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I am the worst person to ask because I am so bad at selling them verbally and “please read this specific fanfic I wrote and you will Understand I Swear” feels lame

But here it is anyway, it’s called Simulations

And if that doesn’t work I’d be like

“have you seen this comic called ‘Love You Just The Same’”

And then if that doesn’t work I’d be like OK WELL LOOK AT THIS

And if that doesn’t work then I’d be like

So I’ve been reading Monochromatic’s Crimson Lips, which is an excellent fic you should all read Point is an image was suggested and I was told to imagine it and I was like THAT SOUNDS LIKE A CHALLENGE TO PERFORM ART so have fanart If you like my work or to get a 4k resolution version of this image, you can support me at patreon.com/willoillo!! I am also open for commissions; DM me for more info~

they're both idiots but that's okay. we like them like this

Content Warnings: Religion, food, symbolic cannibalism, symbolic gore, penis mention, Blasphemy, SO MUCH BLASPHEMY, weapons, war mention.  Mind the warnings and your health always comes first. Its a HILARIOUS story, I promise.

As always, all the names have been changed to protect people’s identities.  This is a long one, so Press J now if you want to skip it.

When my dad was a young man and still a practicing catholic, he participated in a small church communion that nearly got him and six other people excommunicated.

Father Patrick ran a small church outside of California Polytechnical and tended to be… rather more liberal in his interpretations of scripture than most of the church was, which made him something of a hit with the local students and liberally-inclined populace.  Pat went to all manner of civil demonstrations, condemned the shit out of the vietnam war and the politics that lead to it and so on.  In January of 1969 a series of incidents lead him to start exploring “nontraditional” means of holding Mass as a means of reaching out to his community and exploring his own faith, which ultimately culminated in the 1969 Easter Mass Incident.

For those of you who weren’t raised catholic, Communion is this ritual where you become one with Jesus by eating a really horrible bland wafer cookie and taking a shot of wine (called hosts), which then *literally* become the flesh and blood of jesus in your mouth, allowing him to become one with you.  It’s big McFucking deal, and you have the opportunity to take communion at every mass.  All this had to be explained to me second-hand because after this and Dad’s 51 days in the army, Dad decided he wouldn’t inflict religion on any children he might have in the future.

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“Hey dad,” Six-year old me asked the first time he told me this story after my practicing friends were talking about getting wine at church. “Isn’t that cannibalism?”

“We’re getting to that.”  He waved.

There exists a world in which, in the darkest moment of her life, trapped in a prison of her own making, Twilight Sparkle’s nightmare ended when her love for Rarity for a moment burned brighter than her miserable self-hate. A world where this was enough to free her mind, to use a necklace one last time, in time to fix what could still be fixed. But that is not this story. This is not that time. So, separated in space and time by a rescue that came far too late, Rarity and Twilight grapple with the fact that just because someone is dead doesn’t mean they’re gone. --- Or: alternate ending to my raritwi multichapter 'The Enchanted Library' where Twilight's liberation takes much, much longer than a unicorn's lifespan.