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[kissingmilfs]

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[scliffe]

Kuroshitsuji AU where the Phantomhive massacre never happened; Ciel did grow up to be a priest in the Phantomhive territory just as his twin brother wanted, and he kept having to exorcise demons from the body of a man named Sebastian.

Sebastian is a very attractive man—and a very successful toy store owner too; just like Ciel’s childhood dream, isn’t that such a coincidence? He’s very kind to Ciel—probably out of gratefulness for helping him—and Ciel quickly finds himself falling in love and sharing a special connection with the man, it’s just a shame that Sebastian seems to keep getting possessed by demons way too often than people normally do, doesn’t he? It’s like he just gets repossessed by demons as an excuse to keep seeing the little priest.

[theoddholloway]

Escaping from the social event…

I struggled with this one….. The hands weren’t handing, the wrinkles weren’t wrinkling…. I ended up just hiding Annie’s hands, just pretend she was issued the wrong size winter formal wear���.I still struggle with lighting…. There are so many cool drawings from talented artists, it almost makes me too afraid to post….But I’m gonna force myself to, I’ll get better…

[heavenlyraindrops]

♱Father Forgive Me (For I have Sinned) ~Chapter Twenty♱

Lucifer Morningstar x Angel!Reader Fandom: Hazbin Hotel Chapter Twenty Warnings: profanity, mentions of abuse Visit my pinned post to see all other chapters.

♱ In which the purest soul in Heaven falls from grace… for the Devil. ♱

[Chapter Twenty]

“That girl’s idea of ‘redemption’ is idiotic and… well, blasphemous.”

Charlie’s eyes welled with tears. Lucifer stared at Alastor’s microphone in shock. 

“It’s no surprise she’s come up with such a stupid idea. I suppose she takes after her father.”

Lucifer started towards Alastor, face murderous, but Vaggie had to stop him.

“Wait, let it finish,” she pleaded. Lucifer batted her hand away but didn’t move after that. Amusement glittered maliciously in Alastor’s eyes. 

“I am going to burn that hotel to the ground,” your voice said.  

“That’s it.” Lucifer snatched the cane out of Alastor’s hands, snapping it in half and tossing the remnants to the side. Charlie spluttered.

“Dad!”

Alastor sighed. “I knew I should have shown it to just Charlie. I apologise, dear,” he said, taking Charlie’s hands in his own. “It’s truly a shame you couldn’t have seen through her sooner.”

Charlie shook her head. “No, no… I… she said she believed me.” She clutched her chest, looking at everyone else, face broken. “She said she thought I was right. That she supported me.” 

Lucifer gritted his teeth, eyes still trained on Alastor. How fucking dare he try and lie, try and fake your voice, to try and run you through the mud. How dare he hurt Charlie any more than she already was. “[name] would never say that.”

Alastor quirked a brow. “And how would you know?”

“Fuuuuck you,” Lucifer hissed. He raised his hand but Charlie grabbed it, pushing it down.

“Dad, listen. How do we have any proof Alastor’s lying?”

“I fucking know he is,” Lucifer snapped. 

Charlie shook her head vigorously. “Dad, no. Please just listen-“

“She’ll be coming to the hotel. She’ll be after all of you.” Alastor cut in, the voice of reason. He eased Charlie away from Lucifer, putting an arm around her shoulder, and smiled thinly. “I suggest staying away from her.”

Lucifer looked at Vaggie, who looked stricken, and flashed her a look. She pressed her lips together and looked away. He turned to Husk, who simply dragged a hand across his face.

“I’m too fuckin tired for this,” the cat demon mumbled, dragging himself away to retire for the night. Lucifer turned back to Charlie and Alastor. 

“I’ll find her,” he said suddenly. 

“I advise you against it, Your Majesty,” Alastor sneered, but Lucifer ignored him, instead turning to Charlie. 

“I’ll find her, talk to her, clear this up.” And stalked up to Alastor. “And if I find out you’re fucking lying, trying to be some fucking slick bastard, you’ll end up just like your ugly cane- microphone- thing. Snapped in half. Got it, tampon?” He stabbed a finger into Alastor’s chest, making the man’s eye twitch.

“Crystal,” came the reply.

“Dad…” Charlie sighed and turned away, clutching her arms. Lucifer rubbed her back, steering her away from Alastor and up the stairs.

“Let’s get some sleep, Apple Pie,” he murmured. “It’s been a long night.”

Charlie nodded, too tired to reply. 

-

“You look so cute, babes,” Velvet almost purred, hands patting down your skirt. You sighed, readjusting the hem of your black top. “You’ll fit in perfectly with us.” She smirked, winking, and grabbed the back of your neck to drag you in for a selfie.

You watched her post it, not bothering to check what the caption was and instead walking around, checking out her studio. “I like your, uh… fashion stuff.”

Velvet hummed. “Right?” She looked at you up and down. “You know, you’d make the perfect model.”

“Thanks.” You rubbed your arms, not knowing how to react until Velvette grabbed your arm, tossing some more clothes over her arm and dragging you to the door. 

“C’mon. Val wants this stuff for his shoot.”

-

You’d opted to sit outside the studio doors, pulling out a cigarette Velvette had tossed you beforehand as you sat on the low, crumbling wall with the night air biting into your skin. You’d never smoked, but might as well start trying now, right? You were in Hell, after all. You looked up to the night sky, the white spot of salvation floating in it. 

“Need a lighter, toots?”

You looked up, to see a tall spider standing before you, a pink fur boa wrapped around his shoulders. He smiled, waving a lighter at you before tossing it. You fumbled to catch it.

“Uh, thanks,” you muttered, flicking it on as he clambered onto the spot next to you. 

He took an drag on his cigarette, and you took one on yours, immediately inhaling too much smoke. You tried to smother your coughs with your fist, yet unable to avoid catching an amused look from him.

He held out his hand for the lighter. “Never smoked, huh?” You handed it to him, shaking your head. “Yer supposed to breathe in slowly, baby.” Smoke curled from his lips as he spoke, before the remnants shooting out as he exhaled sharply. 

You took another drag, and breathed out slowly. “Thanks,” you muttered. “Say, what’s your name?”

“Angel Dust.” He crossed your legs, looking at you proudly as if you were supposed to gasp, or squeal, or something. You just stared at him. He raised an eyebrow. “Dontcha know who I am?”

You shook your head. “Just got here… like, today, so…”

Angel checked his wrist. “It’s one AM, toots. Musta been a long day, then, huh?”

“Mhm…” you didn’t have the heart in you to talk about it. 

“Well, I’m an actor, toots.” He winked, and you didn’t have to ask what kind of actor he was to realize. He flicked his head at the building next you. “I work for Val.”

“Cool.” You pressed your cigarette to your lips thoughtfully, gazing into the night sky. “I work with Val.”

Angel Dust stared at you. “You what?”

You looked up. “I work with Val,” you repeated.

“Since when?”

You shrugged. “Since an hour ago, I’d say.”

Angel stumbled up and away from you. “You ain’t an overlord.”

You frowned, some negative feeling buzzing in your gut at his reaction, so stood up and squared your shoulders. “Not yet I’m not. But you can expect me to make my-“ you held up two fingers, smirking, “-second debut on six-six-six news by the end of tomorrow.” You dropped your hand, as realization dawned over him. 

“Holy shit. You’re the angel.”

You blinked. “I- yeah.” 

He furrowed his brow. “And you wanna be an overlord?”

You smiled stonily. “That seems to be the best plan of action for me down here.” You swept your hand at Pentagram city, bright against the sky. “I mean, what else is there to do down here?”

“You could get redeemed.”

You froze.

“No,” you spat suddenly, whirling on him. “I don’t want to get fucking redeemed, and I’m not going anywhere near that hotel.”

He blinked. “So you do know Charlie.”

You laughed dryly. “Sure I do. And she’s got some explaining to do.”

He frowned, reaching out to you half-heartedly, then dropping his hand. “What do you mean?”

You turned away. “She’ll know what I mean.”

Angel clamped his lips together. You didn’t say anything further.

“Angel, you fucking whore you have spent way too long out there!” Valentino almost screamed, voice muffled by the thick studio walls. Angel’s face seemed to freeze with panic, until he took a shaky breath and tottered back inside the building, throwing one last glance at you. 

“Angel Dust,” you said quietly. He looked up. You raised your head. “What does he do to you?”

Angel stared at you, unable to talk. 

“Does he hurt you?” You prodded.

After a few moments of silence, you gave a wan smile. “It’s okay.” You walked up next to him, and turned to him. “We go inside together.” Grabbing his hand and squeezing it. “He can’t say anything if you were with me.”

“Thanks,” he muttered, wiping at his eyes. You wiped the smile off of your face and stared ahead.

“Consider it an apology for my little outburst earlier,” you said. Angel Dust nodded. 

You both stepped inside. 

[thepurecinnamonroll]

Au idea:

Alex is a nun and Olivia is some kind of fugitive (who used to be a detective, but things happened) seeking refuge in the church that Alex stays in, and (of course) they end up in a relationship despite Alex not even liking Olivia at first because of her flirty personality and... She's a nun— anyway

We gotta add the fact that every time Alex and Olivia do something romantic (whether they're kissing or making love), Alex would pray during or afterwards— and instead of Olivia being offended, she thinks it's adorable :D

[deadgirlwalking91]

Exciting update!

@a-dose-of-comatose and I are SO excited to let y'all know that the first draft of chapter one of 'Thou Shalt Not' has officially been finished!

You know what this means?

Dust off your bibles, drop to your knees and say a little prayer, because we are uploading the first chapter this week!

We can't wait to introduce you to our supporting cast (including a couple of OC exorcists you might recognise from 'There's No Use in Trying to Fight It' and 'Thank You for the Venom'), and of course, start delving more into Adam and Lute's story.

Did they ever meet up again after the events of 'Forgive Me, Father'? You'll have to read to find out…

Buckle up, buttercups. It's almost time ❤️

[mars-ipan]

priest au after a while

it wouldn't be complete without hinata surpassing komaeda in his freakiness eventually

the idea of hajime going full will graham and eventually reveling in his sins is fucking hilarious actually

[mstarcreates]

I saw a fan art of Captain John Price dressed as a Catholic father and it…turned into this lol. Maybe more to come.

Phillip Graves never considered himself a good man, in fact he had never really cared if he was. The only thing that had ever mattered to him was getting the job done and doing it right. Men, women and children, they were all nameless, faceless targets to him. Just another paycheck in his bank account.

Until the nightmares started.

Graves reaches his breaking point after having multiple nightmares where he’s being chased by a ghostly hooded figure in a skull mask. The episodes get so bad, he wakes up shaking, chest tight and unable to breathe. It’s like he can still feel those cold boney skeletal hands on his skin, tearing into his flesh.

The only thing that ever seems to sate it is tequila, he drinks it until he blacks out every night. Until he can no longer hear the reaper in his dreams, calling his name. He wakes up hungover, head splitting in two. It’s like his left eyeball is trying to free itself from the confines of his skull and it hurts like a bitch. He looks up, seeing a line of people and realizes he had passed out in the street.

He watches as the crowd slowly filters into the building he was leaned up against, confused as to what the hell they were doing here. Phil stumbles to his feet, blinking up at the beautiful church. At the entrance, greeting each person that came inside was a tall man, with a clean beard and warm chestnut eyes.

A sign from God, if there ever was such a thing.

[deputygonebye]

Judith is Shane's entire world. She owns his heart - has him wrapped around her finger. Her care and wellbeing comes first, so all romance must have respect for that. If someone can't love Judy, in the way that the little girl deserves, Shane won't have a relationship of any sort with them. It's done. If Judy doesn't like the person that Shane's seeing, the relationship is over, no question. Shane won't jeopardize his daughter for the possibility of romance. He's lost too much, he wouldn't be able to lose her, too.

All the heartache he's gone through just to have her, the sins he committed just to be able to be her daddy, the reconciliation and remorse; he'd rather have Judy than any love at all.

[shardkn1ght]

Newcomer advice: tag your au with a name of its own, so it'll be easier to find. In tumblr the more tags you put in and the more deranged they are the better

Thank you! I'll be sure to try and do this! The name of this AU is Hueso raised Leo AU ( very cool and original), so I'll start putting that in the tags! Thank you again for the help! :)

[heavenlyraindrops]

♱Father Forgive Me (For I have Sinned) ~Chapter Eighteen♱

Lucifer Morningstar x Angel!Reader Fandom: Hazbin Hotel Chapter Eighteen Warnings: profanity Visit the first tag on this post to see all other chapters.

♱ In which the purest soul in Heaven falls from grace… for the Devil. ♱

[Chapter Eighteen]

a/n: holy shit 2k words long? This is worth two whole chapters yall ig that’s how yk shits about to go down

Your feet hit the ground, the darkness of the alleyway shrouding with you with the shadows as you retracted your wings into your back, making them disappear. Peeking your head round the corner, you tentatively stepped out.

You prayed you wouldn’t be too noticeable- surely you couldn’t draw too much attention if you just acted natural. Weaving through the people on the streets, you made your way through the town.

You’d seen it from overhead, strangely one of the only places that seemed more welcoming than the rest of the areas in Hell. Your wings had been aching after spending so long flying that you’d given in and let yourself down.

You tried to not make eye contact with anyone, but accidentally glanced at a couple of people’s faces, noticing the strange lack of eyes, instead pairs of black holes replacing them in people’s faces. Gulping, you kept your gaze glued back to the ground. 

You saw your silhouette flash in the corner of your vision through a shop window, and involuntarily froze, stepping closer to the grass. You looked different.

More demonic.

You tried to swallow the lump growing in your throat as you took in your new appearance, bile rising in your throat before quickly turning away and briskly moving on. 

“Ow!” 

You stumbled back, unable to stop a small curse escaping your lips. A woman stared at you, her knuckles turned white at clutching her umbrella as she tipped her hat back to get a proper look at you, empty black eyes roving up and down your body.

So much for not drawing any attention.

Gulping again, and you tried to squeak out a small “Sorry!” Before trying to hurry around her, but she stopped you, a hand on your arm pulling you back. 

“Are you alright, dear?” She asked, face soft with concern. You blinked. “Your face’s all cut up.”

“Is it? Oh.” You laughed nervously. “I didn’t notice. I-I’ll be fine.” You tried to pull away but her grip tightened. You looked up at her in panic.

“I’ve seen you somewhere,” she said, and now her face had turned serious. You laughed even harder this time, the sound hysterically tumbling from you as you tried to reel the situation back under your control.

“I doubt you have, miss,” you assured her quickly, before turning away, right into someone else’s chest.

You looked up, and all you saw was red.

“Now, I’m sure I have.” She shuffled over to both you and the tall red man. You caught two small antlers poking out from his hair, and stifled a chuckle. “I’m Rosie, and this is Alastor.” She gestured over to the deer. He extended a hand, static crackling in his voice.

“Pleasure to be meeting you, dear,” he grinned. You stared at the hand, before taking it gingerly. 

“And you…” her eyes fixed onto you. “You’re the fallen angel.” 

You opened your mouth but no sound came out. Alastor’s red eyes narrowed onto you. You felt them burning, and looked away as you let out a small, tense chuckle. “Guilty.”

Rosie laughed, slapping a hand onto Alastor’s shoulder. “Oh sweetheart, don’t worry.” Her lips stretched into an even wider smile. 

“We won’t eat you,” Alastor smirked.

“Although you do look delicious.” 

You didn’t know whether to be thankful or not. “Oh. Thank you.”

Alastor’s hand found your arm, nails digging into your skin as he drew you close, linking arms. “But we would like it if you could…”

“Join us for tea!” Rosie cut in. They both shared a meaningful glance.

You looked at the sky, heart thrumming insistently. “It’s getting quite dark.”

“Perfect,” Alastor replied, voice dripping with something sinister as he and Rosie led you through the streets to outside a small café. Rosie’s hands closed around your shoulders.

“We can get you something nice to wear on the way,” she said, glancing pointedly at your torn clothes.

“Lovely,” you muttered. They both smiled.

-

“So. Tell us everything.”

Rosie and Alastor both smiled at you expectantly over the table. You stared at the steaming cups before you, then them, then back at the cups. 

“Look, I…I appreciate this.” You gestured to the table, the tea, your fresh clothes. “Whatever this even is. But I need to leave.”

Alastor once again put his hand on your arm. You stared down at it. “I suggest otherwise, dear,” he said, smile strained and sharp as his eyes flickered with embers. You slowly lowered yourself back into the chair, gulping.

“Tell us. Why exactly are you in Hell?” He knitted his fingers together, face inquisitive. Rosie took a sip of the tea.

“I’d rather not disclose that information,” you said coldly. Rosie laughed.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart, but I think you would.” She smiled sweetly.

You scowled, gripping a tighter hold on your cup. 

“Don’t frown now, honey. You know you’re never…”

“Fully dressed without a smile,” Alastor finished. He leaned closer. “Why are you in Hell?”

You didn’t say anything.

Rosie’s face softened. “Come now, honey. You know we only want to help you.” She placed her hand over yours, and it was soft, warm. Her face held sincerity. “We just want to know what happened to you.”

You sneaked a suspicious look at Alastor, one that didn’t go unnoticed.

“I apologise if I may have come off as…” he waved his hand. “Strong. Off putting.” He sighed. “Believe me, darling, if we had wanted to hurt you or take you by force we would have.” He shot you a meaningful glance. “Most sinners wouldn’t be as forgiving.”

You gulped, a powerful wave of fatigue suddenly crashing over you as the events of the past few days finally caught up to you.

“You can trust us, sweetie,” Rosie said softly.

You dragged your hands across your face. “I…Heaven kicked me out…”

“We can tell,” Alastor remarked. “Why?”

“I got in a relationship with a…” you waved your hand around vaguely. “A resident of this place.”

“Who?”

You chewed your lip, their soft words coaxing out tired and broken answers. “Lucifer.”

The both fell into shocked silence, and exchanged another glance. But you ploughed on, determined to finish now that you had started. “They found out, cause someone-“ Your throat closed up “-tipped them off, and kicked me out.” You rose, spreading your palms across the table. “I need to find Lucifer and Charlie. Lucifer-“ you choked up. “He’ll help me. I know he will.”

“Is your name [name], by any chance?” Rosie raised an eyebrow. You looked at her and Alastor.

“Yes.” Your eyes narrowed.

“Charlie mentioned you,” Alastor explained. He quickly looked at Rosie, and flicked his head in one subtle movement. Rosie’s brows shot up, but she walked away, leaving you and Alastor standing in the flickering lights of the café window. 

“You know Charlie?” You asked, eyes brightening with hope, but your question was ignored.

“I’m afraid I have something to tell you, dear,” he chuckled, adjusting his monocle as he stood up and drew you in by the shoulder. He flicked his cane, gesturing to the darkening streets. “Shall we go for a stroll?”

You stared at him. “Sure.”

You both started off down the street, his arm still firm around your shoulder. “So, Lucifer and Charlie, is it?”

You nodded wordlessly.

“And you think they’ll help you?”

Your stomach twisted with dread, but your chest clenched with determination. “I don’t think, I know.”

He looked at you with pity. It made your shoulders tremble. “I wouldn’t be too sure, darling.”

“What do you mean.” You clenched your hands into fists, fighting to keep your voice even as he broke away to face you.

“I mean, my dear, that they won’t.”

You laughed, but it was forced. “And explain that to me.”

He leaned on his cane nonchalantly, and a burst of anger flared up in your gut. “Charlie… she was the one who tipped off Heaven.” He inspected his nails closely.

“No she wasn’t,” you pointed out sharply. “It was Lute- the general-“ you winced. “-the new leader of the exorcist army.”

“Really? And you think the word of one single person could convince Heaven?” He stepped closer. “What evidence exactly did Lute provide?”

You stared at him. “A bracelet.”

He laughed mockingly. “A bracelet.” Your face burned with embarrassment. “Tell me, my dear, exactly how a bracelet could provide suitable, concrete evidence?”

You thought hard, but couldn’t come up with anything. “It was a special bracelet. It could have raised suspicions-“

“But they would need someone to confirm them.”

As much as you hated this, everything he was saying made sense. And you couldn’t come up with anything to counter his argument. “You’re just a stranger. Why should I listen to you?”

“Whether you listen to me or not is up to you.” His cheshire grin glinted in the dark night. “But perhaps you should simply hear me.”

You chewed your lip. “Go on, then.” You flicked your hand at him.

“As for Lucifer… when you landed here, in Hell, it was on the news, yes?”

You nodded, dread making you feel lightheaded. 

“Lucifer saw, and he simply said that you could help yourself.” He stepped even closer. “That he wouldn’t care if you lived or died- that you had landed here by your own fault, and that you weren’t his problem.” He leaned down to whisper in your ear. “That he didn’t care about you.”

You froze.

“He didn’t love you,” Alastor continued, before flicking his eyes up to your face. “But it isn’t your fault that you’re here, is it darling?” You couldn’t make a sound. “He tempted you.”

“You don’t even know half the story,” you said shakily. “You don’t know the truth.”

“For all you know, he could have set you up.”

“No, no. No… you don’t…” you tried to move away, but you couldn’t.

“If he truly loved you, don’t you think he’d try and save you?”

“You have no proof.” Your fist clenched even tighter, nails cutting into your palm and drawing golden blood. 

“Oh, but I do.”

And with that, he tapped the microphone on his cane. You stood, enraptured, as Lucifer’s unmistakeable voice flowed out.

“I don’t care if she lives or dies. I don’t care at all…” It crackled, then cut to another audio. “No, I don’t love her…” Another. “…someone else…” Another. “[name] isn’t my problem. It’s her own fault she’s ended up here. Try to save her? Are you serious? Just leave her for the Vees.”

The last one was a blow to your chest.

“Love her? Are you serious? She’s just some girl, a good distraction for a while.”

You sucked in a deep breath, then let it out slowly again. Turning away. “I need to go,” you gasped, and before Alastor could grab you you’d flung yourself into the dark night, your mind a storm of thoughts. 

Eventually, the familiar shadow of a building loomed into the distance. The building where the three overlords had captured you. 

They were powerful. They were useful. 

The window was still broken. You flapped your wings as you slowed to a stop, kicking your legs out to lose momentum before dropping into the room, gingerly stepping over the broken glass scattered across the floor. You looked up and around. The room was dark and empty. 

Taking in a shuddery breath, you sank to the floor. 

Reality finally crashed over you.

Tears stung your eyes, sobs bubbling up past your throat as you fought to stifle them vainly. They racked through your body, tears streaming down your face as you covered your mouth. 

Adam died, Lute hated you, you’d never see Emily again because you’d let Lucifer tempt you. You dragged your nails across your skin, relishing in the pain it gave you, the pain that morphed into anger. 

He had tempted you. Had you forgotten who he really was? What he really was?

He was the devil. He was temptation incarnate, and he had sought to lead you to ruin. The burning-red thoughts made your head spin, turning you dizzy with fury. The reason you were lying here, bruised and broken, seeking those who wanted to harm you, was him. 

The anger dissipated, breaking down back into sadness. How could he just leave me like this? Was I a mere distraction? Your heart tore apart. 

He took everything from me. 

The door to the room slowly creaked open, and you heard someone swear, footsteps racing towards you.

“You-“

You looked up. Velvette stepped back quickly, startled. “What happened to you?”

Vox followed soon after her. You searched, but Valentino was nowhere to be found. “Oh, you, great, you’re here. Wait, why the fuck are you here?”

“We’ve been looking for you everywhere,” Velvette chipped. You blinked at her hazily.

“Look, we-“ Vox seemed disconcerted at your strangely calm demeanour, despite your crazed appearance, but ploughed on. “Ignore Valentino. We want you to work with us.”

“Work with you?” You murmured softly. Your lips barely moved.

“Yes. Work.” Velvette looked at you. “You’re an angel. You’re, like, ten times more powerful than any other sinner or overlord here in Hell.”

“You’d be a perfect addition to our team,” Vox finished. 

You looked at them both for what seemed like ages. They both glanced at eachother, wondering if you were going to say anything.

Finally, you spoke: “What’s in it for me?”

“We’ll give you anything you want,” Vox said, voice laced with desperation. “Power, money, safety. We’ll give you anything.”

You hummed thoughtfully.

“Just tell us what you want,” Velvette assured you. “What do you want, angel girl?” You looked up at her, finally finding your answer.

“Revenge.”

[dustykanvas]

attempting to animate my drawings in after effects!! i think it's not too terrible an attempt for a complete noob lmao btw this is supposed to be adult au ryohei but i accidentally made him too beefy

i'm aware this is completely different in vibe from what i usually draw lmao forgive me i had some sinful thoughts

[deadgirlwalking91]

What are ideas for the “Forgive me father” au??

Hey, Anon!

From @a-dose-of-comatose and I:

Without any crazy spoilers, one of our favorite character relationships (besides Adam and Lute OBVIOUSLY ❤️) is with Rosie

Lute might not be an exorcist in this AU, but boy oh boy is she still out here killing the sinners 😉

Enjoy the first shared snippet from the priest AU below the cut ❤️

“He’s what?” one woman standing near the weights rack whispered to another, who was fitting a glove to her hand.

“He’s a priest?”

“What a handsome young man, what are you doing here?”

“Rosie, come say hi—he’s a priest!” Susan called, wrapping her towel around her neck. Lute had to bite her lip to stop herself from laughing—she should have known the old women would obsess over him.

She could see why, too. Seeing him out of his stuffy clerics and in a t-shirt and shorts was really quite…something.

All of a sudden, the room grew quite warm, and Lute was sure it had nothing to do with the temperature outside, given the mornings were still cool.

"Well, well, well, aren't you somethin' to look at here! Much nicer than my old Franklin!" Rosie—who for a woman in her sixties still stood rather tall—placed her hands on her hips and grinned up at Father Adam.

Shit, was she supposed to think of him as 'Father Adam' outside the church? Or was he just… 'Adam'?”

[mars-ipan]

you on dr-thirst-confessions when a new anon shows up

now i'm picturing hinata sitting in the booth and just going through his ao3 history

REALLLL come forth my children i will lead you to the light (I Will Encourage You To Get Worse)

[m00nryy]

Hua Cheng "you should not worship Gods, you are a God"

He knelt down in front of the one seated upon the altar, dressed in a black robe with a white collar, he kissed the instep of his foot sending a shiver to travel the other's body.

Xie Lian "To be a God is to be without fault, to be a human is to be flawed. I am but a simple follower of the lord, a mere human."

"Thou shalt love God above all beings."

Hua Cheng "If God is above all then you are God, for to me there is no one above you, and I love you above all"

“Thou shalt have no other Gods before me.”

Hua Cheng "There is no other God but you. No one is more worthy of worship than you. No one is as holy and divine as you. Neither in hell nor in heaven"

But for a disciple of the lord to be worshiped as a god, wouldn't it be a great sin?

To sin is human.

To be a human is to sin.

But wasn't a priest also a human?

And wasn't a demon a human once?

To be a sinner you only have to be human.

To be a God you only have to be worshiped.

[prozacgooble]

Bonerhead? I hardly know her!

Kid called me a bonerhead so I vaporized all seven billion billion billion of his atoms