#christian themes
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
Text
Crowley and Aziraphale have very Jesus-like elements to them when you consider that Jesus wasn't WITH all the religious leaders
He criticized the Pharisees and actively went against them for being hypocrites. They were supposed to represent the side of good, but fall short, instead abusing their power
(Quotes from Matthew 23 to make a point)
"Woe to you, teachers of the law and Pharisees, you hypocrites! You travel over land and sea to win a single convert, and when he becomes one, you make him twice as much a son of hell as you are. Woe to you, blind guides! You say, `If anyone swears by the temple, it means nothing; but if anyone swears by the gold of the temple, he is bound by his oath.' You blind fools! Which is greater: the gold, or the temple that makes the gold sacred? In the same way, on the outside you appear to people as righteous but on the inside you are full of hypocrisy and wickedness!"
Heaven in good omens is a lot like this. They misconstrue plans and take a "holier than thou" approach while Crowley and Aziraphale connect with the heart of humanity. They get their hands dirty and risk sacrificing themselves to save it. They put it before themselves.
Jesus acted as a bridge between humanity and the Heavens. Crowley and Aziraphale may form a similar bridge, but for Heaven and Hell to see humanity rather than the other way around
They need to put angels and demons in their place, but more importantly, show them earth and all the humans that care for it
#I really really want Aziraphale to intensely and poetically call out heaven like Jesus did the pharisees#in a very AVAUNT! sort of way#good omens meta#aziraphale meta#good omens#ineffable husbands#aziracrow#aziraphale#crowley#crowley good omens#god good omens#jesus good omens#christian themes#queer christian#if you consider that Jesus is equal parts human and God#He's ALSO on His own side
84 notes
·
View notes
Text
Hail Mary
Homelander x Unnamed OC
She’d left the faith a long long long time ago. But with a quickly growing desperation, she decides to cry for help.
CW: This is very much a vent fic and Christian themes are prevalent. Also full disclosure, the relationship between Homelander and the OC in this fic is not fluffy and is perceived as one-sided from the OC’s pov.
Homelander is long asleep as she finishes her prayers. Her eyes sting from scrunching them closed, as though the discomfort will send the words up faster. She means every word. She may doubt the effectiveness but the sentiment is sincere. The hope is too, even though most people not privy to her thoughts would hardly call her a believer.
Still, she’s nice and kinder than the people at Vought deserve. She’s so sickly sweet that it makes her stomach turn sometimes. It’s as if she’s trying to make up for his cruelty tenfold. She’s sure it’s appreciated. She highly doubts it’s respected. She knows it isn’t trusted. How could it be? When a soft word from her is quickly lost in the echo of his hatred.
She can’t change him with her love. It’s futile and stupid to believe so. He sees her as a warm body. An easy lay he can turn to when he doesn’t want to try too hard. Her adoration is appreciated…but not respected. He isn’t cruel to her but he isn’t exactly kind either. The only moments of true tenderness happen after a good fuck, and even those moments quickly fade. It didn’t used to be like this. Not until his grand plan. She’s human. A fact he was able to overlook before is now a dirty little secret. She knows when the time comes he’ll tie up this sordid loose end.
She opens her eyes and stares up at herself in the mirror. Her face is blank. The accusing stare of her other self having long given up the fight. She pictures herself a martyr, dying for love. A blasphemy that threatens to cancel out her recent pleas to heaven. He’s rubbing off on her. She’s starting to inflate her own importance in order to justify some reason for her actions. Not unlike Homelander’s mad claims of his divinity. She chides herself. She doesn’t believe she can save him. But she holds one last hope that powers that are greater than her might. Faith during adversity, that has to count for something. Even if her backside hasn’t felt a pew since she was a teenager and this is a desperate hail mary to erase the writing on the wall.
“But who prays for Satan? Who in eighteen centuries, has had the common humanity to pray for the one sinner that needed it most”
Mark Twain isn’t exactly a biblical figure. But the quote makes sense to her. So she prays and prays and prays. Homelander would mock her for it if he knew. Then he’d roll her under him and make her cry his name to the heavens. Double whammy, blasphemy and premarital sex in one fell swoop. Her old pastor would be appalled. At least this time his fire and brimstone rails against her religious shortcomings would hold some weight. She holds shame for her complicity in Homelander’s crimes but she’ll never feel shame for the sex. It’s the only time she feels truly holy.
It’s one of God’s greatest commands, isn’t it? To love. She’s read that passage enough times. And she does love Homelander. So much so that she’s willing to give up her life for him. It’s why she doesn’t run away as she sees fate speeding towards them like a freight train.
John 15:13.
Or maybe she’s just fixated on the whole martyr thing again.
She startles a little bit as he moans and twitches in his sleep beside her. His brow furrows as he grips the sheets, the fabric clearly strained to its limits. He’s having a nightmare. And she fights back the urge to wake him out of it. Her throat closes up at the memory of the last time she tried, how he’d gripped her around the neck and squeezed in his lingering panic. No apology was given but he was so sweet to her the week after that she almost fooled herself into believing that her desperate pleas might have reached heaven after all. So no, she doesn’t comfort him. That will have to wait till the morning, if he even admits something was wrong at all. He’s stopped admitting a lot of things to her. He just can’t risk the ever looming plan.
Maybe it is a lost cause.
“God helps those that help themselves” She doesn’t remember where that’s from. If it’s from the bible or if it’s merely a quote that fits perfectly regardless of the origins. Homelander certainly isn’t interested in helping himself out of the growing pit he’s digging beneath him. Well…not in any way that really matters. How can he? How can he crawl out when all he’s ever known is darkness?
She remembers the story of Moses. Rameses (it was Rameses wasn’t it?) was no peach. He was a slaver and a cruel ruler to the israelites. Not someone to be admired at all. Even at the peril of Egypt, he’d refused to let Moses’s people go.
Except that wasn’t quite true, was it?
Exodus 9:12.
“And the LORD hardened the heart of Pharaoh, and he hearkened not unto them; as the LORD had spoken unto Moses.”
Exodus 9:27
“Then Pharaoh summoned Moses and Aaron. “This time I have sinned,” he said to them. “The LORD is in the right, and I and my people are in the wrong.”
Exodus 10:1
“And the LORD said unto Moses, Go in unto Pharaoh: for I have hardened his heart, and the heart of his servants, that I might shew these my signs before him:”
The verses pelt her mind like heavy rain. Her butt may not have felt a pew in a while but she still remembers. It had never seemed quite fair to her. Perhaps the plagues could have been avoided, had a point not needed to be made. He was about to let them go. God had removed his agency for the sake of a plan already written in the stars. Ramses deserved punishment undoubtedly but for a God who was all about redemption…
“You’re cherry picking”
Mr. Fire and Brimstone speaks directly in her mind. That was always her cardinal sin. She sought out the good and ignored the judgement. She had the gall to question. It used to drive him mad. The fact that she’d never felt the urge to hate. He couldn’t scare her straight and it had wounded his pride.
Homelander didn’t need God to harden his heart anyway. Vought had done that themselves.
There’s another whimper from the man beside her and her fingers twitch as she aches to soothe him. She’s survived the pain once and he’s suffered more than she’s ever had to. Surely, the pros outweigh the risks. She can take what comes if it means she can ease the burden he carries.
Damn…she just can’t shake the martyrdom. As if
her actions aren’t selfish. As if her prayers aren’t a slap in the face to everyone he’s hurt. She can’t lose him. Her pleas are self-serving at best, downright cruel at worst. If divine intervention does happen, then God has stolen justice straight from the hands of Homelander’s victims. Redemption is a nice enough thought, when there’s no bodycount.
Mumbled begging she can’t quite make out fills the silence now. A single tear drips down her cheek. A moment so perfectly, obnoxiously, melancholy, that it might have even won an Oscar had she been lucky enough to merely be an actor in a tragedy instead of a willing participant. Her throat tightens.
Please
She prays.
Do whatever you want to me. Damn me to hell in his place. But please save him. I can’t. The world can’t. Please. Please save him from himself.
No reply from the heavens but the mumbling stops. The nightmare passes. Salvation this isn’t but perhaps some peace. Perhaps the two of them aren’t lost to their grim fate after all.
Perhaps since his heart is already as hard as stone, heaven will decide to soften it instead. It would be a true blue miracle. God remembering his promise to Noah before he used Homelander to wipe the slate clean once more. A little rainbow emerging from the cold white sterility of Homelander’s childhood.
She’ll keep her faith. She’ll keep praying for her sinner. And maybe, just maybe, she can finally take a break from the martyrdom.
#the very definition of write for yourself#the very definition of vent fic#parsing though my very complicated relationship with faith#christian themes#bible verses#this is purely personal and not meant to be an endorsement of anything#homelander#please heed the content warning#Homelander x OC#oc fic#I’m sorry I know people were probably hoping for the next chapter of Baker’s Dozen#and it IS coming#but I’ve been in a pretty rough headspace for a while#this was very cathartic to write#angst
9 notes
·
View notes
Text
So I started watching the Percy Jackson show, and I just wondered if I'm the only one noticing the (probably unintentional) Christian parallels and themes?
#something something eternity in the hearts of men something something#something something all men long for God and redemption and salvation something something#christian parallels#christian themes#percy jackon and the olympians#percy jackson
7 notes
·
View notes
Text
Washed Away
Little girls prayed for ponies
I prayed for restart
I prayed to be ripped to pieces
For the fire to burn
Ashes to ashes
From the ashes arise something new
Redo
I was too ruined, corrupt, broken
Like the earth I must be drowned out
If he could wash away an entire planet
Why not one whole person
If entire creation needed decimation
Why not me?
Like Noah and his ship survived my body would remain a vestige
But all that made me me must go
Like the sinners of the earth
Washed away
#religion#religious trauma#tw religious themes#religious poetry#religious poem#sad poetry#poems and poetry#christian poetry#original poetry#sad poem#poem#original poem#poetry#poets on tumblr#writers and poets#poetic#christian themes#christianity#noah’s ark#noah’s arc#spilled ink#spilled in poetry
2 notes
·
View notes
Text
Christina T in "Catholic Guilt" by Skye Tan and Randolph Tan.
#skye tan#randolph tan#christina t#fashion photography#editorial#religious themes#christian themes#guilt#nun#habit#feathers#pretty#beauty
15 notes
·
View notes
Text
The Boy in the Castle: Masterpost
(Image: Wikipedia)
Summary:
Far, far away in the lands to the East, in the time of horses and carriages, a smuggler named Ilya is hired to transport a mysterious woman in disguise and her 9-year-old son into the active war zone which they ought to be escaping.
Chapter list:
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9
#i dont do stories where im timed to get to the end#this is as close as an inklings challenge as you'll probably ever get from me#because its a short story i wrote with christian themes at the correct time of year#salt and light#christian themes#writing#my writing#the boy in the castle
7 notes
·
View notes
Text
painterly art I made
3 notes
·
View notes
Text
Thoughts on Ravenloft and Cristian Influence in the Gothic Horror Genre
I want to briefly note that Gothic-Horror isn't innately Christian, However, Christian Mythology and Ideals are baked into it's themes and archetypes, and the way this affects Gothic-Horror in settings that are overtly not Christian is interesting.
Also, here a "Cristian Setting" refers to one where the christian god is confirmed-- indirectly or otherwise-- to exist, is the "top deity" and still all-loving. IE, Shin Megami Tensei isn't.
Ravenloft is interesting because it's a campaign setting in D&D lore, meaning that it's openly polytheist.
In Ravenloft, A pair of fairly interesting concepts exist, namely, Dark Lords and the Dark Powers.
A critical Piece of the Gothic-Horror Genre is a Transgression, A specific act in word or deed that opposes the "natural order", causing a character to be Corrupt/Evil/Sinful/Tragic, etc.
For example, Dracula forsakes god, Dr.Frankenstein creates the Monster, etc.
In Ravenloft Lore, a Dark Lord is essentially a character who performs a transgression, whereas the "Dark Powers" are essentially whatever punishes/curses them to their torment.
For example, Dracula can Never Reunite with his Lover, Frankenstein's Monster kills him, etc.
So, the Dark Powers are essentially a Pantheon of tormentors designed to enforce the rules of a Gothic Horror Story, IE, transgression against the natural order, tragic villains who curse themselves, etc. In Gothic Fiction proper, this role is usually assigned to god.
So, Are the Dark Powers Angels of an unseen analogue to the Cristian God, or am I tripping?
3 notes
·
View notes
Text
Artist: John William Waterhouse
The Annumciation 1914
2 notes
·
View notes
Text
Name
By any other name
Would you want to be called?
Your birth name,
Maybe a nickname picked up in school,
No,
What about what your guilt calls you,
Bad child,
Bad parent,
What type of person are you really?
Deep inside, you know
You know the guilt
The regrets
The times, places, and things
That you wish you had a do over for
You can live there
Or
You can be called,
Redeemed
Saved
Sanctified
Adopted
Grafted back into the family of God
Oh He knows,
He knows all about that thing,
That habit,
That bone deep regret,
He knows,
Still,
He stands with open arms,
Waiting for you to come home
Not by any old name
But by one He has carved in His palm
By His own Name,
He has given you,
The only name that matters,
His!
3 notes
·
View notes
Text
The Immaculate Conception (1768), Giovanni Battista Tiepolo
#art#art history#art detail#art details#oil painting#oil paint#rococo#rococo art#christian art#christian themes#snake#cherubim#classical art#my posts
4 notes
·
View notes
Text
“Either you kill Kyle Moore… or we will.”
Sawyer Reyes should be your typical college student subsisting on reheated pizza and vanilla wafers. But unlike most college students, Sawyer’s degree lies in the grip of the city’s most ruthless villains. So when she’s faced with the decision to reveal her roommate’s secret identity or lose her hard fought degree, there’s really only one choice.
Read "The Hero Dies in the End" - a young adult fiction novel
Purchase a physical copy (Fall 2024)
#books#author#writer#indieauthor#heroes#villains#college#webnovel#web novel#tapas#tapas creator#tapas action#action#action/thriller#first person#adhd character#christian themes#roommates#betrayal#enemies to friends#beginnings#endings#readers of tumblr#books and reading#reading
0 notes
Text
"Despite everything I had put her through, Leah continued to shine like an angel on earth."-Lucy (probably)
#art#artists on tumblr#my art#artwork#digital art#halo#religious imagery#religious themes#heavenly#the kozlovs#sadgirl#christian themes#angelic#angelcore#digital artist#artist on tumblr#laki logan#oc artwork
1 note
·
View note
Text
Event Horizon - The River
I wrote a long time ago that I would hesitate to call my novels “Christian Novels.” There are too many things that go on in them that are ugly. There are murders. There are sexual assaults. There are drugs. But that doesn’t stop the Word of God from being spoken, expanded on, and demonstrated. For the message in Event Horizon, here is for your reading pleasure, a small excerpt: “But changing…
#Christian novels#Christian perspective#Christian themes#Christianity#Deliverance#Grace#Jesus#Salvation#Writing
0 notes
Text
Life’s Blessing
Sometimes I lie awake at night
Wondering why my chest feels so tight
Why I can't seem to open up to anyone.
Why life just doesn't seem fun
People say that life is a blessing and I know that it is
But wonder why the universe chose me of all
people to live.
It's a one in a million shot that I made it here
today.
So why do I not want to stay?
I want to go to a place far away, where I'm not so awkward. I don't trip on my feet.
Where everything just feels more complete.
And I know a lot of people have it much worse than I
So I don't understand why I want to die.
Except I don't really want to die, I just don't want to live.
But maybe I still have more to give.
Maybe that's why I'm on this earth today.
Maybe I still have something to say.
Things will get better as life moves on.
Maybe there's hope for the future and that hope lies in me.
If I go on to become who God called me to be.
#this is one of the first poems I made that I can remember#unless you count the Hans villain song I wrote called Love is An Open Wound#this was made at the start of Covid#i was in middle school#poems and poetry#original poems#original poem#poem#christianity#christian themes#female poets#christian poetry
5 notes
·
View notes
Text
Nanowrimo 2023
It's that time again when my thoughts turn to Halloween and writing 50K in a month and the anguish of writing about shifters & vampires and being a Jesus-loving girl. I've participated in this November monthly challenge for quite some time and always tend to walk away disappointed at and with @nanowrimo and my regional leaders. I think it's because I expect to be welcomed listened to and genuinely brought into the group, like it is with the Christian ladies and circle I'm a part of. I'm not in my twenties or thirties, sadly, nor do I know what college life and working and having lots of friends is like today. I have a small group of very good close friends and one or two friends with a lot of similarities. My library doesn't do anything for the month and when there are write-ins it's in a neighboring city I don't want to catch a regional bus and be at the mercy of their schedule. So maybe I see about starting one, is the thought/notion that comes to me. So if that part of the event isn't as I like it then why do I participate? I enjoy the Instagram posts and challenges and that accountability even if no one acknowledges them. That in a way feels somewhat like I'm in a community. After reading Elizabeth Gilbert's Big Magic in 2019 I wrote 35K for that year's Nanowrimo meeting my goal for the first time in quite a long time and proving to myself that I can do it even with other things going on. I've had a running plan as to what to do with the characters I've had since my early teens and the mass of vampires I felt that were truly in the world. I'm finding myself rethinking that plan and looking at the entire thing from a different angle that I haven't ever before. I get so overwhelmed with the entire world that I can't see straight. It's all about the "feels right" and my thoughts are like, I should get it down on paper, thoughts. Like yikes! Did Tolkien write out all about the Elves and Dwarfs? So I think I'm going to try to hang on to this different sort of thinking and feeling and use some of what's written already and try to write 50K with the previous post inspiring me. Directing me... but how? How do I write a Pharoah? I sense it's all about taking your fear and running internal thoughts captive and realizing it's not going to be fully ready when I finish writing. It's an art that you need to get the hair off of polish the frame and dress it properly. I follow a couple Christian writers that have no spice in their books and if these ladies can do it, I am no different and can do it with all the hurt and healing I've survived and done. God willing.
Keep me accountable by finding me on Nanowrimo. Thank you.
#nanowrimo 2023#writer#amateur writer#worldbuilding#speculative fiction#werewolf fiction#vampire fiction#christian themes#speculative fantasy christian fiction#speculative fantasy
1 note
·
View note