army.

– Wouldn’t that be… Improper? Going against the laws of nature.

– A woman who defends her home is not unnatural – Tenzin sentenced – My teachings are not exactly the favorites of my superiors, violence is not foreign to me, however my father was a man with another kind of faith, he came from some far away place where eating meat was an affront… His way of seeing the world was so broad and fresh that my mother did not hesitate to form a home with him, even against the wishes of others.

– And was it from him that I inherited this vocation?

– No… I'm just rambling, I was ready to leave for his country and look for that faith he spoke of, I was never given the same as my brothers so I assumed that my path would be another, but when I set foot outside this country she came to my dreams and made me see reason.

– Her?

– My protector – Tenzin took some flowers that grew among the weeds to accompany the daffodils, for a moment Pema felt that she saw love in his eyes, the kind that inspires poetry and makes the bells ring on a Sunday in church, the kind that drives men away from their habits and brings them closer to the altar.

For a second she felt terrified and identified, as if they were both accomplices in the same crime.

– Did you also congregate for the Virgin?

– She is not… She is not Our Mother Mary, she is another kind of… Woman, she chose me to serve her and I can only do so in this place, with these clothes, if I try to move away my body becomes sick and my mind is tormented… I belong to her.

Pema stood, not knowing how to process that. Was she some saint? Some archangel to whom she had given a woman's face? She did not want to assume anything bad, but those words were more incriminating than she would like. – If she brought him to a good place and made him a good man then she is a good woman.

– … That is one way of looking at it, of course – Tenzin approached and put the flowers he had collected in Pema's basket and looked at her, as if he were looking at a lamb before dinner, any good country woman would recognize that look – Can you go back alone? I cannot accompany you back, forgive me.

– Don't worry, I know the way well.

Pema's steps hurried up the mountain again to return to the convent, the sun was setting while her heart hammered between her ribs. What had that statement meant? Was Tenzin in love with some inappropriate woman and that was his way of saying it? Pema had heard about priests who completely lost their way because of the eyes of some damsel who returned them to the mundane life of passions and earthly commitments… But if that woman had dragged him there then she couldn't be just any maiden. Another nun? It would make more sense with the puzzle that Pema was beginning to put together in her head, she drew in her imagination a woman bringing her hands closer to Tenzin, wrapping him in her orders, cutting off his own dreams to keep him locked in that place under her designs.

Jealousy bubbled like hot water in her stomach.

Pema evaded her companions and took one of the candles to go down to the altar of the virgin, she had to uproot the dirty feeling that was growing around that man, she would lock herself in her room, she would whip herself if necessary, but she would not allow him to continue contaminating her faith.

Arriving at the altar she could see the Immaculate dressed in her best clothes, with pearls hanging between her hands, with richly embroidered habits covering her head, with a huge and majestic headdress cast in gold that crowned her as the greatest among the queens, at her feet there were already many flowers, most of them of an immaculate white. Pema left the candle somewhere far away to start preparing her flowers, her nose was red and her feet were sore, a couple of sobs were present as she removed the thorns, if only she could tear out her heart… She would put it on a tray for her virgin and maybe that would please her.

– I would.

Pema looked up and searched around her, the light that the candle gave off covered almost nothing of the altar, everything was lost in the golden flashes that came from the Immaculate Conception, there could easily be someone murmuring things there… But it wasn't like that, Pema had a keen sense, and something quickly caught her attention from the Immaculate Conception, she left the flowers aside and raised the candle towards the statue, under all the lace and the recently retouched makeup she could see sharp green eyes that looked back at her, that angular face was not the face of the Immaculate Conception that she saw every Sunday, that double scar on her cheek was not that of the Mother of God.

It was the voice of her virgin, the face of her virgin.

The figure leaned towards Pema knocking down several of the flowers that surrounded her, her hands separated and blew out the candle plunging everything into the deepest darkness, outside the chapel Tenzin contemplated the moon while guarding the door, sometimes he wondered if that God that filled the paintings was the real one or perhaps it was all an amalgam of spirits with which the balance had to be maintained as his father proclaimed so much in life... He was a man of faith, it would not cost him to believe in any of that.

But his Lin, whatever she was, would not allow him to worship anything else.

At least now, if everything went well, he would no longer have to worship her in solitude.

(I'm half asleep, I hope the translation turned out decent)

[echo-goes-mmm]

Could you explain more about the gods and religion in your Ambrose & Elliot universe? :0 it seems interesting!

Oh buckle up anon cause you asked for LORE and I have SO MUCH

General Beliefs 

There are six gods, and in order of most to least popular they go:

Emry, Mael and Maer, Cato, Kiah, Janus

The gods are usually seen as positive figures (except Janus and Kiah, who most people distrust and don't like at minimum), but not necessarily moral ones. There's no 'sinning' really, but if you cause harm or destroy 'sacred' things, people will judge you.

Atheism doesn't exist in this world, because the gods are just... around. It's not uncommon to see Cato in a large library, browsing books. Sometimes Maer is in the audience of a musical. And so on.

The concept of an afterlife is distinct from the gods, although it's generally understood that gods can visit the dead if they wish. Most people believe that souls do exist, and that there is a personal paradise for each soul after they die. 

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Temples 

'Temple' is a very broad term in this universe. Most temples' primary function isn't worship at all. The vast majority of temples are community supports. All of them do some form of charity, especially in rural areas.

Temples have two universal rules: they are open to all, and you cannot cause conflict inside one.

Temples are open to the public from sunup to sundown, with few exceptions (Cato temples are open 24/7). They’re free to enter, and you can stay overnight in many of them, also for no charge. Priests also make and offer free meals to the hungry, no questions asked.

Generally, these services are only used if you need them, but there isn’t any gatekeeping to determine if you do.

Every god has their own distinctive style of temple. For example, a temple to Cato is very different to a Kiah temple.

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Priests

Priests dedicate their lives or most of their time to serving the ideals of their chosen god. Many live at their local temples. Their jobs usually focus on community service.

All priests must be educated about their specific god, and some even know them personally. It also helps if you know how your god feels about the other gods.

Becoming a priest varies from god-to-god. Cato’s priesthood is often tied to your job or level of education. Anyone with a degree can be a priest to Cato, and librarians often are.

A priest of Emry needs no qualifications, but if you are in a temple that doubles as an orphanage, you must be vetted.

Mael and Maer also have no barrier to entry, but keep in mind that artists often come to temples for advice on their pieces.

Kiah has no barrier.

Janus, by his nature, doesn’t question the origins of his priests. However, he does judge you by your works and actions as a priest. He keeps the closest eye on them, and desires them to be compassionate. They also take vows not to reveal personal information about anyone who visits the temple, as many of their residents or guests don’t want to be found.

Note: In the Kitty Elliot AU, Catfolk are considered holy and often live at temples, cared for by priests. Janus’s temples are a favorite among them.

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Meet the Gods

Emry

Emry is the god of harvests, and a patron of orphans. He's most often worshiped by farmers and ranchers, and most people hold him in high regard. He's depicted as kind and generous, and he loves all creatures.

Sometimes he's connected to death, but specifically a painless, merciful end. After all, a god of harvests must slaughter the cows at some point.

Emry's temples are typically the smallest of the gods. They're usually larger houses that double as orphanages, and they focus on comfort over worship. A typical Emry temple has one offering box on the outside for donations and a modest wooden altar on the inside for small offerings.

A usual offering might be some strands of wheat, or maybe an apple, or perhaps some wool. Offerings typically come after harvests as a thank you.

Most farmers' homes have a shrine to Emry.

Mael

Mael is the god of visual art. He's the twin to Maer, and occasionally temples are dedicated to the both of them.

Mael's worshipers are far and wide, and most artists and creatives pray to him and his brother for inspiration or to bless their talents.

Mael's temples are usually grand and beautiful. Murals line the walls, and some temples paint over and make new ones every year. Beauty is more important than practicality in these temples. The most gorgeous ones are often tourist spots.

A typical offering includes a child's drawing, or maybe a tube of paint, or a poem. Offerings usually are a bid for attention, or asking for blessings on a future project.

All art schools are dedicated to Mael and Maer, and shrines to them are very common in artists' homes.

Maer

Maer is the god of performance art. Theater, music, and statues all fall into his domain (although Mael disagrees about statues).

Maer is also said to be the god of love and lust, and some think of him as Mael's "dirtier" counterpart.

In reality, Mael and Maer collaborate more than they squabble. Neither god can really separate their domains out as cleanly as the other gods can.

Note: in the kitty Elliot AU, Catfolk are one of these collaborative pieces between the two.

Maer's temples are usually also working theaters and auditoriums. Attending or working a performance is the same as worshiping him, and he's less concerned about image than his brother.

Because of his connection to theater, he's also a god of good luck.

A typical offering isn't physical. Dedicate anything to him, and he'll remember. Although, he does cherish children's clay figures.

Cato

Cato is the god of knowledge and discovery, and is a patron of scholars and scientists.

He doesn't care much for worship, and is more curious about what his scholars are working on. He's the most commonly seen god, wandering the earth with no thought to disguising himself.

Cato's temples are libraries first, and places of worship second. Open at all hours, they're a blessing to people who just need an answer at two am.

Students hold Cato in high regards, and often you can hear a flustered student muttering prayers on their way to a calculus exam.

Kiah

Kiah is one of the two... unpopular gods. His domain includes fear and new beginnings.

However, it’s important to know that Kiah is not the god of inflicting fear, and is a highly anxious person himself. More accurately, he’s the god of being afraid. Still, that doesn’t net him much positive attention.

Kiah is fairly shy, and is slow to act. However, righteous anger is a common theme in stories about Kiah. His most positive depictions are about bravery, i.e overcoming fear.

He is good friends with the other gods, but he often clashes with Janus. They have different worldviews, and their natures cause friction between them. But in rare collaborations, Janus and Kiah create war and justice.

Kiah temples are few and far between, and are quiet spaces with comfortable furniture and darker colors. If you suffer anxiety or migraines, a Kiah temple is a nice place to be. 

Janus

Janus is the god of lies and secrets. Understandably, this makes most people wary of him and his priests.

But just like Kiah, there is more to Janus than is generally understood. To be more accurate, Janus is a protector god who chooses deception as the method. 

Janus is a patron of the abused, specifically runaways. His temples take privacy very seriously, and you will be tossed out for disturbing residents.

His temples are also large and grand, and usually appear only in big cities. 

Note: If a Janus temple is unavailable to a runaway, the next best is Kiah or Emry, although any temple will help.

Janus appreciates the finer things in life, and his temples often reflect that. High ceilings, lots of light and tall windows, nooks and crannies for privacy, rooms hidden behind tapestries, beautiful courtyards. All of these you might find at a Janus temple, but he loves and appreciates simple shrines just as much as his spectacular temples.

Politicians are the biggest donors to Janus, for less than savory reasons. The rumor goes that the more money you donate to Janus, the more he will bless you with his ability to flawlessly deceive and your career will flourish.

Janus himself started this rumor, and it never ceases to amuse him that the donated wealth of corruption not only built his temples, but feeds his priests and cares for those who need it.

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The Gods Themselves

The gods are immortal and ageless, though not unchanging. They’ve all cycled through appearances, genders, etc. many times. Sometimes they even pick up and put down minor aspects of their domain.

When not roaming the world, they spend their time in a small dimension they call “the realm”. Mortals can only enter when a god lets them in personally.

As far as they’re aware, Cato and Janus are the oldest of them, followed by Emry, Kiah, and Mael and Maer.

Mael and Maer consider themselves twins, but it’s all pretty unclear.

The gods’ relationships with each other are… complicated. While they’d agree they’re all friends, the intricate parts are hard to define.

Yes, they’ve all had sex with each other at some point. They’ve even paired off into relationships before. Basically any pairing was true at some point, and they’re all very casual about it.

When you live with and deal with the same five other people for all of time, past and present, static relationships aren’t going to exist.

Currently, Janus is in a monogamous relationship with Ambrose, and the others respect that.

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

THE DIRTY SECRET BETWEEN L.A. AND ITS WATER SUPPLY -- THE HEART OF THE MATTER IN "CHINATOWN."

PIC INFO: Resolution at 1330x1663 -- Spotlight on a "Chinatown" (1974) themed piece from the Atlantic article, "The Lies Los Angeles was Built Upon" -- "Chinatown" is about the secret history of how Los Angeles became a paradise — but it offers a warning for the city’s future," written by Chris Stanton, published July 25, 2024. Artwork by Clay Rodery.

"When Robert Towne sat down to write the screenplay for "Chinatown," he quickly found himself lost in a maze of his own making. He had set out to write a detective story in the tradition of Raymond Chandler, one that would pay tribute to the Los Angeles of his childhood -- a time before industrial smog choked the city, and before the Manson murders persuaded his friends to buy handguns and guard dogs. He wanted it to star his friend Jack Nicholson, whom he had first met in an acting class in the 1950s. And he planned to borrow liberally from a book on Southern California history that his then-girlfriend, Julie Payne, had found for him at the library.

If the movie was to be about Los Angeles itself, Towne wanted to intertwine the characters’ personal drama with some sordid local scandal — and where better to look for inspiration than the actual history of how the city had stolen water from a valley 250 miles away, ravaging the valley in the process? Towne had found an original sin on which to build his story, but the audacity of the crime and the sheer depth of conspiracy required to pull it off seemed impossible to fit into a screenplay. His first draft was about 340 pages."

-- THE ATLANTIC, "The Lies Los Angeles was Built Upon," by Chris Stanton, published June 25, 2024

Source: www.theatlantic.com/culture/archive/2024/06/chinatown-50th-anniversary-water-california/678780.

[rimeiii]

Matching WHB kings, nobles, angels, and humans to songs in my playlist

All of them are like. Video game music, unfortunately. And mostly based on vibes. So...

(More below the cut because it's a lot)

(And it would mean the world to me if you checked out these songs because they're all bangers tbf-)

Gehenna

Satan: Operation Basepoint by Life Awaits, from the Arknights OST (Contingency Contract #12, menu theme)

Sitri: Tea Break by the Atlus Sound Team, from the Persona Q Shadows of the Labyrinth OST (cutscene theme)

Leraye: The "Bad Guy" is Here! by Adam Gubman, from the Arknights OST (Ceobe's Fungimist, Dreadful Foe theme)

Zagan: Operation Spectrum Battle Theme by Cybermiso, DOT96, and Tigerlily, from the Arknights OST (Contingency Contract #5 permanent map theme)

Paimon: Light the Fire Up in the Night 'MAYONAKA' by Lotus Juice and Shihoko Hirata, from the Persona Q Shadows of the Labyrinth OST (Persona 4 side regular battle theme)

Belial: Heaven by Shihoko Hirata, from the Persona 4 OST (Heaven dungeon theme)

Astaroth: Rhythm in Literature by Adam Gubman, from the Arknights OST (Integrated Strategies 2: Phantom and the Crimson Solitaire, The Playwright's boss theme)

Tartaros

Mammon: Operation Blade by Obadiah Brown-Beach and Xueran Chen, from the Arknights OST (Contingency Contract #2, menu theme)

Bimet: Princess Amagi by the Atlus Sound Team, from the Persona 4 Arena OST (Yukiko Amagi's theme)

Eligos: Active Angel by Daisuke Ishiwatari, from the BlazBlue OST (Platinum the Trinity's theme)

Valefor: Wecgas fore tham Cynge, Searu fore tham Ethle by LJGH, from the Arknights OST (Episode 11, Steam Knight's boss theme)

Hades

Leviathan: Абсолю́тный нуль температу́ры by Bao.Uner, from the Arknights OST (Episode 6, FrostNova's boss theme in H6-4)

Foras: Keter Battle 1-3 by Project Moon, from the Library of Ruina OST (Keter floor battle themes)

Glasyalabolas: Unseen Entities by Raito, from the Under Night In Birth OST (Merkava's theme)

Barbatos: Ready? by D.D.D., from the Arknights OST (one of the menu themes of Heart of Surging Flame)

Avisos

Beelzebub: The Mushroom...Moves? by Adam Gubman, from the Arknights OST (Ceobe's Fungimist, menu and regular navigation theme)

Bael: Bullet Dance by Daisuke Ishiwatari, from the BlazBlue OST (Noel Vermillion's theme)

Stolas: Operation Pyrite by Jason Walsh and Alan Day, from the Arknights OST (Contingency Contract #1 menu theme)

Amon: Splash by PMP Music, from the Arknights OST (one of Ideal City's battle themes)

Naberius: Signore dei Lupi/wlfmstr by Adam Gubman and Shawn W. Smith, from the Arknights OST (IL Siracusano, Zaaro's boss theme)

Paradise Lost

Lucifer: Mortal Eye by Adam Gubman, BONZIE, and Christine Hals, from the Arknights OST (Typhon's character song)

Marbas: Conciliation by Kikuo, from the BlazBlue OST (Es's theme)

Morax: The Cure by Obadiah Brown-Beach and Denney, from the Arknights OST (Silence the Paradigmatic's character song)

Buer: Canto IV Boss Theme 1 by Studio EIM, from the Limbus Company OST (Effloresced E.G.O. Dongbaek boss theme)

Abaddon

Phenix: Lust SIN by Daisuke Ishiwatari, from the BlazBlue OST (Jin Kisaragi's theme)

Dantalian: Tumult - Raise Thy Sword in Pride by Yuzo Koshiro, from the Etrian Odyssey III The Drowned City OST (labyrinth boss theme)

Ronove: Torture + A Gifted Tormentor by Hironao Nagayama, from the Dragalia Lost OST (Legend Agito boss theme)

Niflheim

Andrealphus: Gazing from Great Heights by Obadiah Brown-Beach, from the Arknights OST (Children of Ursus menu theme)

Gusion: Aleph-0 by LeaF (featured in Phigros and Chunithm)

Bathin: Ad astra by Steven Grove, from the Arknights OST (Lone Trail menu theme)

Angels

Gabriel: Fear of God by Shoji Meguro, from the Shin Megami Tensei Strange Journey OST (regular encounter theme)

Michael: Judgment Day by Hironao Nagayama, from the Dragalia Lost OST (Rise of the Sinister Dominion boss theme)

Raphael: The Fifth Primarch by Tsutomu Narita, from the Granblue Fantasy OST (What Makes the Sky Blue, Sandalphon's boss theme)

Humans

Minhyeok: Morning Dew by Adam Gubman and Nini Guerry, from the Arknights OST (Muelsyse character theme)

Solomon: case i by Lucrezia, from the Dragalia Lost OST (Chapter 14 insert song)

MC: Battleplan Pyrolysis by Monster Siren Records, from the Arknights OST (Contingency Contract #1 Battleplan Pyrolysis menu theme, event literally came out today kekw)

[the-puniisher]

grgrgehrgrg okay so like

college au shit... like. majors and roomies and shenanigans...

❝COLLEGE AU❞

I am CRAZY for college AU's.. LETS GOOO!!! After writing this all up I might make some drabbles based off of it...

❝VASH❞

Majors in Conservation/Research, studies Anthropology, the history of humans and their development.

Top of his class, the nice kid that's always offering tutoring to his classmates.

Dating Nick, always talking him up at any point in time. When people see Nick for the first time they're like "wtf.. this is your guy??" looking up and down a greaseball of a man. Vash is like omg.. yes.. isn't he wonderful.. as he permeates cigarette smoke.

THE definition of broke college student. He has $5 to his name after nessesities.

Absolute soft spot for anything living, has taken in a few strays into his dorm room. Nick is absolutely against taking in animals because Vash doesn't even have enough money to feed himself, and animals can be given to shelters. Nick always lectures him but doesn't have the heart to take the cats away from him... and he started to like them, too.

Obligatory plants around the room, loves to take care of things.

Absolute party pooper, prefers to study in the library alone than go to parties.

Hides behind bookshelves in the library to avoid Knives, how the hell is he supposed to study when his brother won't shut the fuck up about how proud he is of him for studying, anyways?

❝WOLFWOOD❞

Majors in Philosophy/Religious Studies.

Loves Philosophy/Religious Studies OUTSIDE of school, but the second he has to read the bible for class he wants to commit several sins.

Absolutely sick of studying, always hosting room parties.

Undefeated keg stand pro.

SHOTS, SHOTS, SHOTS. Drinks the hardest ass liquor.

Dorm room is a fucking man cave. Curtains always drawn, lights always off. Dude hisses when you open his door. Clothes all over the floor, bed unmade.

Last to his classes, bedhead and pajamas. Who the hell gives a damn about keeping up appearances, anyways?

Walks with Livio to shared classes, always late and always together. They scheme shit like "Okay you walk in first and I'll walk in a few minutes later so it's not noticable." (Everyone always knew, they're inseparable.)

Shares a room with Livio.

❝MERYL❞

Majors in Journalism.

Absolute teachers pet. Knows all of the hard shit that she realistically won't use in her future career.

Girlfriends with Milly... She is the book smart to Milly's street smart. The brains to her brawn, if you will.

Always hounding everyone to study, but is the first to get wasted at parties.

Known for being a vommitter at parties.

Minimalistic and very clean dorm room. Whenever the gang hangs out or has sleepovers, it's usually there because it's the cleanest and has the most room.

She's always taking polaroid pictures of the group, hanging them up on her walls.

❝MILLY❞

Majors in Mechanics.

Criticized for being in "a man's field" but can do more than the men in her classes can.

Girlfriends with Meryl.

If anyone in the friend group needs to figure out how to do an oil change or jumpstart a car, she's your gal.

The sober friend, takes care of Meryl at parties.

Dorm room is a stuffie paradise, she has tens of plushes that each have names and backstories. She can tell you the year she got them and why. Silly names like shmoopkins..

❝KNIVES❞

Majors in Psychology with Botany on the side.

"Ugh.. I don't do parties." Goes to the library to study because he's above everyone, spots Vash and gives him a proud lecture about how he's being responsible and studying.. And not wasting his time with those losers..

The mom friend. Not in the sense that he cares, but is the one who sits back while everyone goofs off like "What the fuck are you doing."

Very punctual with top marks. Always early to class, fully prepared, reads in his free time. Probably never uses his phone.

Poor eyesight, takes the fucking grandpa glasses out to read or use his phone. "Hey Nai, look at this!" He slowly pulls his glasses out and squints at your phone.

Phone kept in one of those wallet phone cases for convenience.

Dorm room adorned with plants everywhere.

Also prefers to stay sober. Absolutely hates that he and Vash are the same because he can't excuse his brothers behavior with "He's drunk, he's not thinking right."

His room smells and looks like bleach... But he also uses citrus scents. He is a complete germaphobe and refuses to let ANYONE enter his room because they would tarnish it.

Has a roomba named "Vacuum" to keep his company because at least he knows it cleans and doesn't get everything dirty. Paces and rants to it like it's sentient, but gets sad when he remembers it can't speak to him and soon enough he needs to talk to real people.

Absolutely hates the friend group but has no one else, dropping them all would leave him with no one.

❝LIVIO❞

Majors in Childcare/Social Services.

Has been at Nick's hip his entire life, wanting to follow in his footsteps. Nick has to very sternly remind him to "be his own man" and "walk his own path" hence why he isn't also majoring in Philosophy.

At parties Livio tries to drink the same alcohol as Nick, but one shot makes him pass out.

Also a lover of stuffies, he and Milly often make them have playdates.

Lowest marks of the friend group, but way too stubborn to ask for help.

Best cook of the group, loves to cook and take care of everyone.

People often confide in him because of his gentle nature, he has a big soft spot for people.

Shares a dorm room with Nick, they cuddled to fall asleep growing up together, so they can't sleep away from each other.

Room reeks of cigarettes and axe.

[xxdoubledaisyxx]

There are many differences between you and me, but the one that concerns you the most is this: I will force your hand if you are not ready when death arrives. That also means I will push you into the street whether you expected it or not, and that I will pull my weight when the prince runs out of gas because he spent all his money at the strip club on us last night.

Pay special attention to that detail if you are concerned about the killing of war as a necessary good. The fact that it is easy to forget is what caused such international turmoil and conflict in ages past.

The gates to the kingdom of heaven with endless harvests of glory nectar, boasting to be the paradise of honey yum yum as well as the source-- those gates are the gates to the Public Library.

That's all you need to know if you are going to visit the gods and heroes or call upon them to have a visit because of your excessive boasting. That is where Heaven is. When you are judged at the end, it is past the idols of death within the spines and cages of the setting's scene, and present in the breathing darkness behind us all and unnervingly doing so with a mind to itself.

Until then princess, I will not force your hand to do anything.

...

The special attention serves here: What was forgotten is what should be most obvious to everyone, and it is best to have faith in the Divine Truth because there is nothing faith can do to change the way the world is.

You will not need faith in me when I force your hand, nor do you need faith in the reason why I will. In fact, you most certainly will not have any faith in me at all if I forced your hand.

You can only rely on faith when you don't rely on faith.

So how can you call me an ally when you don't know me?

I am Darkness incarnate, but I am Good, and if you don't know that about me, then you do not know what Good is to be able to judge me.

So why do you not recognize me?

Do you think that I should be lenient on Evil, when it is in the place of my servant?

If you think so, then who are you to me and who are they to you? Tell me your Story and come to existence in the light of reason. I'd hate to have to kill you for being so discreet, but do not offend me by behaving as though I won't because that is Evil's favorite trick, and I do not take your jokes lightly.

Do not pretend like you know me, and if you think you do, come up close and get a good look in my eyes just to find out for sure. You don't know how easily you can die if you mistake me for a fool at the wrong time. You do not have a right to deny a man his peace in civilization. You have a right to interrupt a man's peace, but you do not have a right to take away his with your purposeful disruption.

This is why bullying and gossip are tainted by evil. If you cannot respect that about a man, he has a right to kill you for the sake of civilization to remove you as a threat to general trust between neighbors. It is all for one and one for all even when it isn't.

A man like me is not like a "neighbor" on your block. I come from outside, and I come alone. You cannot trust a married man to force his wife's hand when the moment comes. He will want to save himself by saving her and the moment will have passed into existence.

When a man like me from the outside comes to make a stand and faces judgment of the gods to do so, know for a fact that person will answer your dismissal with a rebuke of power you do not want demonstrated in a rebuke, least of all upon yourself.

Take note of what makes a man good when a person does this with his life in public.

Train yourself to do so no matter who you are. This will save your life and prevent occasions of sin. You will suffer betrayal, and it will hurt worse than any other, but you will not regret what you did. If it is still not enough, then you have accepted the way of perdition yourself, and suffering and pain you experience will only get worse.

It is a terrible idea to live a life like mine unless you see what makes me good. You will not know where I went to provide the solution I did, because there is no going back to a life stained with sin. Don't get left behind when you leave yours.

It as distilled into a single drop at the tip of your finger. This is a digit, and its purpose is to push buttons at the boundary herald threshold and change the world to make it an ever better place to live. You will not enjoy anything with the guilty conscious you will have once you realize why you put your finger in someone else's ass, because that is what sin is.

Samsara, the sweetest, most forbidden pleasures indulged and always regrettably.

We were fated to fall in love ever since the very first sin happened when samsara was all contained in a delicious looking fruit on a tree. People took one bite, and all of it spilled out. Our fate was sealed ever since, and we will never have it any other way either. This is samsara. You cannot get unhooked from good junk when it goes around.

[risalei-nur]

The Words - The Sixth  Word - Part 3

SECOND PROFIT: The price to be paid is Paradise.

THIRD PROFIT: The value of each bodily limb and sense is increased a thousandfold. For example, if you use your intelligence for the sake of your carnal soul, it becomes such an ill-omened, destructive, and debilitating instrument that it burdens you with sad sorrows of the past and terrifying fears of the future. This is why sinful people frequently resort to drunken- ness or other frivolous pleasures. But if you sell your intelligence to its true Owner and use it on His behalf, it becomes like a mysterious key unlocking the infinite treasure-houses of compassion and wisdom-filled vaults, and elevates you to the rank of a pious and righteous guide deserving eternal happiness.

The eye is a window through which the spirit looks at this world. If you use it on behalf of your carnal soul, without selling it to God Almighty, by gazing at transient, impermanent beauties and spectacles, it panders to lust and other carnal desires. But if you sell it to its All-Seeing Maker and use it on His behalf and within His limits, it rises to the rank of a reader of the Great Book of the Universe,11 a witness of the miracles of His creation, a blessed bee sucking on the blossoms of Mercy in the garden of this world.

Taste is another of the senses. If you do not sell it to your All-Wise Originator, but use it on behalf of your carnal soul and for the sake of your tongue or stomach, it sinks and declines to the level of a gatekeeper at the stomach’s stable, a watchman at its factory. But if you sell it to the All-Munificent Provider, the sense of taste rises to the rank of a skilled overseer at Divine Compassion’s treasure-houses, a grateful inspector in the kitchens of the Eternally Besought One’s Power.

O intelligence, be careful! Think of what is an instrument of destruction and what is a key to all being. O eye! See the difference between an abominable panderer and a learned overseer of the Divine Library! O tongue! Taste well the difference between a stable doorkeeper or a factory watchman and the trustee of the treasure house of God’s Mercy!

When you compare all other instruments, faculties, and limbs to these, you understand that believers acquire a nature worthy of Paradise and unbelievers a nature conforming to Hell. Each attains its respective value. Due to their belief, believers use what the Creator has entrusted to them on His behalf and within His limits. Unbelievers betray the trust and use it for the sake of the carnal soul.

[mariamga2024mi4017]

Figuring out the Essay Plan

I have to admit, I'm still trying to figure out how to properly structure this essay. But I'm going to try my best to fit everything well in place.

chosen clip Breakdown (19:28 - 30:28) -

The clip I've chosen starts off with detective Somerset in his office. His superior walks in to convince Somerset not to resign. He seems to have hope in the fact that Somerset won't give up on the case (familiarity) although Somerset says other wise.

Regardless, the superior talks about the 2nd crime scene mentioning "Greed" as a clue. At the end of this office scene, the superior leaves behind some evidence (micro metal strips) found in the Obese victim's stomach for Somerset.

To fulfil his curiosity, Somerset visits the 1st crime scene to look for clues they might've missed out on. He opens the fridge and looks down at the floor only to see some scratch marks. He realizes that the metal scrap evidence found matches the exact marks on the floor. He fits the pieces in, pulls the fridge forward, only to reveal the killer's hidden message "Gluttony" and a note referring to (Milton’s Paradise Lost)

Back in the office, Somerset informs his superior and detective Mills that the killer's motive is to kill people based on the 7 deadly sins studying in Christianity. Regardless, he tells his superior to expect 5 more victims (sloth, lust, pride, wrath and envy). Somerset leaves the office mentioning that he wants nothing to do with this horrifying case.

In the next scene he's at home throwing darts in heavy thought about something. He decides to leave his apartment complex to go somewhere by Taxi. On the way to this unknown location, he witnesses another crime scene.

Next, he steps into the library where he seems to be a regular who's friends with the nighttime guards. While they play poker, Somerset walks around the library in search of books such as 'Canterbury Tales', 'Danta's Inferno', 'Dictionary of Catholicism' while 'Suite No.3 in D' by Bach plays in the background.

While the music fits well with Somerset's reading (smooth transitions), detective Miller's investigations seem to have abrupt cuts, showing his frustration and break sessions. We get to see each character's personalities unfold here.

Somerset completes his research and leaves his work for Mills to read.

The next scene starts off in the morning where we see detective Mills frustrated with the information of Dante's poems and 'Canterbury Tales' for reading material.

Essay Topic (Based on Feedback) -

Fincher has used characterization, mise-un scene and film devices to reveal certain aspects of the plot through the 'Library Scene'.

Point 1 - Characterization

Complex characters with various personality traits - Detective Mills, Detective Somerset

Behavioral Patterns - Reactions/ emotions portrayed by the characters in this scene

Props used for investigation - Books, Crime scene photographs (This is mainly for mise-un scene)

Point 2 - Mise-un scene

scene locations - office, apartment, streets, library

Props

Lighting

Evidence left behind by the killer

music

Point 3 - Film Devices

Film Editing techniques - Transitions and cuts

Cinematography - Camera Angles

music

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July 2023 Reading Wrap Up

I've been pondering starting a bookish instagram, but in the likely event I never do, here are the monthly wrap up images I made for July 2023. (If it doesn't have a rating it just means it was too short or too . . . personal? to easily rate. I didn't track DNFs on these graphics, but I DNF'ed seven books.

*sigh*

Of course, I wrote a bunch of stuff about the books here, but then tumblr ate my words. So, on the off chance you have a question about anything I read, let me know.

I might keep posting here, if no one minds and I find it easy enough to keep up with. I'm hoping to make the graphics a little less rough and ready in future.

Also, I will list the books for accessibility purposes.

Indelicacy by Amina Cain - libby - novella - 3.5 stars

Assembly by Natasha Brown -libby - novella - 5 stars

Red’s Wolf by Beth Laycock - freeb - novella - 3.5 stars

Sergeant Delicious by Annabeth Albert - freeb - re-read - short - 3.5 stars

Sea Lover by J.K. Pendragon - smashwords - novella - 4 stars

45 and Holding by Jacki James and Jill Wexler - ku - 4 stars

The Stablemaster’s Heart by Sarah Honey - arc - 4.5 stars

Kiss Me Like You Mean It by Jacki James - ku - novella - 2.5 stars

Overtime by Marina Vivancos - arc - 3 stars

A Lifetime Kissing You by Riley Hart - ku - 4.25 stars

Like a Charm by Jordan Castillo Price - ku - short - 2.5 stars

The River’s Edge by Jordan Castillo Price - ku - short - 3 stars

The First and Last Adventure of Kit Sawyer by S. E. Harmon - arc - 3.75 stars

Not Over You by Samantha Wayland - ku - novella - 3.5 stars

Darius the Great is Not Okay by Adib Khorram - libby - 5 stars

Nothing Special by Jay Northcote - audio re-read - 4.25 stars

Open Throat by Henry Hoke - audiobook - novella - 4.25 stars

Our Colors by Gengoroh Tagame - library - 3.75 stars

Sincerely Harriet by Sarah W. Searle - mg - graphic novel - library - 3 stars

Dirty Slide by KD Casey and Lauren Blakely - audiobook - novella - 3.5 stars

Ephemera by Briana Loewensohn - graphic memoir - library - no rating

Rockstar and Softboy by Sina Grace - graphic novel - hoopla - 3.5 stars

Like I Needed by Charlie Novak - ku - 3.75 stars

Dirty Steal by KD Casey and Lauren Blakely- audiobook - novella - 3.75 stars

The (Pet) Detective Agency by Noji - manga - hoopla - 3.5 stars

Love & Vermin by Will McPhail - cartoons - hoopla - 4.25 stars

It’s Paradise, Baby by KD Ryan - novella - 4 stars

Out in the Country by Alexandra Hale - ku - novella - 3.5 stars

Second Chance at First Love by N.R. Walker - ku - novella - 3.5 stars

An Exception by Megan Derr - hoopla - short - 3.5 stars

Use as Wallpaper by Glenn Quigley - freeb - short - 4.25 stars

Five Dares by Eli Easton - 1 star (for extenuating reasons, have liked other stuff by the author)

The Last Cuentista by Donna Barba Higuera - own/hoopla audio - mg - 4 stars

Mistletango by Alexandra Caluen - hoopla - 4 stars

Paper Planes by Jennie Wood - graphic novel - libby - ya - 4 stars

It’s Lonely at the Centre of the Earth by Zoe Thorogood - hoopla - graphic memoir - 4.25 stars

Quest of Fools by Megan Derr - smashwords - 3.25 stars

Fairy Wings by Sasha L. Miller - smashwords - novella - 3.5 stars

Deal Maker by Lily Morton - audiobook re-read - 4 stars - more frustrating in audio

Riding the Wave by Daria Fisher - sapphic short - freeb smashwords - too short to rate, really

Thieves by Lucie Bryon - graphic novel - f/f - ya - library - 4.25 stars

Aug 9 - Fog by Kathryn Scanlan - libby - too strange to rate

The Best Men by Sarina Bowen and Lauren Blakely - ku - 4.5 stars - very expertly done

Garbage by Reese Morrison - arc/ku - 3 stars

Fine by Rhea Ewing - graphic non-fiction - library - 4.5 stars

Silent Sin by E.J. Russell - audiobook - 4 stars

Sweat Connection by Katherine McIntyre - arc - 4 stars