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[ The image: Matt in a hospital bed, bare-chested with the thin sheet pulled over his hips. There's a green lotus tattoo over his heart, and another tattoo on his right hip depicting a half-monkey, half-man figure. At his left side, just below the ribs, is a fresh perforation--angry pink, a few days old at most. It's criss-crossed with stitches and smeared with salve.
The message: ]
It's not as bad as it looks, I promise you can still fuck me
I've been stuck in this bed for days
The message: ]
It's not as bad as it looks, I promise you can still fuck me
I've been stuck in this bed for days
[ Oh Jesus fucking Christ.
Or not, as it happens. "Ave Satanus"? Matt is so tired. He has exactly enough bandwidth in his brain to dance a quick spiral over what it means that his stray sext went to Lucifer, of all people. Something about a fundamental likeness that draws them together, a little as above, so below. ]
What does it make me
Or not, as it happens. "Ave Satanus"? Matt is so tired. He has exactly enough bandwidth in his brain to dance a quick spiral over what it means that his stray sext went to Lucifer, of all people. Something about a fundamental likeness that draws them together, a little as above, so below. ]
What does it make me
[ Regretfully, that is hot.
It might be even hotter without the parenthetical, but either way, Matt is decidedly and resentfully turned on.
Proves the point, he supposes. ]
I might be willing to own up to that
I'm not exclusively hungry for cock, but I think that makes it worse
It might be even hotter without the parenthetical, but either way, Matt is decidedly and resentfully turned on.
Proves the point, he supposes. ]
I might be willing to own up to that
I'm not exclusively hungry for cock, but I think that makes it worse
( β forgiveness?
insult to injury, more like. by definition he goes without, lacks remorse, lacks shame, lacks the merciful goodness that makes up the thriving masses. he chose that path. he lives, breathes, and thrives on that path. he's therefore not sure why it feels like a fist just tightened in his stomach βΒ he turns around just in case john is behind him, braiding fingers around his guts like a schoolgirl's plaited pigtails. )
be serious
insult to injury, more like. by definition he goes without, lacks remorse, lacks shame, lacks the merciful goodness that makes up the thriving masses. he chose that path. he lives, breathes, and thrives on that path. he's therefore not sure why it feels like a fist just tightened in his stomach βΒ he turns around just in case john is behind him, braiding fingers around his guts like a schoolgirl's plaited pigtails. )
be serious
No, it's a that's what she said joke.
[ because it is, before she killed him. ]
[ because it is, before she killed him. ]
Doubly fucking rude!!
you're not too old to be put over my knee you know
you're not too old to be put over my knee you know
Actually not big on the Our Father stuff these days, prefer more of a disciplinary headmaster vibe. Unless it's my kids, obvi.
More accurately I'm Our Divine Creator, Teacher Everlasting, His Celestial Kindliness, the Necrolord Prime, King of Nine Renewals, the Gentle Emperor All-Giving and Scourge of Death.
[ he's not flexing, just emphasizing that his titles aren't fatherly. ]
[ he's not flexing, just emphasizing that his titles aren't fatherly. ]
You told me once that my faith was a turn on.
How come I never see you at the chapel, then?
How come I never see you at the chapel, then?
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