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Hello and welcome. You can address me as SlowlyShamelessColor or simply call me Thorne. I'm a pansexual whos pangender who also enjoys writing. Enjoy your time here, but don't forget to make a request. You may submit it anonymously if you're too shy.

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Cool, and I'm sorry you can't get a job because of your mother, that sucks.

My mom let's me get a job despite me having shizophernia, anxiety, adhd, autism and stickler syndrome all diagnosed

I forgot to mention that I was officially diagnosed as Schizophrenic.

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I don’t know if you still do Morel Orel stuff, but I recently binged it and, despite my best efforts, feel in love with that bastard Clay. I really liked your post on him after an escape attempt made by the reader. I’d just imagine that after several more over the course of two years or so, still missing, the reader just gives up. Broken, nonverbal, moves only to eat and other necessary actions. Doesn’t even flinch or cry when he raises his voice. Would Clay be happy that he finally has someone who won’t leave him, or will he be upset that the reader is just a husk of who they used to be, hardly even being considered a shoulder to cry on?

Yeah I know it’s depressing af, but Morel Orel is a depressing show. You don’t have to do this request, but I just have angsty thoughts :)

Thank you so much!! That's such a fucked up concept, I love it. I hope this is to your liking! ^^

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Clay never thought he'd admit it, but Bloberta was right. He needed help. Some deep part of himself had always longed for being cared for and taken care of. And he had wanted, craved, needed your help. But, just like everything else, he'd gone and fucked it all up.

He had broken you. Physically, you were still here, yes, but you had still left him. Just like everyone else. And it was all his fault. It's all his fault, of course it is, just like everything else.

When you first stopped responding, he screamed at you. He screamed and screamed until his anger and frustration turned to fear. Until, slowly, his yells and hisses became sobs and whimpers, slowly losing strength to stand, falling to his knees and sitting beside you. He hid his face in his hands, leaning against you to at least feel the warmth of your body to comfort himself. Please, just reach out and touch him, reassure him, tell him you forgive him and love him and everything will be okay.

He needed your help, but now, you need him. It was difficult, but he put away the bottle - at least, as much as he could. He couldn't drink himself to death now. So, he fed you and bathed you and cuddled you and talked to you. You never responded or did more than the bare minimum to survive, but he kept trying. On the bright side, at least now you would let him hold you without argument...

He hoped, prayed genuinely for the first time in years, that you'd recover. That you'd realize he had changed and was a better man. That'd you'd come back to him and love him and fix him, too. Please. He had nothing left. Just you. Please don't leave him forever, not like everyone else.

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THANK YOU FOR BEING THE FIRST PERSON TO MAKE YANDERE!MORAL OREL STUFF I LOVE YOU. What about Yandere!Clay headcanons because he's genuinely horrible but I'm still down bad.

Aaaa ty! And of course! I hope you it ^^

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🥃 Clay doesn't understand love in the same way most people do. Maybe he did at some point. Before he drank so heavily that he couldn't tell whether he was drunk anymore, because he was never sober. Before his father had told him that he wasn't even worth beating. Before his mother died and it was all his fault. Before he learned that he wasn't really special. That everything he knew was all a lie. And now, as a grown man, Clay knew that love was conditional. If you said or did the wrong thing too many times, they wouldn't love you anymore. That's why his wife hated him. But, that's okay. He hated her right back. Love was about possessing something, and making sure no one else took it. Love was finite. And worst of all, love was something that Clay Puppington didn't deserve. He was far too weak. Too poisoned. Too damaged and reprehensible to deserve it, anyway.

👔 Bloberta had finally had enough of him. She'd taken the kids- well, Shapey and the ginger kid. Orel had been taken in by the Reverend and his daughter. No matter how hard Clay tried, his son wouldn't come with him or go home to his mother. Well… Good riddance! And… And Stopframe was avoiding him. He had grown tired of Clay's games. It was over. And Censordoll… Well, the less he thought of the old broad, the better. Clay was alone. All alone. If it wasn't for his stinkin' dead end job and need for public appearances, he would've drunk himself into an early grave. On one occasion when he'd crawled out of bed and into town, he'd met you. A new face in town. You seemed to radiate a feeling of… Hope. Hope and warmth and light. Something in Clay just… Snapped. He wanted that. He wanted your warmth and your light and your Hope. Things he never had, or did have at some point, but it's been so long since it's last been snuffed out that he couldn't even remember what it felt like.

🥃 When you first meet Clay, it's definitely a "Honeymoon phase", even if you hadn't started dating yet. Clay tries his hardest to seem appealing. He gives lots of compliments, lots of presents, tries to hide his alcoholism, is almost suffocatingly smothering and trying to always be around you. How reputation had been severely damaged because of what he had done. Public outbursts, cheating on his wife, shooting his son… Clay would work hard to isolate you from anyone who could dissuade you from being with him. He'd hide the dark, ugly parts of himself from you while he slowly made you dependent on him. And then, all at once, the facade would crumble and you'd see who Clay really is - with you stuck with him, trapped both in this relationship and in his home.

👔 Clay, at least at first, would treat you less like a partner and more like an object. Something to be coveted and hoarded and kept close… But not close enough for him to become vulnerable. He wouldn't allow you outside of the house. If he let you out, you'd leave! Or someone would try to take you! He couldn't let that happen. He couldn't take a chance on losing his one final chance at happiness and love. He wasn't even sure you loved him, but he could pretend, at least. In some moments, he would act like he did when you first met - incredibly sweet, charming, and romantic. But, he'd just as easily become irritated and furious with you, whether you did something to anger him or if it was all in his head. He'd scream and throw things and curse at you, only to come crawling back to apologize some time later. He wouldn't understand if you were still afraid or upset with him afterwards. Love was about punishment sometimes… Right? That's what his father taught him. He loved you enough to be angry with you. Wasn't that how it worked?

🥃 Clay could be taught otherwise, but it would only really improve your situation when it comes to how he treats you. He'd need a lot of time and positive reinforcement. Be gentle with him. Try not to let your fear show. Show him that love is not about anger or hatred or violence. Hold him in an embrace, play with his hair, lie compliment him on the things you like about him, pepper his face in kisses, try to bond over things you like or share interests in, read to him… Gently take the highball glass out of his hand and lace your fingers together with his as you ask him if he wants to dance. It won't be an immediate change, and Clay probably still won't let you out or let anyone else see you, but it could at least improve your living situation.

👔 Without the veil of beer goggles to put a rose-tinted view on his life, Clay becomes prone to breakdowns due to the weight of what he's done and the irreparable damaged he'd done to not only himself, but his family, the people he loves, and pretty much everyone else around him. Clay now becomes dependent on you. He'll cling to you, sobbing as he lays his head on your lap, eyes stinging with tears as he looks up at you and begs you for reassurance, for forgiveness, for love. Please, please love him. Please tell him he's good enough. Please tell him he's worth it. Please.

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Hello, if you’re still doing moral orel I’d like to request some clay x reader hcs. Anything. I’m binging the series rn and the brainrot is real. He’s going straight to my f/o list for sure-

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Anon, you are so valid!! I hope you like this, but be warned that it might be a bit upsetting! ^^

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"I can't believe you would do this to me," Clay's voice was hoarse and cracked from yelling. The man looked over top of you, your prone body caged between his legs as he loomed over you, face shadowed in darkness. But even still, you could just barely see the outline of tears. Fat tears rolled down his face, burning his cheeks and dripping down his chin, staining the fabric of your clothing.

You pressed yourself even closer to the floor, as though his gaze itself was weighing you down. You panicked, fearful breathing matched Clay's own - the quick inhale-exhale that huffed out his nose, the way his body shuddered with every shallow breath.

"I can't believe you'd fucking do this to me!" Clay sobbed, teeth bared, spit flying from his mouth. He shook with rage, fists balled up at his sides, the both of you just staring at each other in the dark.

It was one of Clay's rules. The shades were always drawn. No one could see inside. No one could look at you. You could not leave. And when Clay came home from work, he left all the lights off, like he preferred in his study. And just as suffocating.

It is any wonder why you tried to bolt as soon as you thought him too drunk to stop you. You had been so close. Sunlight on your skin, the sound of birds chirping happily in your ears, the feel of the breeze on your skin.

And then, Clay's iron grip on your wrist.

His hand clamped over your mouth before you could scream for help.

And then he dragged you back into the darkness, kicking and screaming.

Clay stumbled, groaning a bit as he lost his balance, just barely catching himself before he fell flat onto his ass. Alcohol was a cruel mistress. Though it was easier to deal with his life through the lenses of his beer-goggles, it also made the world much, much*dizzier. And as he caught himself, he watched as you flinched underneath him.

You watched his expression shift and his eyes burn deep into you.

"How dare you!?" He spat. "You have no right! No fucking right! I…" Clay trailed off, posture slowly wilting. He sniffled. "You… You tried to leave me…"

Clay wrapped his arms around himself in a hug, trying desperately to soothe himself. Even like this, pathetic as he may seem, Clay was terrifying. At any moment, his rage could once again rear its ugly head.

But not this time, it seemed.

His eyes drifted from you. Instead, he stared off into the distance, at one of the drawn curtains. He rubbed his arms and swallowed.

"Why? Why does everyone leave me?" He asked. Was he asking you? Himself?

He held himself for a little while, standing silent on wobbly legs. Eventually though, his gaze fell back on you, though now far less intense. Slowly, Clay slid to his knees - but it still made you flinch.

"Please, please, don't leave me," Clay begged, gathering you up in his arms. "I love you. I love you. Please don't leave me. Not again, please…"

In the darkness, Clay sobbed against you, his face buried into your shoulder. He mumbled incoherent pleads for you to stay. His fingers dug into your skin.

You didn't hold him back. Instead, you craved your head toward one of the windows - eyes focusing on the little flits of light that snuck through the curtains.

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Putty: Friends, I find myself often asked: 'Reverend, how can we most assuredly receive eternal salvation?' And the answer is simple! Ya just gotta ask for it. One final repression and a promise to recognize Jesus as your lord and savior before you kick the bucket, and you're good!

Putty: However, just because it's simple does not mean it's necessarily easy. Like, what if it's an instant death, you know? You'll get no time for all of that. That's why you have to make sure to do whatever is necessary to make sure you go to heaven and your eternal soul is saved.

Putty: You have to chase it. Chase it and hold it and never let go. Like- like, how you want to date this person, and you think this is finally it, you've finally found the love of your life. But, it's complicated, and you're terrified because you don't want to lose this chance. And- and it's like the good Lord brought you together, but there's so many other people looking at them, but they're yours! No one else gets to look at them. You feel- you feel so out of control, and you- you need to take them away and keep them all to yourself and-and-and…

Putty:

Putty: [stares into the crowd, looking directly at you for a little too long]

Putty: Ahem, the- uh, the metaphor got away from me there, a little bit, heh. But, uh, yeah, make sure that you're committed to being eternally saved or whatever. Amen.

Orel: Amen!

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you are FEEDING t he masses with this reverenf putty content. thank you so so much!! do u have any Thoughts™ about a marriage and domestic life with him?

💙 Plans the wedding down to the very last detail. He's so excited and nervous and wants everything to be perfect! Perfect for the both of you. He'd been his entire life for this day, when you and he could finally be joined in holy matrimony and start the rest of your lives together! When he was younger, he'd always envisioned a traditional wedding, but nowadays he's been more keen on challenging more traditional thoughts he'd been privy to before. He wants to include your interests into the mix. The colors you like, your ideas (if you come up with any in between trying to convince someone to free), something that matched your style or something you wanted in a wedding if you had mentioned it to Rod beforehand. He wants you to be happy!

🛐 He didn't really have a best man… Could Stephanie be his best woman? Usually children of the bride or groom were designated to roles like flower girl, but Stephanie was far too old for that, not to mention she'd fight him every minute. He could always ask for Marionetta's parents if they wanted her to do the honors. Or maybe Orel's little girlfriend, if he could get in contact with her. And, speaking of which, the eldest Puppington son would, of course, be the ring-bearer. Ah, the thought brought him close to tears. His friends, his family, his community, and you… The most important people in his life coming together to watch as you were joined as one until death do you part.

💙 Also officiates the wedding. What do you mean, that's against the rules? He doesn't care if some of the townsfolk disagree, he's doing it! After all, who's the Reverend here? Not them, that's for damn sure! The Lord already knows you're simply meant to be. Wouldn't it be understandable to officiate his own wedding if it meant you becoming spouses as quickly as possible?

🛐 You can try asking Stephanie or Orel for help, but… Well, as much as Stephanie knows this is wrong and feels bad that it's happening, there's only so much she can do. Her dad's the Reverend. The entire town is wrapped around his finger by claiming God wanted you and him together. The local law enforcement is no help. And… Even if it wasn't the best circumstances, her dad finally had a partner! And that meant he was happy and, well, she wanted him to be happy. It's nothing personal, she promised. And Orel isn't much help, either. He has an incredible amount of trust in the Reverend. He's a man of God, after all! He wouldn't lie about God's will or do anything wrong, right?

💙 He wants a family. He wants to raise at least one kid with you SO badly. He doesn't care how - if you have to get surrogacy or adoption involved, he'll do it gladly. If you're hesitant, Rod will try to reassure you and list the pros of the idea. Stephanie should be able to have the chance of having a little sibling! And Hell, look at Orel! A neglectful mother and an abusive father. The kid deserves so much better, a better home life, and a loving family - and you and he can give him that!

🛐 Incredibly smothering. Almost completely attached to your hip. He barely let's you out of the house, and when he does, you're always by his side and never let put of his sight. He also almost constantly has to be touching you. Holding your hand, cuddling with you, hugging you, kissing you, even just brushing up against you. He can't get enough of you. Hell, sometimes he even considers skipping sermons if it means having his constant attention on you going uninterrupted.

💙 Also, I hope you like cats, because he has one at home! Sometimes, he'll bring her to church and have her hang around in his office during sermons. Before Stephanie or you, she was his only real companion outside of his work in the church. He really hopes you can bond with her.

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Yandere!Reverend Putty x Reader Headcanons

💙 I'm not gonna sugarcoat it here. You're screwed. You've somehow found yourself in an overzealous, protestant town, whose Reverend (a key pillar of the community) has developed intense obsessive and possessive feelings for you. Hell, if Putty wanted, he could probably just arrange a town meeting inside the Church, lie and tell everyone that he had gotten a message from God Himself - that the union between you and Putty was the will of the Lord, and most of the townsfolk would probably at least try to help. Putting in a good word for Putty to you, talking about how you and the Reverend seemed like such a match, cornering you and asking you to accompany them to church, restraining you if you try to leave town and dragging you kicking and screaming to the church, right into Putty's arms.

🛐 Though, Rod will probably try to take a quieter approach… At first. He probably spotted you in the pews one Sunday - Orel had finally worn you down enough to attend. You might not have shared his excitement for Religion, or shared the same Religion, or even believed in a higher power, at all! But, Orel was a good kid and thought so highly of his religion and the joy it brought him, so it was only natural that he'd want to share it with a new friend. You knew the kid only wanted the best. Neither of you would have guessed that the Reverend would take such an interest in you. Rod stumbled all throughout his sermon, seeming off his game. And what was odder was… Him just pausing halfway through a sentence, just staring into the pews… At you.

💙 The sermon was a bit strange, but it was certainly enlightening. You quickly filed into the line of folks leaving the church, only for the Reverend to stop you just as you stepped out the door. Behind his glasses, his eyes shone and crinkled with joy, focusing completely on you. Despite your want to kick off the rest of your Sunday, you found yourself wanting to stay with the Reverend a few moments longer. Despite the awkwardness of the Sermon, something about the man had a charm that made you gravitate toward him - though, that was probably a trained trait in most religious figures? Rod was incredibly attentive and chatty. Welcoming you into town, saying how glad he was to see a fresh face, asking you about why you had moved, where you had been before, what did you like to do? He barely blinked the whole time he spoke with you, wanting his vision to never stray from you. He'd never felt like this before. Eventually, you had to go, and Rod waved you off, calling after you that he hoped to see you again next week… Or sooner. His face was flushed and his heart was beating a mile a minute. He… Had God answered his prayers? Were you the one he'd been praying for? The other half of his heart… Oh, you had to be.

🛐 Maybe he couldn't wait until next week to see you again. Could anyone blame him? He was a man of God, certainly, wasn't a weak man, but he was far from perfect! It was important to keep oneself humble, and what better way to do that than to satiate his urges to see you by following you about town? It wasn't exactly a big place, after all! It'd make sense that you'd bump into him again. And again. And again. And again and again and- well, you get the point. Besides, watching you was the perfect way to get to know you! Outside of asking, of course. And… God, he loved watching you. Everything about you was just… Perfect. Perfect, perfect, perfect. Perfect for him. The good Lord had finally answered his prayers, had brought you to Rod so that his lonely heart could be healed with your warmth and love. You were all his. It was the Lord's plan, yes, he could feel it in his very bones! … But, there were so many people. So many people looking at you. Looking at you, talking to you, breathing your air. Disgusting. God had fated your union together! No one else could have you…! No one but him, and he'd make sure of it.

💙 So, Putty recruited Orel to… Push you in the right direction. He knew you had a soft spot for the kid, and hey! So did he! So, Rod told Orel of a message he had received from The Man Upstairs Himself - that you and The Reverend belonged together. That your union was the Lord's will and must come to be. And it was Orel's responsibility to tell you- but! Rod added to make sure that Orel didn't tell you that this message wasn't from the Reverend. Rod… Didn't want to take credit for the Lord's grand plan, after all! All he needed to tell you was that it was a message from God. Soon, the eldest Puppington son is following you around, pleading with you to give Reverend Putty a chance and go on a date with him, because it was the will of God. At first it was cute, but then it just became concerning. To appease Orel and address your concerns, you went to Rod in private about it. He assured you that Orel meant well and he had no idea where Orel got such crazy ideas! But, you didn't want to crush his faith, right? Of course not, and neither did he! So, you and he might as well go on a date, at least for appearances' sake. Just one. Or two. Or ten.

🛐 If you get fed up and try to break if off with Rod, saying you don't want to date him, then that's when Putty enlists the help of the rest of the town. He already had Orel's support, all the Reverend needed to do was claim that he had gotten a message from God that you were destined to be with him. It wasn't like it was a lie! Rod knew that God had brought you to him, even if He hadn't exactly said it in words! The good Lord works in mysterious ways, after all! And if you're anything but Protestant, the Reverend will absolutely use that as another reason why you have to be with him. It'd make perfect sense to the other townsfolk - take the lost soul and have them be converted through their Reverend's love. You could try to flee town if you want, but even the law enforcement looked more toward their religion for guidance than the law. They'd pull you over and drive you back to Rod personally. Putty would welcome you back, all smiles, as he pulled you into his arms. He'd press kisses to your face and neck, mumbling praises and thank yous to the Lord for bringing you back to him, imagining your wedding day together…

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YOUVE MADE ME ATTRACTED TO THE CLINGY DELUSIONAL REVEREND!!! I am distressed and want to kiss him now. I imagine though that he tries really hard to make the first kiss special, especially if his lover is playing along and going on dates at first, but whenever they keep pulling away because of [insert excuse here] or someone having the absolute WORST timing, he gets a little…desperate. So when he does finally get you alone, the doors shut and no one else allowed to intrude, you’ve got seconds before he’s on you. Maybe you start speaking and he slides closer, and before you know it he’s muffling a whimper into your lips as he FINALLY gets to feel them. But it doesn’t stop there. He keeps pushing, keeps trying to pull you closer even as he piles on top of you, hands grasping for every part of your body he can reach. You’re so marvelous, sculpted with perfection in mind, and you feel wonderful under his fingertips, let him worship you, let him show you his devotion!

LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!

I am. Down absolutely horrendous for him, too, you have NO IDEA. Every time he's on screen, I can't stop thinking about how cute and handsome he is and how bad I wanna kiss him fngndmf

He'd be absolutely ravenous. He'd been without love, without a partner, for so long. Had begged the Lord to bring someone into his life. Had waited and prayed and longed for companionship...

And then, one day, you arrived in town, dragged into Church by the Puppington kid. God, he could barely focus on his sermon, wanting nothing more to just... stare at you. If you kept coming back every Sunday, it'd be both a curse and a blessing. He craved your presence and wanted nothing more than for you to be in his sight at all times, but that made it so hard to focus! Every time his gaze ran over you, he'd completely lose his train of thought, imagining how your lips would feel against his...

Oh, you were perfect. Marvelously crafted by the Lord - and all for Rod. The other half of his heart.

Once the barrier between friendly touches and romantic intent is shattered, Putty won't be able to stop himself. Smothering you with kisses, holding you so securely in his arms. Oh, he was so blessed. All the years of waiting had been worth it, because it meant that God had brought him to you.

And if he found out that he was your first... He'd take it as even more proof that you and he were meant to be.~

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Putty with a pregnant s/o? The baby could either be his or reader was already pregnant when they met him

💙 Oh, Rod is over the moon! He's really getting everything he's ever wanted. He had waited so patiently and had prayed every day for this. A lover. A family. Oh, he's so excited and grateful. He's gonna be a dad! Again! And Stephanie gets to be a big sister! Putty gets really emotional at points, tearing up a bit as he talks about how excited he is and how happy he is to start a family with you. As glad as he is that Stephanie is in his life now, he can't help but feel an ache for things to have been different, for Rod to have always been present in his daughter's life. In a way, the Reverend thinks this child can "make up" for what he missed out on with Stephanie.

🛐 Though, as much as he was genuinely excited that you were starting a family together, the Reverend also knew that this could also be used as a tool, a further way to trap you with him. You and he will have another thing to bond over, to work together for… And just another reason for you to need to stay with him. You couldn't escape him or Moralton even if you tried, but just in case, it'd be awfully hard to raise a child by yourself. It'd be in your interest to stay with the man you were meant to be with, who'd love and take care of you and your family.

💙 With you, Putty's normally a pretty frisky guy already (says that he's "making up for lost time"), but it's hard for him to even keep his hands off you during the pregnancy. Seeing the way your body changes, the way your stomach swells with life, it drives him wild. Constantly clinging to you, holding you, peppering you with kisses, or just having the urge to just touch if only for the feel of your skin against his. You were already gorgeous, but this…? Oh, you were perfection.

🛐 Is probably the most excited about doing stuff like buying baby clothes and choosing decorations and wall colors for the room, or setting up the crib. It's stuff he's always wanted to do, and now it's actually happening! Oh, it's a dream come true. If you try to help, though, he'll probably get all fussy and worry you'll strain yourself. He does, however, really wanna hear suggestions for the kid's room, especially in terms of decorations and pictures and toys and will hang onto every word of your plans and ideas like an attentive hound.

💙 Prays every day for the pregnancy to go smoothly, hoping beyond all hope that everything would work out okay. The idea of losing you or your child was terrifying. He couldn't lose you! He loved you, God, he loved you so much. You were everything! You were the one he'd been waiting for, the two of you perfectly crafted for each other, your existence in itself proof of a divine creator - your brilliance, inside and out, was clear proof of intelligent design. The fact that he existed at the very same time as you and met you and were here, with you, right now… It meant everything. Fate was real, and this was yours and… God, if he lost you. Lost the chance at a family. He'd break. He'd have nothing left. Putty needed you.

🛐 Whether the baby is biologically his or not, it doesn't. This is his baby. His and your baby, and for that, they were a gift from God. You were a family. He'd be the perfect dad, or he'd at least try his damndest. Couldn't be too hard to be better than Clay, at least. While you're recovering, Rod will take almost full responsibility of your child. Not to the point of refusing to let you see or interact with them, just enough to have some weight off your shoulders. But it is to the point of Rod bringing the kid along to sermons, and at some point stopping mid-sermon to make everybody pay attention to your kid - obviously much more important than the lesson he'd been preaching. Pride may be a sin, but in Rod's opinion, the pride he felt for his and your little one was one of the holiest things he'd ever experienced.

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I see the Rev Putty and Clay, but it's all with the person being potentially single. What if they fell for someone who was already with someone? Like maybe someone recently married and was just passing through town to get to the honeymoon location in a different town, but wanted to do a bit of exploring with their significant other.

Putty

💙 Putty is fucking pissed. That piece of shit, stealing you from him! You were his! You were the person he'd been praying for! God had brought you to Moralton, brought you into his life, for a reason - because you were destined for each other. It was all a part of God's plan. The way Rod sees it, if you were to break your arm, God would want you to get a cast. If you get sick, God would want you to rest and take medicine in order to get better. And if you mistakenly marry some low-life piece of shit loser, God would want you to divorce that scumbag and seek comfort in the arms of the man you were made for. Because you were, he knows it. You were made for him, just as he was made all for you.

🛐 If you were to come to Church with your partner, Rod would make all his sermons based on love. Specifically on the topic of how some people didn't deserve their partners. Didn't deserve to breathe the same air as them, let alone marry them! And-and, you know, someone could find another partner that's so much better than the person they're ready with! And this is a protestant town, so they're all cool with divorces. So, if anyone, anyone at all, needs a quick divorce, the Reverend can point them in the right direction. He says all of this while looking straight at you and your partner.

💙 Rod is incredibly warm toward you. Incredibly sweet, attentive, charming, loving. He'll shower you with compliments and pffer to buy you things. He loves listening to you, and is so eager to get to know you! He wants to know everything about his future spouse! And, conversely, he's incredibly cold toward your partner. He'll send death glares their way, interrupt them mid-sentence, try to separate you from them, and most of the time he won't even respond to anything they say. If he can't convince you to leave them by time you're set to leave, that's when Putty feels forced to get the town involved. He'll tell them that he received a message from the Lord that you and he were meant to be together and they couldn't allow your partner to steal you from him!

🛐 Before that, though, he might go to Clay and Bloberta and ask them what they did to ruin their own marriage so he can try the same to ruin you and your partner's relationship.

Clay

🥃 While learning that you were already with someone was frustrating, Clay was certain he'd be able to convince you to leave them. Clay had spent most of his life getting his way with his words. He lied his way into convincing the town he had a successful marriage, had put up a facade of mayoral competency, had enough charisma to have a level of respect among his peers... For a time, at least. He's sure he could get you to leave them.

👔 Or, if he can't convince you, he'll get your partner alone and project the feelings he had during his marriage onto your partner. He'll tell them that marriage isn't worth it, it only ended in heartbreak, that they should quit while they were ahead and leave before you both ended up hating each other. And when you're heartbroken and alone, Clay will come and be your shoulder to cry on.

🥃 And, if all else fails, Clay can always invite your partner out to the forest to show them some of his favorite hunting spots. Alone. And, hey, if something bad happens out there... Well, accidents happen all the time.

trancylovecraft

Is it ok to get a yandere Bloberta too now that we got Clay and Joe? I rarely seen any moral Orel x reader stuff.

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