#catholic and proud

[mystandrewpasadena]

Today at Saint Andrew Church in Old Town Pasadena celebrated their First Communion with the children who attended Religious Education classes these past two years. So very proud of my class which was one of the classes.

[achillesreborn]

antidepressants worked too good, i've converted to Catholicism

[ranminfan]

The saint for finding lost things.

I gotta say, reading about him is very humbling, born from a rich family, but became a saint for the poor.

I'm practicing him, 'cause I wanna make sure to give distinct looks with different saints.

[underwaterspiderbird]

you know it, i know it, your pet rock knows it, your kyber crystal knows it, we all know it.

[r-aindr0p]

I love how you draw Rollo as a skrunkly little gremlin, can we see him being absolutely unhinged?

I did draw him a bit deranged from time to time ! Though I consider most of the art as old and a bit cringe now but here's a few ! (from latest to newest, I consider the chibi one stepping out of the mirror room coffin as a bit deranged :') ) I guess I didn't draw him unhinged unless there was a good reason to/context and I mostly get inspired to draw when I listen to music so two here are related to fire themed songs + there's a mini "comic" of post GloMas Rollo unable to be near fire without physically trembling and feel unwell

Though I'd loke to draw him unhinged more often ! I just need a context or something inspiring to do so

I'm planning on drawing more of fire scared/trauma Rollo sometime soon ! But I can take other suggestions as well :)

[ratatatastic]

"And to think we went this whole time without knowing these things"

[itsallwearecalledtodo]

happy pride remember the sacred heart of Jesus beats for all lgbt people, too

[phoenixcatch7]

Reading loz/lu fics and it's just so interesting how wide the spectrum is of their personalities.

Sometimes it's got an in universe reason (different past (usually gender or species change), recent or ongoing traumatic events, a spectacularly bad first meeting), but sometimes (often) the characters are just... Weirdly angsty or peppy, there's no in between!

And I'm beginning to think less people have played more than one game than I thought XD.

Not that it's anyone's fault! One game is more than enough to be part of it all, and loz is exclusive to Nintendo consoles - and all the older stuff is frustratingly hard to get hold of. Heck, I'm still looking for wind waker, and that was really popular! And then you have to play it! They're not small games!!

But could people writing wild please ease off just a tiiiiiny bit so he can be a semi functional member of society pretty please XD? He's just as much a polite boy as any other member of the chain! He won't even run in shops! He can't attack npcs! He talks to every single person he's ever seen and remembers every single name. Yes, he's three quarters woodland creature with a hefty amount of trauma but he's also a fashionista who managed to avoid accidentally taking sides in a mayoral election and that's not easy!

[marquisecubey]

I have a new dnd character and I’ve been drawing her so much for the past week uuuuuuhhhhhh anyway here’s sister Frenelle I named her after a type of light fixture

(Congratulations! You have clicked on the Read More and you have unlocked her long ass backstory. Enjoy this thing I sent to my dm, which I can only assume that she must have liked because she gave me a free legendary magic item lmfao. Don’t worry if you’re not up to snuff on Eberron specific lore, I catch you up on the important bits.)

The secret child of an elven nobleman and a human scholar, Frenelle Albright was born in the isolated island nation of Aerenal.

Aerenal was not a kind place to anyone who was not a full-blooded elf, and with very few flesh and blood friends to talk to, her mother's wide collection of books became her dearest companions. From an early age, the doctor saw great intelligence and curiosity in her daughter; the tomes she pulled from her mother’s shelves were leagues above her expected reading level, and by the age of eight, she could even hold entire conversations about complex historical topics.

Humans cannot wander freely across Aerenal with no reason, but it was a vital place when it came to Dr. Albright’s research. The goal of the books she was writing was to help the rest of the world gain a greater understanding of Aereni society, and to hopefully encourage them be less afraid of their open practice of necromancy. But sadly, while it was a fantastic place for a researcher, there were also very few opportunities for her bright young daughter to truly flourish and learn at her own pace. So one day, she had a difficult conversation with her daughter: For the next several years, she would stay on the island, while Frenelle would be moving across the sea to attend a boarding school in Fairhaven on her father’s coin.

Frenelle was terrified at first of being alone. She was already a terribly shy girl by nature, and the new city and climate were overwhelming. For the first month, she hardly spoke to anyone at all, not even to her teachers. However, over the next few months as she properly settled into Fairhaven, she was taken aback by how welcoming the new environment was, especially compared to the coldness of her hometown. People actually wanted to talk to her, and they remembered her name. She had peers that she could talk to about all of the math and magic and history that were bottled up for so long, and when she excelled at a topic, she was rewarded instead of scolded.

The most exciting thing about the academy was that she wasn't even the only half-elf there. Or rather, Khoravar as they called themselves, and as they called her too. The main group of khoravar who took her under their wing were a group of rambunctious kids from House Lyrandar, and it was here that she met her best friend, a boy named Leeko.

Leeko was outgoing, kind, and a bit of a hothead, but he was also passionate and smart in the same way she was. He loved all of the flying machines and massive airships that his family was building, and he talked intensely about how excited he was to pilot them one day, proudly showing off the Dragonmark of the Storm on his right hand. Despite them seeming like total opposites at a glance, the two couldn't have been closer. Every time they met up to try and study for classes, they'd end up talking for hours on end about everything from old magic to new technology. For the first time in her life, Frenelle wasn't alone.

Each year, she would return home to her mother for a couple of weeks, but as she continued to thrive in Fairview, she began to notice that the doctor was growing more isolated and depressed each year back on the island of the dead. Eventually, she was able to convince her mother to leave behind her studies, coming home with her daughter, never to return.

Frenelle quickly rose to become one of the top students in her class, graduating from her boarding school with honours and moving on to study divination magic and history at the University of Wynarn. By then, Leeko had left for the island of Stormhome to train as a pilot, but the two continued to write long, cascading letters to one another every single week.

Her unconventional background gave her a unique perspective when it came to her studies at Wynarn. This was all well and good, until it led to her constantly interrupting professors during lectures to question their biases. This was especially true when it came to the taboo field of necromancy, which she had grown up seeing as a very normal thing in her culture. Eventually, however, she quickly grew wise to the fact that if she wanted to succeed as an academic, she would need to suck up to her less worldly professors every now and again. After all, if she wanted to make her point of view known, she should attempt to hear them out as well.

While working on one of her Master's degrees, Frenelle's work ethic and passion managed to attract the attention of a temple of Aureon in Arcanix, where she was offered a position as a novice. She was hesitant to quit her studies at first, but at the urging of Leeko, who just had gotten a job as an air shuttle pilot at the floating towers, she dropped everything and accepted the massive opportunity.

In fact, the chance to see Leeko again may have been her biggest reason for moving to Arcanix, because it turns out, she had started to develop romantic feelings for him. And, as she would later come to find, he felt the exact same way. She would even learn that he had planned on marrying her, which was no small deal of course. After all, Leeko wasn’t simply just her best friend, he was an heir to House Lyrandar, the Half-Elven dynasty who controlled the rapidly growing industry of air travel across the civilized world, using the Dragonmark of the Storm that ran in their blood.

A proper, pure Dragonmark gives a person tremendous power. Most importantly to those in the twelve Dragonmarked houses, it is a predictable power. However, the same cannot be said of the unpredictable power that results when people from two different houses produce a child. Unpredictability is volatility, and volatility is danger. For the sake and the preservation of society, all marriages and sexual relations between those with different Dragonmarks are strictly prohibited.

Frenelle didn't actually notice her mark for the first few days. She had figured it was some benign skin condition, a small rash around her eye. When it didn't go away, she went to see one of the healers at the temple, who laughed when she said she had no idea what it was. When he realized she was being serious, he explained that she was a foundling, a Dragonmarked person with no previous ties to a house.

He explained that her Dragonmark of Detection was an incredible thing.

With the power of her newly manifested mark, Frenelle became an obvious standout among the rest of the clergy in ways she hadn't even thought were possible. She could look into people's thoughts, see entirely new creatures from beyond the material world. She could protect people from danger.

The royal family of Aundair was in search of a governess for their children, but not just any regular teacher would do. They needed a cleric, a person who could embody the very will of Aureon, the god of magic, knowledge, and the law itself. Their job wouldn't be just to teach, but to physically protect the future of the kingdom. And, who in the world could possibly be better for that than the gifted foundling who just landed on the steps of Arcanix?

Frenelle walked past the cockpit as she boarded the air shuttle. The pilot smiled as he called her name and waved with a childlike excitement. She lowered her head. Words that he’d never get to speak reverberated through her skull. She felt his heart sink like a rock through her own chest. He wanted to marry her.

Vows of celibacy aren't necessarily a requirement for becoming a cleric. However, many choose to take them on in an effort to avoid mortal matters clouding their judgment. It's not as though she had much of a choice in the matter. After all, when the queen who funded your schools and the god who bestowed you these powers give you a call to action, to uphold and protect the law, you listen.

So, as a cleric with a high stakes mission, Frenelle simply chose to take that mission very seriously. And you see, it's actually fine. She's fine. They're fine. It’s fine. He’s fine. They’re fine. They're all fine. She's fine. It’s fine.

[nyamcattt]

who let her cook!?! 💀

[marnievanhelsing]

First attempt at painting a jacket.

[royaltea000]

What the FUCK do y’all know about sexualizing nuns⁉️🤪

[fandomfairyuniverse]

They created the Father Philip and Sister Daniel personas very jokingly and then proceeded to beat literal people from the Bible (two of the main people from the Bible no less) in a poll. Very funny and quite iconic 10/10

[dots-in-my-head]

They have made everything beautiful in its time.

(Keeping this up an alt version without reference that I honestly like better because it’s all me babyyyyy)

[holysaintscathedral]

He's so cute, I want to devour him (X).

[hikakaomybeloveds]

Can you write some pre-relationship honey/mori about Honey being his usual affectionate self and Mori feeling really guilty for enjoying it so much?

oh my god absolutely

how'd u know i'm obsessed with guilty mori /j

Mori truly, deeply despised himself sometimes.

It was hard not to, honestly, with the way he had been thinking about Honey.

He wasn’t sure when it had started, but for awhile, he had felt… different around Honey. In ways he probably shouldn’t have, for a number of reasons. 

He had been getting a sort of smug sense of satisfaction when Honey clung to him, relishing in the way he was so often on the receiving end of Honey’s boundless amounts of affection. He had always been somewhat possessive over Honey, especially when they were children, but he truly thought he had grown out of it. But apparently not. Even worse, though, was the feelings that accompanied that satisfaction. 

Mori had always been entirely devoted to Honey. Regardless of what anyone else thought of it, he knew that he’d always be there for Honey. Live for him, even, despite how unhealthy other people thought it might be. They didn’t understand, though. They didn’t know. 

But lately… the ways that devotion showed had changed. He found himself wanting something… more with Honey. Something he knew he couldn’t have. 

Every time Honey launched himself into Mori’s arms, or crawled over to lay on him, he found himself enjoying it far more than he should. Wishing they could do more, go farther, despite the fact that that could never happen. It would never happen, for so many reasons, not the least of which being that they were cousins. But- even if they weren’t, Mori would never stoop so low as to taint Honey like that. He was perfect, as he was right now, and all that Mori acting on his feelings would do was bring Honey down. He didn’t deserve the things Mori thought about him. He deserved to stay as he was, perfect and pure and beautiful. 

So Mori pushed down everything he felt, trying to stay the rock that Honey needed. Because he did need him, truly, in ways that Mori had never questioned or judged. 

(...Truthfully, Mori needed him too.)

So when Honey came over to stay at Mori’s house for the night, he refused to let himself think about what he truly wanted to do. He stayed silent and let Honey guide him, doing what he wanted and pushing down the feelings that threatened to bubble up to the surface. 

And when Honey said he was sleepy and changed into his pajamas, Mori ignored his thoughts about how cute he looked. And then Honey was coming over to Mori’s bed, crawling into his lap with a yawn and pressing a kiss to his cheek, murmuring a soft “Love you, Takashi” before drifting off to sleep in Mori’s arms. 

…He wasn’t sure how much longer he could do this.