Jun 22, 2025
as a catholic. i hate everyone's obsession with so-called "catholic guilt" actually
that's called scrupulosity (or, in the common parlance, religious/moral ocd) and it's not supposed to be there. we have resources we'll help you
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as a catholic. i hate everyone's obsession with so-called "catholic guilt" actually
that's called scrupulosity (or, in the common parlance, religious/moral ocd) and it's not supposed to be there. we have resources we'll help you
I NEED TO GO INTO THE OCEAN.
which is to say. i will be scheduling my top surgery consult tomorrow
SUGAR PLUM FAIRY MERCY.
...i spent way too much time yesterday and today drawing a suggestive picture of one of my ocs.
why am i like this.
Need 🩸.
aroyaltailor asked:
"I warned you." Parak hissed as feathers rattled. Talons swiped the plantling from Stolas' hands and he gently set it on his desk, before glaring at the former prince. "Except it wasn't just an affair, was it? I'd always suspected as much, but never... that. Lending your grimoire to an imp. An imp! What are you even doing here?" (For the Broken Prince AU?)
Stolas recoils, wincing at the sharpness of tone. Now empty hands curl tightly into fists, talons biting into palm. Of course it was more than a meager affair. In the beginning, it was a beneficial exchange, transactional at best, certainly. But as time went on, feelings grew and took root, and Stolas could not disentangle himself from Blitz. Though now, his absence was another to the growing pile. Bright hues once averted, now sweep up to meet Parak's accusatory and expectant glare. For a flicker of a moment, he recalls too-large glasses and feathers so fluffy, they nearly rendered the other Goetia obsolete.
❝ I love him, ❞ came his murmured reply. The words burn him, knowing what they had might never be repaired, but they held true and fast. One day they might become past-tense, but for now. . . Stolas shakes his head and sighs. ❝ I know we did not. . . Stay close. But I do regard you with some modicum of trust, Parak. I merely want to leave knowing Via has someone on her side. Someone she can turn to, and who might produce gowns and other items tailored to her liking and might assist in hiding anything should she need it. There are so few, and my contact is limited. Even this. . . I cannot stay long. ❞