Forgive Us For A Sin We Shall Never Commit.

—forgive us for a sin we shall never commit.

roxica; cw: religious trauma, religion, and the notion that being gay is a sin. chica is the one praying/saying this! projected my religious trauma onto her. i also hope the title comes across as "being gay isn't a sin so therefore they'll never sin" and not "they never get together because they view being gay as a sin." this is also just a bit of dialogue that i ended up really liking.

word count: 31

"Forgive our sins; the sins of the living. Oh Father, may you forgive my love for another woman. For if this love is a sin the devil may drag me down."

on the agency of puppets

THEY'RE SO !!!

I know most of y'all ship Daring with Rosabella or Cerise... But I just can't let go of HOW PRECIOUS AND WONDERFUL DARING AND LIZZIE'S DATE WAS AND I DON'T THINK I CAN LET GO OF THIS SHIP

—something is deeply wrong with these mfers.

hilliam; cw: murder, stabbing, child murder, typical fnaf shenanigans, out of context roleplay replies. this can honestly be read platonically or romantically.

word count: 663

(1)

It's strange, this all started out normally—just curiosity making its rounds. But it never did go away, it stayed, festered in his hidden desires until one thought was left: just once.

Just once he had to try it, just to see how it felt, how it would go. Would he be able to get away with it? What would their blood taste like? What would their last expressions be? Would they refuse to look at him or—

The first kill is always the messiest, you're an amateur who's hungry for experience. But William Afton strived for perfection, and besides, it wasn't like he was in this alone. Looking back it really felt like a dream come true, his friend—best friend; childhood friend—has always been there for him.

Henry in some ways was a fool, thinking he could have both; his life and their life. But in the end he had to choose, and it seemed as if he chose himself. Far gone was his previous life, William made the choice for him.

As William bled out the voice of Henry rang out in his head, there's so much emotion in his voice yet it all muddied together to rid William of any understanding. He couldn't help to find this funny, he always thought—dreamt—of killing Henry. Seeing his blood paint the floor a beautiful red, how would Henry look? How would he feel?

Similar were his thoughts with Charlotte, it's why he had to do it, you understand, don't you? Curiosity had a hold on him at first, but now—now—he doesn't think he can live without it.

"What I... remember of... her? Charlotte? Or perhaps... your wife?" William chuckled, thinking of all the expressions Charlotte made during her death. "Your wife... would've been... next and then... and then you."

(2)

William grinned, it was vicious and victorious. Even as his body was falling apart, even as Henry had him pushed against the desk; even as his best friend drove the knife into him.

"Don't you see? Dear Henry, you think... you think you're getting rid of me?" A dark chuckle echoed around the room, but their eyes never left each other. There's a certain type of love that felt like hatred in your bones, perhaps this is what described them; perhaps there was no love at all. "I'll always come back, whenever thoughts... thoughts of your daughter, of sweet little Charlotte, come to you—I'll be tied to them. You can't think of Charlotte without me."

There's a heavy feeling in the air, the words of William ringing true. Every thought Henry will have, every action moving forward William will be there for. Dead as he may be the ghost of his memories will forever haunt Henry.

"Don't you... don't you see? Dear Henry, if you really didn't want her dead... you simply had to stop me the first time it happened. But you didn't... and here we are." Red splattered across Henry's face, not unlike what countless children's faces looked like the day they died. There's something so exciting, so... enticing about blood on Henry's face—it suits him.

Now Henry was going on a path much like his own, finding his own sins, and bathing in them. Allowing them to cleanse your body, tuck inside every crevice of your very being until you're nothing but the sin you've created. William's only regret is that he won't be able to watch it with his own eyes, but at least he knows one thing.

"Don't you see, dear Henry? I've won."

(3)

Counterroute for dialogue:

"Oh? Did you want me to say I regretted it? That within the depth of my very being I feel ashamed? Is that what you wanted to hear?" William chuckled, distorted and slurred from the blood trying to choke him. "I wonder, what would you have done if I said I regretted it? Would you have tried to work things out? Feel hesitant killing me... or feel even better about killing me?"

MISA MISA MISA MISS MISA MISA

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AMANE AMANE AMANE AMANE

—eat away your hunger but never stray from the nest.

roxica was in my thoughts while writing this; cw: being eaten alive; yum. more poetic than graphic though. was also thinking of hannibal when writing this.

word count: 92

Is fear natural in a situation like this? Clawing and eating away at your very being with your only choice being to accept and embrace. You're slowly feeling your insides rotten before being scooped up into a meal for one. You feel your insides empty and yet you're still being kept alive. Alive yet never living for your inability to move is exactly the way you were designed. Never stray away from your creator's message—their words a symphony in your mind. Will you ever escape or will you continue being eaten alive?