#fathers of chruch

[otterscaletta]

ESP “Habiendo la Iglesia católica, instruida por el Espíritu Santo, según la doctrina de la sagrada Escritura y de la antigua tradición de los Padres, enseñado en los sagrados concilios, y últimamente en este general de Trento, que hay Purgatorio; y que las almas detenidas en él reciben alivio con los sufragios de los fieles, y en especial con el aceptable sacrificio de la misa; manda el santo Concilio a los Obispos que cuiden con suma diligencia que la sana doctrina del Purgatorio, recibida de los santos Padres y sagrados concilios, se enseñe y predique en todas partes, y se crea y conserve por los fieles cristianos. Exclúyanse empero de los sermones, predicados en lengua vulgar a la ruda plebe, las cuestiones muy difíciles y sutiles que nada conducen a la edificación, y con las que rara vez se aumenta la piedad. Tampoco permitan que se divulguen, y traten cosas inciertas, o que tienen vislumbres o indicios de falsedad. Prohíban como escandalosas y que sirven de tropiezo a los fieles las que tocan en cierta curiosidad, o superstición, o tienen resabios de interés o sórdida ganancia. Mas cuiden los Obispos que los sufragios de los fieles, es a saber, los sacrificios de las misas, las oraciones, las limosnas y otras obras de piedad, que se acostumbran hacer por otros fieles difuntos, se ejecuten piadosa y devotamente según lo establecido por la Iglesia; y que se satisfaga con diligencia y exactitud cuánto se debe hacer por los difuntos, según exijan las fundaciones de los testadores, u otras razones, no superficialmente, sino por sacerdotes y ministros de la Iglesia y otros que tienen esta obligación”

Concilio de Trento (1545-1563)

ENG

"Since the Catholic Church, instructed by the Holy Spirit, according to the doctrine of sacred Scripture and the ancient tradition of the Fathers, has taught in the sacred councils, and lately in this general of Trent, that there is Purgatory; and that the souls detained in it receive relief with the suffrages of the faithful, and especially with the acceptable sacrifice of the Mass; the Holy Council commands the Bishops to take great care that the sound doctrine of Purgatory, received from the holy Fathers and sacred councils, is taught and preached everywhere, and is created and preserved by the Christian faithful. However, be excluded from sermons, preached in the vulgar tongue to the rude plebs, the very difficult and subtle questions that lead nothing to edification, and with which piety is rarely increased. Also do not allow things that are uncertain, or that have glimpses or indications of falsehood, to be divulged and dealt with. Forbid as scandalous and a stumbling block to the faithful those that touch on a certain curiosity, or superstition, or have traces of interest or sordid gain. But let the Bishops take care that the suffrages of the faithful, that is to say, the sacrifices of Masses, prayers, alms-offerings and other works of piety, which they are accustomed to do for other faithful departed, are carried out piously and devoutly as established by the Church; and that it be fulfilled with diligence and exactitude how much should be done for the deceased, according to the foundations of the testators, or other reasons, not superficially, but by priests and ministers of the Church and others who have this obligation.”

Council of Trent (1545-1563)

purgatory

[otterscaletta]

"Men are always willing to inquire and find out about the lives of others, but they are lazy to know themselves and to correct their own lives."

—Saint Augustine of Hippon.

[monicascot]

Do You Identify As A Child Of God First, Or Something Else? | Woke Up

Theologian Monique Duson built her life on her identity of being a black woman. She fully embraced Critical Race Theory (CRT) for decades. She tried maintaining her Christian faith while embracing the incompatible worldview of CRT.

[eatyourmaker]

How about some burningholysacrilege if you have time ^^

I am definitely not the person that came up with that ship trust /silly

I just had to do this one, but I didn't know how to tackle it, so I just drew a snippit of a long going rp I have going on.

I'm glad you started publicly shipping these 3, bc I've been privately shipping them for around the same time I've shipped FieryFaith, but I was too anxious to even draw them let alone share any art 👉🏾👈🏾

While I'm here lemme share some hcs I've accumulated throughout the duration of these 3 living in my head rent-free

Hcs under the cut

(TWO OF THE HCS ARE SUGGESTIVE, I will mark them so you can skip them)

1. Ignacio and Skiddad were a thing before Ignacio got together with Gregor. They were always an open relationship though, so both parties were free to explore and experiment with others. At the end of the day though they'd do their own independent things, they knew they would always be together. They belong together. They're soulmates. Bonded for eternity, and it didn't matter what would happen, they would always find their way back eachother.

2. The aforementioned point is why Gregor entering the picture was really confusing for Ignacio at first. Skiddad is the one. So how could there ever be another? In my hc Skiddad died for a brief period of time and then was resurrected. This period of time is when Ignacio got together with Gregor. After the whole enemies to lovers type shit happened, he was confused by how well he was treated— how at home he felt with Gregor. It was the same feeling of safety he got from being by Skiddad's side. Very confusing, especially during his time of grief. Eventually he caved to loneliness and fell into Gregor's warm embrace.

3. When Skiddad came back Ignacio felt overwhelming anxiety about the two meeting. You know what the cult does to priests. But Skiddad is much more composed as calculating than lower ranking members. He wouldn't kill Gregor, especially if his soul mate has feelings for him. He'd simply convert him instead. It may seem crazy, but indoctrination is a slow process to begin with, and I hc that Skiddad also has a Christian background before the cult. With coming from the same systems of beliefs, and having the same interest in Ignacio's health and safety, conversion would be a cinch. He doesn't mind Gregor being a permanent addition to the relationship if it makes Ignacio happy.

okay now onto some some lighter hcs

4. Ignacio gets smothered with affection from both Skiddad and Gregor.

5. Gregor is probably the only person who could ever fluster Skiddad. Unprompted and genuine kindness is not something he's used to. Skiddad slowly becomes aware of why Ignacio likes his priest so much.

6. (SUGGESTIVE) Skiddad has definitely gotten a kick out of teasingly calling Gregor "father". Gregor praying that he don't go to hell good lord.

7. (SUGGESTIVE) Skiddad- Top | Ignacio- Switch | Gregor- Bottom/Service Top, and that's that on that ✋🏾

8. Skiddad tries to relate to Gregor a lot under the guise of "being a pastor too," which he's trying to use to desensitize him to the idea of the cult.

9. Skiddad and Gregor were both raised in a chruch

10. Skiddad and Gregor both speak Latin

11. Skiddad and Ignacio both speak Spanish

12. English is Skiddad's third language

13. Skiddad calls Ignacio "starlight" and Gregor "Amate" (love). Gregor calls Ignacio "Spitfire" and Skiddad "angel eyes". Ignacio is too embarrassed to call either anything besides basic terms of endearment NDNDNDN

Ok lemme end there, there's more but I've written literally so much.

[azlrse]

➳ pater noster (a yandere!om!belphegor x gn!nun!reader) w/ a hint of solomon x reader

synopsis: some faces are not meant to be trusted but what if your faith towards father himself was just a mere illusion? or is it perhaps that the prince of sloth took a liking for you and do whatever it takes for your innocence to be tainted.

cw: yandere themes, religious au, gore (includes mutilation and blood), minor character death, manipulation, fic has a cliffhanger.

a/n: happy halloween everyone! this fic has been kept on my notes for over a year now and publishing it in the spirit of halloween (also college has been killing me slowly so this is the reason why I am not that active here anymore ;_;;).

No one knew how humankind can feel the sense of paranoia when attending the church’s grounds, despite it’s gruesome and horrid history from the 18th century. Some say that it’s because of the church’s dark history while the others passed down the same story that you heard from your childhood that several unrested souls had haunted these holy grounds you stood above since the day you’ve arrived. Thus, beginning your mission as a devoted nun to the high divines.

You didn’t blame those people. After all, the church had stood from thousands of years ago as many of your ancestors were executed for the sake of appeasing the gods, or perhaps is it the demons who are offered these so-called sacrifices. You didn’t believed the words from that crazy woman you’ve encountered this morning that a demon took it’s residence in the catacombs below the old ancestral chruch, knowing that those words are nothing but blasphemy, words that could taint the same people you’ve worshipped and adored.

As the bells of St. Michael Parish had rung, signifying that the mass (which had begun an hour ago) had concluded. Many of the people (who attended) and your peers had left, ready to celebrate grace together with their beloved families, going out to eat or spending time alone in the covenants while a certain nun had stayed behind to make up for the missing prayer they missed this morning.

Speaking in the words of old religion, they closed their eyes and began their session alone to give their thanks to Father himself. The empty church had given (M/C) the sense of peace and quiet they needed after hearing such loud noises during the day, preventing them from having a peace of your mind and soul. They firmly gripped the small rosary that they’ve kept on the side of their habit as they spoke the prayer that indicates the beginning of their daily prayer.

“In nomine Patris et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti”

As you lit the candle, you think about your own family. How are your siblings doing? Are your parents doing fine since your departure? Are they well? Do they missed you terribly?

They prayed for an hour, forgetting about the concept of time and was contented with Father hearing their prayers. Each hail mary’s and our father are spoken many times and it finally concluded with a small “amen.” You feel the soreness of your knees from kneeling on the tuffet as you stood up and make the sign of the cross while staring into the giant cross you say your prayers with. Before you went back to the covenant to join the others, you lit a candle and spoke a small prayer before you make your way towards the others.

Of course they are. After all, you almost recieved countless of messages from your family about your well-being. You spoke your prayers towards them for they will have a good and lasting life, away from the dangers lurking around their lives. You’ve closed your eyes for a bit until a voice interrupted your alone time. “Making up for the missing prayer for this morning, (M/C)?”

“Ah!” You jumped from the voice behind you. “Father Solomon! I didn’t know that you’re here for your nightly walks. You scared me for quite a bit and yes, I did make up for this morning’s prayer.” He replied with a soft hum and lights up another candle for him to say his thanks before he calls it a day. The looming light for the tainted windows of the solemn adds some light aside from the many candles that was lit as the buildings source of light. You find peace within these walls and the peaceful silence doesn’t even bother you, contented with your closest friend by your side.

Speaking of your friend, he breaks the silence and asks a single question that sparked up your curiosity. “Say my friend,” He solemnly spoke, lighting another candle but this time, the color of the candle he lit up was black. “Do you believe these rumors that the demons roaming this sacred grounds? Aren’t you afraid of such creatures who would lured humanity into an endless pit of sin and everlasting pain?”

Hearing that question makes your skin crawling and feeling uneasy. Speaking this kind of question during night time is kinda scary and quite unnerving at the same time. You didn’t want to upset your friend and just went with the flow upon answering his question. “While I do believe in the concept of those creatures, yes. I believe that the demons are still roaming around these holy grounds, tempting for us to succumb into their sin and no, I am not scared. Don’t you forget that one of my closest friends is an exorcist?” You patted his back as you refer to the young priest as your closest friend. The old bell rang from the tower above, signifying that the time for prayer and seclusion has been completed and what better way to call it a day was to eat dinner together with your fellow nuns.

“Now, come along now, Father Solomon. We don’t wanna miss out today’s dinner special won’t we?” Before you make your way towards the kitchen, Father Solomon stopped you on your tracks, held your hand and gave you something. “Wait, my friend. There’s something I should give you.” He handed you an item that was small and light, the first thing you thought that the item you hold was a small jewelry of some sort. “Think of this as my gift of appreciation for being one of my most trusted friends.” The priest then opens his hand and showed you a ring. The ring looks really minimal with the exception of a purple gem on top of the small jewel.

“I found this while I was tending in the gardens the other day and it turns out that this precious gem doesn’t have an owner. Plus, the color kinda reminds me of you and I want you to have it.” Speechless, you took the ring from his hands and slipped it right into your ring finger. It was a perfect size! It wasn’t loose nor tight. You loved this ring but you’re still hesitant upon accepting your friends small gift. Solomon noticed that you were nervous and hesitant on wearing that ring. “Don’t worry about that ring being cursed. For I have already blessed it with the blessings from the celestial realm. That ring definitely can protect you from any harm.”

His words convinced you that this ring wasn’t cursed but just an ordinary ring. You slipped it right back to your ring finger and thanked your friend for the small gift he gave you. “Now come on, let’s get to the cafeteria first before we ran out of those delicious juice they served!”

“You can go first, my friend. There’s something I need to tend in the gardens. I don’t want the children to be playing outside of the gardens this late.” You nodded and proceeded to walk towards the dining area where the rest of your peers gathered. It was quite unusual for your friend to tend the gardens this late, considering that the children are given strict rules when it comes to them roaming around the grounds without adult supervision. Plus, Father Solomon only tended the gardens every Wednesdays, Fridays and Sundays.

Today was Thursday and it was supposed to be his turn the next day, which is strange to say the least. As oblivious as you are, you shrugged it off, thinking that it was just a mishap or just a mere coincidence that happened today.

The dinner was good and not long after you finished your meal, everyone in the room heard a scream from the outside. Children are escorted and ran outside from the dormitories, which is led by the nun who took charge in watching over them. “What happened?!” The reverend mother spoke as the young nun shook in fear while trying her best to answer her question. “The demon attacked them! I saw the creature devouring the poor child in front of my eyes! A creature surrounded by darkness as their teeth feast on the poor child!” You hugged the shaken nun, collapsing into your arms as she sobbed and sobbed, knowing that she failed her duty in watching over the orphans, now paranoid and scared due to what’s happening outside of their dorms.

You quickly ran outside towards the scene of the crime and what came out from your mouth was a gasp and felt the feeling of dread and nausea seething through your stomach; a child’s mangled form is laying on the floor, lifeless as blood continuously flow from it’s main source, staining the dirt below. Their eyes wide open, mouth distorted into a scream, as if they had called for help. A bite wound can be seen on the side of the child’s stomach, exposing their remains.

Colors of red and blue, flashing throughout the entire grounds, despite all the noise and commotion the police made, all you can hear was a deafening ring on your ears. Your legs gave out after you knew which child is assigned to this gruesome fate. It was none other than the child whom you’ve taken care of ever since their infancy, the same child that gave you the brightest smile you’ve ever seen and the one who made your day even better. You began to cry hysterically, catching the attention to your closest friend as he gave his shoulder to cry on.

“There there, it’s okay (M/C). I know it’s hard for you to process what happened and I’m so sorry I couldn’t protect them in time.” Solomon rubbed his hand back and forth on your back while watching their body being placed in a body bag and placed on the back on the ambulance, ready to be examined by medical professionals to see who’s the main perpetrator of this horrid crime.

You couldn’t sleep that night after you went back to your residency alone (due to Solomon being one of the people being questioned). The more you blinked, more tears slid from your cheeks, staining your pillows, thinking on what happens if you rescued them in time. Will they still be the same child you took care of? Will they grow up and obtaining their dream profession after they graduated college?

You wished those events can happen in real life but alas, they couldn’t because they finally succumb to their untimely death. You felt the numbness coursing throughout your body while staring towards the dimly lit ceiling of your room.

Despite trying you best to fall back asleep, you couldn’t shake the vivid and gruesome scene. You became scared for a bit but prayed to the celestial beings that you and the others are guided to a safer path. You prayed and prayed until you couldn’t feel your knees anymore as tears continuously poured down your cheek. After what it felt like hours, you lay down on your bed as eyes finally closed, taking a good night’s rest for tomorrow’s occasion.

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You woke up on a strange environment, standing barefoot on the stone cold ground gave you goosebumps throughout your entire body. You’re still wearing the exact same clothes you went to bed but didn’t remember that you put on the ring right before you went to bed. It’s strange to say the least, you remembered that you took off that ring and placed it right on your bedside table.

The ring itself began to glow, bright violet specks of light flickered as more fog appeared in this strange place. The more you walk in this endless loop, the more the temperature became colder and colder to the point that your body began to shiver. The thin clothing that clings to your skin doesn’t help and you felt like you’re about to pass out due to hypothermia.

Out of nowhere, a voice called out for you.

“(M/C)”

It was a man’s voice. It echoes across the void. You whipped your head back and forth to see who’s the owner of that voice. At first, you thought that it was Solomon’s voice but it isn’t or wasn’t it Simeon to begin with? No, it’s not the same person who spoke your name.

“Come home to me. For you have committed such crime and sin, a sin that belonged to one of my brothers.”

There it is again! And what crime is he talking about? You? A nun who’s devoted to Father himself, committed a sin that belonged to the 7 deadly sins? That’s absurd! You never commited such acts, not after you became a nun in the first place. “What are you talking about? Who are you and what crime did I even commit? I’ll never turn my back against God and commit a sin!”

The voice chuckled and that’s when you felt your ring finger began to tighten up. You tried removing the ring in your finger but it felt like it was glued on your poor finger. A bruise began to form on your finger as it cuts off the circulation. “Who I am doesn’t matter, little one. After all, you’re gonna meet me soon.” You screamed as the ring began to bury deep within your skin, blood dripping from the newly formed wound. “As for your crime, well. You already know what that is, my dear. You’re gonna find out about that soon. But for now,” You screamed in excruciating pain, more blood came rushing from the cut as your finger was completely cut off, laying lifelessly on the cold stone ground.

Before you know it, a shadow looms over you. Ram like horns on each side of it’s head and it gave you a eery smile, taking pleasure on the pain you just went through. It’s violet-pink eyes stared into yours and in response, you gave this malicious entity a sharp glare as you bare your teeth, both in pain and to show your bravery despite being in pain.

The demon surely loves your bravery towards him and it amuses him. He picked up your severed finger, keeping it as a souvenir and leaned in closer towards your face and spoke,

“It’s time for you to wake up.”

A sudden jolt of energy woke you up, sweat dripping down from the top of your head while the beating of your heart becomes faster and faster the more air you breathed in. You look around your room; the light of the sun seething through your window as the fresh breeze of cool air makes its way to your room. In a panic, you checked your ring finger. To your relief, it wasn’t severed nor wounds appeared around the finger. As for your ring, the simplistic jewelry is still on the same area you’ve placed since last night.

It felt so real. The pain, the blood dripping from your wound and the way your ring tightens up. You thought that when you woke up, all that was left on your finger was torn up muscles and blood staining the comfortable bed sheets. Not to mention how that mysterious entity pinpointed a crime that you didn’t even committed, let alone considering that it was also a sin.

A sin that belonged to one of his brothers.

Instead of becoming scared due to your horrible nightmare, you’ve become even more curious not only towards that entity but also to the ring Father Solomon gave you yesterday. And it looks like you have something to talk about to the young priest himself.

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“Solomon!” You called out to your dear friend from afar, seeing him reading the sacred scriptures underneath a tree that’s located from the outskirts of the old church. “There you are. I was searching for you everywhere and it’s unusual for you to be alone in this tree since you almost spend your time in your office.”

The priest only hums softly, moving aside to indicate that he’s inviting you to sit with him, which you gladly accepted. “I hope you’re doing well since the incident last night. Condolences to you and the others.” You smiled in sadness from the words you heard from him. “It’s fine, friend. They’re still trying to find the killer. I hope they caught them fast and finally have some justice to [c/n]. Poor child, may God let them rest in peace.”

You wiped off your tears, still remembering the sweet, innocent smile the child gave to you. They’re such a good kid, taking the role-model as an older sibling to the other orphans and even taking some of the blame if one of the orphans made a mistake. The thought quickly subsided, shaking your head and a serious look appeared on your face. “The kid’s not the reason why I’m here. May I ask you something, my friend?”

Solomon placed a bookmark on his book and placing it over the soft patch of grass. Wait a minute – you noticed that his eyes are quite strange; eye bags and the soft color of purple and pink hue over his brown eyes. You saw how his eyes twitched as if he didn’t sleep well last night. You’ve become so distracted over the color and the eye bags of his eyes that his voice broke your trance. “Ask away, (M/C) and I’ll try my best to answer those questions of yours.”

“Do you know this ring’s origins?” You showed him the ring around your finger. His smile widen when he saw you wearing the ring. “Quite beautiful, isn’t it?” He took your hand on his, inspecting the piece of jewelry he gave you yesterday. “Yes, I agree with you but I have a dream- nightmare rather, about this piece of jewelry.” The priest’s giddy expression suddenly dropped as soon as you mentioned the term ‘nightmare’. This concerns Solomon and he felt the atmosphere between the both of you became serious.

“What nightmare, (M/C)? Please do tell me what happened there?” You hesitated at first, still vividly remembering how a demon appeared out of nowhere as the ring began to sever your poor finger. The lingering pain still subsided within your mind, for the pain you felt was too real in the awakening world.

You randomly rubbed your hand against your ring finger while looking at the green patches of grass, noticing on how each sway of the individual leaves was caused by the cold winds blew across the courtyard. After what felt like hours, you’ve spoken about this gruesome dream of yours. “I’ve encountered something…evil from this dream of mine. I saw an entity that we feared and loathed, it’s horns are long and twisted, a tail which can choke a mere human to death in under a minute and his white sharp eyes.”

You shivered alone by just describing the demon’s features but it didn’t stop you from telling your close friend what such events had left you shaken since this morning. “I also remember how the ring you gave me tighten and remembering the pain I’ve endured as I try to pry off this cursed piece of jewelry. Believe me or not, this caused my ring finger to be severed, blood dripping non stop from my veins as I screamed in agony and pain while that demon watched me cry in satisfaction. What does that filthy creature even want from me?”

Solomon only listened to your words with a fixated expression on his face. “So your saying that this ring I gave you is the main reason why you have a nightmare last night?” You nodded, still feeling the your body shaken a little after you told your horrid story of a nightmare. “I thought this ring was blessed by you, father. Isn’t the blessing by the celestial beings cleansed this ring from the likes of 'it’?”

“I did blessed this ring. In fact, I performed a ritual that has been done way back thousands of years ago. I thought that the ring couldn’t be possessed by any entity unless..” Your priest of a friend suddenly stood in silence and after what felt like hours, he finally break the silence. “I did blessed this ring. In fact, I performed a ritual that has been done way back thousands of years ago. I thought that the ring couldn’t be possessed by any entity unles..” Your priest of a friend suddenly stood in silence and after what felt like hours, he finally break the silence.

“I think that the ring isn’t the target to begin with.” His words send chills down your spine. Hands are sweaty from paranoia and nervousness, eyes widen a bit from the words his spoke and your mouth wide agape; no words are even coming out from your mouth. Solomon looks at you in a serious manner for he knew that your life is in danger.

“The demon wants you, my friend. You are in grave danger…”

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[transgenderer]

Saint Thomas Aquinas wasn’t a church father, you’re confusing that with Doctor of the church. Totally different things.

Here’s a breakdown: the apostles are the original men who followed Jesus in person. The era in which the apostles were still alive is called “the apostolic era.” People who weren’t apostles themselves, but were taught directly by apostles, or became Christians in the apostolic era, are the apostolic fathers. St. Clement, St. Polycarp. The apostolic fathers are also called the ante-nicene fathers. Origen isn’t a saint, but he is also often listed as an ante-nicene father. After the ante-nicene fathers comes the nicene fathers, who were at the council of Nicaea. Afterwards, there’s the post-nicene fathers. After the development of the five holy sees, the church is “born” and no longer has “fathers.” Saint Thomas Aquinas is writing hundreds of years afterwards. The church had actually schismed by that point, nobody could become a church father if they tried.

Doctor of the church is a title that the Catholic Church gives to people who make great contributions to theology, mysticism, or doctrine through their writings. As a preeminent systematic theologian, St Thomas Aquinas was an easy candidate for doctor hood. He was the first non-church father to be given the title.

Tbh i thought church father was more like a vague cultural term. I guess it makes sense you can't father a chruch that already exists but like. A church is reborn every generation, that's the whole point. There's nothing actually continuous, you can't cross the same river twice. I'm not gonna say "doctor of the church".

[colin-crossing]

rewatched longlegs since my parents were watching it (my mom was on her phone the whole time and my dad was asleep) and i take back the negative shit i said about it i think its actually good

i think a lot of what i didnt like about it on first blush was a mixture of what seem to be trademarks of oz perkins films, and something about it feeling a little too aesthetically up my alley, like a lot of its trappings and plot beats were deeply self indulgent in a way i feel i would have also done if no one was tapping me on the shoulder and saying "girl this is stupid" so maybe it made me a little insecure. anyways longlegs is flawed but good!

rewatch definitely made the main themes of the movie clear when my first watch was focused on "what the fuck is going on". the way the facade of the chruch is really whats used to get the devil into people's suburban family homes rather then the gender fuck glam rocker (people's homes that longlegs emphases as white and pure). also knowing oz perkin's family history with his late father's sexuality and his late mother's hiding that from her children.

[onedaughterofman]

Writing Sessions #7 (Papa Emeritus I x g/n reader)

Summary: Your punishment for not memorizing the Lord's word is to have some special lessons with the head of the chruch himself.

Tags/Warnings: +18, orgasm denial, power imbalance, desk sex, kinda abuse of authority?, slight dom/sub dynamics, teasing, not so explicit but oral sex, fingering, improper use of Nameless Ghoul. Blonde Peepaw. I didn't proof read this, sorry.

A/N: Satan whispered in my ear and I listened to it. "Make them Peepaw fuckers," he said, and I replied: "Whatever you say, King." Partially inspired by @ghestie-nun Primo wip

A loud noise shatters the silence in the room. The sting of the ruler on your inner thigh is enough to force a hiss through your teeth, jaw clenching tight. An angry, red mark begins to form on the skin.

Fuck.

“Did I say you could stop?”

The claws dig deeper in your flesh. Not enough to pierce the skin, but with the necessary strength to make you endure it. Legs spread on the desk, you are left completely at the mercy of him.

Papa Emeritus I. The one who most Siblings fear and respect, because of his authoritarian nature and severe personality. He’s mostly a solitary figure, quietly walking around the long halls always surrounded by his ghouls.

Primo is a strong man, capable of rendering a bunch of Siblings silent with only one look. And now those mismatched, deep eyes fall on your face, harsh as always. There’s disappointment coating his pupils, wood ruler still firm between his fingers.

“You need to focus more on the texts,” he adds, clicking his tongue. “Distractions and temptations are all around us, but we must learn the word of our Father nonetheless.”

Slowly, the cold wood slides over your skin, knuckles ghosting on the burning, red spot. It hurts, but it also provides an unexpected relief. His hands are icy too, skin hardened by time. Primo works a lot, in the Ministry and the garden, and his fingers know exactly how to move to provoke a reaction.

Shivers explode up and down your spine. Your body quivers, trying to move away from his exploring fingers, but it’s useless. The Ghoul behind you won’t release you, won’t yield no matter how much you squirm. His chest is hot and hard behind your back, and you can only fall more onto his body, trying to hide.

“Continue.”

The book shakes so much in your loose grip, but not as much as your legs when Primo’s head goes back between them, warm breath hitting right in your most sensitive spots.

Fuck, again.

You want him. No, not want. You need him, right here, right now. You want your Papa to take you in this desk, to pound wildly into you until you can’t do anything more than to call out his name, brain completely fogged with pleasure and lust. Still, he doesn’t move. His fingers keep circling around your body, coated in his own saliva and your excitement.

The disappointment clings to his blown pupils. “If you stop, so will I.”

The oxygen is not nearly enough when you gather a deep breath, raw air burning all the way down your lungs. Your voice trembles, merely a whisper, and your throat is dry, almost like sandpaper. You need him to grant you release, to free you from this tortuous teasing that you have been receiving for what feels like hours, now.

When Primo reprimanded you earlier for now knowing today’s gospel, you expected nothing of it. You were a bit embarrassed, of course, but he looked unhappy, mad even. His jaw was clenched tight, and there was a heavy furrow on his face when he ordered you to meet him in his office later.

This is not what you expected.

“How hast thou fallen from heaven, Lucifer. I shall be as my father, who is of many forms. I shall be at one with the Fire, Darkness and Storm…”

Your voice breaks when his tongue finally joins his fingers. Primo follows a slow, tortuous rhythm, something both capable of transporting you to the edge of pleasure and then cast you back down on the floor. All your muscles are tense, and from behind you can hear a low, rumbling growl coming from the Ghoul. His claws dig deeper, forcing another gasp out of your mouth.

“I will ascend…” Primo urges, cheek resting on your thigh. It’s a breathtaking sight to behold, and your eyes scan every inch of it, from the wetness coating his mouth and chin, to the smudged paint, to the way his blonde, wavy hair falls around his face. There is also white and black paint on your skin, marking the path he followed from your neck to your waist.

“I will ascend to Heaven. Above the stars I will raise my throne. There is no God beside me…”

For a long moment, Papa doesn’t mention anything. Then, looking up at you through his lashes, he lets out a hum that travels right through your body, vibrations softly caressing your sweet spots. Face buried between your thighs, devouring you with a measured pace, Primo looks pleased, almost proud as you continue to recite from the texts.

Voice full of air and high pitched, you finish the paragraph right at the edge of your orgasm. When you can feel it coming, legs trembling and toes curling, it escapes right thought your fingers. Primo’s name dies in the tip of your tongue, turning into nothing but a frustrated moan.

Out of a mysterious mercy, the Ghoul lets go of you. Your joints ache and your muscles remain tense, chest heaving.

“Don’t look at me like that, Sibling. This is your punishment after all,” Primo says, deftly working on the buttons of his habits while he licks the fingers of his other hand. “Our Father has been kind enough to share his knowledge with us. You still have much more to learn.”

Then, taking his righteous place between your spread legs, he towers over your exposed body. His long hair falls around you, tickling at the sensitive, overstimulated skin. “Turn the page,” he orders.

As always, you obey.

ps: peepaw can fuck.

[ich-bin-kein-polux]

Werido i made future children of u and infinity.

Future Cosmos! he is the future crown king of the dimensions. but he leaves home for a mission had a arugment with Infinity about not want to be King. he's 19 years old.

Adam u want him to be in his church in human disguise all the girls fancies Adam but adam doesn't like coming to chruch and sometimes think that ur too strict. doesn't like that much about u. his age is 15

Moonlight she has little tiny horns on the top of her head she's really cute grows attached to Werido too much but sometimes he's busy. her age is 7

OMG I LOVE THEM😭😭😭💖💖

and yes werido seems like that kind of father who is too strict💀

[mondstaub1]

Fanfiction idea: Lukemond vikings

part 2

When Luke opend his eyes again he was confused. Tiredly he rubbed his eyes trying to get the sleep out of them from them. He looked around, hoping for hints to where he was. He lay on a bed of hay, a sack as a pillow and a fur as a blanked.

Then his memories returned: The bell of the chruch tower had rung, an alarm for all to hear, not that they could do much and they knew it. The vikings were coming! The feared men from the storys, dreaded by all were their attacks, for none of them could stop them. Women were crying, children running and before anyone knew it the first burning arrow shot towards the village sitting the roof of a house on fire.

Luke was panicing, most children ran to their parents, fathers bushing them to their mothers who tried to hush them, told them to run away, to hid. But he had no one to go to, he had no parents or other family members, he could hardly remember ever having one, as long as he could remember he was alone. So he ran to the only place were he felt save, even knowing it would not protect him now. The chruch. Even if he died, maybe he would got to heaven if they killed him here.

He ran inside, it was empty. Screams come from outside. They were here, there was no escape now. Luke ran towards the altar, looking around for a place to hide. A small cross lay on the stone, it was beautyful, he had always loved it, prayed to it, felt like it brought him peace, a feeling of belonging. He grabbed it, held it tightly, pressed it to his chest and then drove behind the altar, pressing his back at the cold stone.

Then he prayed, prayed for mercy. He did not want to die. Tears fell down his cheeks as he heard the screams of the people. They were being slaughter. He sobbing silently, praying for their souls, since he could not save them. Suddenly he heard the door being ripped open. A sob was caught in his throat. They were here, there was no escape for him now. His breaths came in short, pained gaspes. Then he saw the viking. He looked like no man Luke had ever seen. Even covered in blood he was beautyful, long silver hair, like silk, with two braids along the sides. He wore an eyepach but his one remaining eye was a deep lilac. The stranger's face had high cheeksbones and was incredibly handsome. For a moment Luke thought that the man was an angel of death send to take him away.

But the thought disappeared when the man raised a blade to his face. He had begged then, begged the stranger to stop in a language he learned at the harbor, hoping the viking wold understand. And he did. Luke could hardly belive it when the man spared his life, even more so when Aemond as he had intuduce himself took him along.

The view of the burning village and the dead and dying people brought tears to Lukes eyes and made him want to throw up but he held it back. It was better not to give the man a reason to kill him after all. When he arrived at the docks the other men sneared and laught at him. Making coments that left no doubt of what his fade might be. He hadn't given it any thougth, it had all happened so fast. Till now it hadn't downed on him what it ment for him to be a captive to the vikings. He was Aemonds captive or slave really. Was there a diffrents? He suppost not.

He pressed his legs together without even realising it, he had never been with anyone. From time to time Luke had gotten offers, after all he was a relativly handsome boy despite how skinny and durty he was. A warm bed for the night when he himself warmed it, food, clothes but never had he accepted. He had always refused, fleed a few time when the men wouldn't take no for an answer. Luke may be home- and penyless but his innocents was still his. Even if it was the only thing that was. But know he could no longer flee, no longer refuse.

He was Aemonds captive, his survival depended on pleasing him. On the ship he clung to Aemond like a duckling, it was pathetic truely but he did not care. Whenever he saw the other viking snearing at him, he clutched the cross and he ran to Aemond, hidding behind him if could. But just being near the man seamed to keep everyone way. Once they arrived at the village he was tight up and led to the town like a prized animal. It was humiliating but he would survive.

But what happened after? The last thing he remembered was the smell of the food, the pain in his legs as he could no longer stand, the soft grass he had fallen asleep on.

But how did he get here and where was here anyway? Suddenly he heard a voice: "A good your are awake". Luke wipped his had to the door, there stood Aemond leaning against the door fraim.

"Where am I? How did I get?", he asked. "At my house" Aemond answered, "and I carried your here of course." Lukes eyes went wide and his face flushed. "Your carried me?", he asked embarrassed "Sure did", the man answered, "You weight nothing you know." Luke didn't know what to say or do. He looked down on his hands, they were still tight together cutting into his flesh. An bit confused he looked up at his captor: "Will- will you get these off?", he asked timitly. Aemond didn't answer, he just pulled out a dagger from belt and walked towards Luke, who fliched and tried to get away on pure instinct. Aemond chuckeled: "Why so paniced you asked me to be free you so stop moving, I wont hurt you."

Luke stilled, realising it would do him no good to try and escape. If Aemond wanted to hurt him, he could do it anytime. And true to his word, Aemond did not harm him, he just cute the rope. It felt good, having his hands free again, he rubbed them unconsciously. "Thank you", he mumbled silently, not meeting the mans eyes once again. Aemond didn't seem to like that one bit, he grabbed Lukes chin forcing his head up. He grinned: "For now, dear boy breakfeast."

[transbeeduo]

chruch. chrunch imgonna be real w you. up until now I didn't even pick up on the fact that Bug was Happening when cBee are adults. I . i think I'm just so used to the "hahah angsty hahaha ctubbo's a single widowed father at 17" jokes that it genuinely fried my brain and made me forget that Oh Right. they're gonna be adult grown ups when they do the baby thing.

Im happy that they Are I really am :"))

YEAH YEAH they’re both like. In their late 20’s- early 30’s when they’re like “hey do you wanna have a baby” (i think it’d happen in March since Bug’s birthday is December 4th because that’s when I made them and u need to wait 9 months for baby so like both would be the same age funnily enough) but like yeah!!! It was definitely a thing where they only would really want to bring a child into the world once they felt somewhat truly safe, which would obviously take a while!!! But it did happen and they have Bug! Yay!

[planet-dusk]

pastor's son chan intrigues me, but are we talking pastor's son chan who is a bit of a rebel or are we talking pastor's son chan who is an innocent altar boy? cus i'm thinking... pastor's son chan who seems so perfect, beloved by all the old ladies who go to chruch for being such a good boy, so helpful and respectful to his father... but lowkey a playboy in secret. a playboy with crazy religious guilt but an overwhelming corruption kink, too. sleeping around with boys and girls alike and getting off on it being his dirty little secret, on knowing how ashamed his father would be if everyone found out what he gets up to. anyway

-🐜 (sorry i've been sending so many asks djsjfj u can ignore if u want)

i love this n i think it suits his duality so well 🤭

[blueshistorysims]

April 24th, 1892, Newcrest, England

Rebecca went into labor in the middle of the night. It was very sudden, and when Rose woke up to cries of pain, she lept from her bed and ran into the master bedroom, sending out her son to wait outside. It was far too late to send for the doctor unless it was an emergency. She held her daughter-in-law’s hand tightly and helped her into a position for birth. 

“Rebecca, it’s going to be alright, you will do fine.”

“No one told me how much it hurt,” she muttered, tears pooling up in her eyes.

“It’s quicker than most people think it,” Rose said assuringly, stroking her cheek gently. “Now, we are going to deliver this baby together.”

She nodded, closing her eyes. Rebecca was terrified, unsure what would happen to her. All the stories she’d heard of women dying horribly in childbirth were suddenly all she could think about, the vision of her lying on her bed, legs pooled with blood dead while a baby cried for the mama it would never know. The pain was excruciating, and she wanted nothing more than to get it over it with.

Rose gripped her hand tightly and smiled kindly. “When you have labor pains again, you must push, Rebecca, as hard as you can. We women have been doing this for tens of thousands of years. You shall be fine.

Peter stood outside of their bedroom, waiting anxiously. Every whimper and shout made him flinch, and he paced the hallway, wishing he could alleviate his wife’s pain. Was this the husband’s burden? Unable to do anything but merely wait and listen? 

He buried his face in his hands, unsure of what to do with himself.  When he heard his mother yelp in surprise, he decided it was the last straw, superstition and societal roles be damned, he was going to be in there with his wife. With determination, he turned and opened the bedroom door to see-

~

August 5th, 1892

It was a perfect summer day to baptize the four month old twins, both already with full heads of blonde hair. Peter was shocked that neither of the babies had inherited his hair color, much less the fact Rebecca had been carrying for two. That moment when he opened the bedroom door and saw his wife holding their newborn children, he knew he’d love them forever. 

Edeline Rose Walsh was born twenty minutes before her brother. Her features favored her mother’s with her warm brown eyes and blonde tufts of hair. Alexander Bernard Walsh had shocked his green eyed father and browned eyed mother with blue eyes, and with his blond hair, he was the spitting image of his grandmother Rose. Edeline’s middle name clearly came from her paternal grandmother, and like his sister, Alexander was named after someone as well. Alexander had been David’s middle name, and Bernard Edwin’s. With their names immortalized in the next generation, Peter knew his father and brother would not be forgotten. 

Reverend Patterson had baptized the children just as he had baptized both Rebecca and Peter. The reverend was honored with the privilege, having not only baptized the young couple, but married them, the Kingsleys, AND Rose and Edwin also. To say he was acquainted with the family… was an understatement. 

The Walsh family had the occasion photographed, hiring a photographer to come to the church, even if it was more expensive than going to a studio. Dressed in their best Sunday clothes, the Walshes and Kingsley posed outside of Newcrest Chruch with the preacher, who was honored to join the photograph. Little Edeline had fallen asleep in her father’s arms, and he couldn’t help but be distracted by her sleeping face. 

Edeline and Alexander Walsh’s baptism, August 1892. From left to right: Reverend Patterson, Alexander Walsh, Mrs. Walsh, Mr. Walsh, Edeline Walsh, The Dowager Mrs. Walsh,  Mr. Kingsley, and Mrs. Kingsley

[father-gregors-guidance]

*He stops hugging father Gregor* "Sorry,if you didn't want me to hug you,its just a force of habit.." *he awkardly smiles then goes back to his mood before hand.* "Soooo,what do you think would get the best and most creative pictures in your chruch?"

-Roswell J. Incognito (@monsiuer-fisch)

“Oh! It’s fine, really. Maybe some pictures of where the alter is at? I’m not sure what your school is asking for, though.”

[ufokevin]

woo doohwan. 32. cis man. he/him, they/them. ┊┊ cerberus corp has been watching  KWON "HARVEY"JUNGHYUN.  some of the public has dubbed them RUBIX because of PROBABILITY MANIPULATION gifted by VENTRICULAR FIBRILLATION RELATED TO CAFFEINE AND ELOCTRUCTION AFTER PRESSING A DEFECTIVE BUZZER AT A JEOPARDY CONFERENCE. having been an extra ordinary since 2020, they’re doing a good job at hiding REFUSAL FOR PLAYING THEIR TRICKS/MENTAL EXHAUSTION/TEMPORARY LOSS OF EMOTION/THE MELODY OF CLOSING TIME BY SEMISONIC. when they aren’t working their day job as a CHURCH AND SYNAGOGUE LIBRARIAN, they are fond of PLAYING SCRABBLE WHILE WATCHING NOVA and are never seen without HIS PROMISE RING ON A NECKLACE. at first glance they seem ASTUTE & ELOQUENT, though their close friends know them to also be ARROGANT & VIOLENT.  they consider themself a VILLAIN. ┊┊

ESEN'S EX FINANCE CONNECTION

001.  GENERAL

name  Junghyun Harvey Kwon nicknames  Harvs, Har Har Harvey, Jungykins, Haryay, age  32 date of birth  january 11, 1990 zodiac  capricorn place of birth  chicago illnois current residence  queens new york gender  male pronouns  he/him, they/them* (mainly as rubix) sexuality pansexual occupation  chruch and synagigue librarian

faceclaim  woo dohwan height  6'3 tattoos  a small heart with the I love you Esen in Turkish on his chest piercings  navel piercing and n*pple piercing distinguishing features  Ambixterous in all activities positive traits  loyal, open-minded, creative , funloving, charismatic negative traits  impulsive, annoying, venegeful, insecure, hypocritical labels / tropes  g-rated stoner, brilliant but lazy, the wing man, the human calculator likes  sweets, chess, aglets, random fun facts, costumes from power rangers, nadira from power rangers, spicy lemon takis dislikes  unstimulating events, organizations (especially abc and cerb), betrayal, mediocrity fears  not having an impact, being in his fathers shadow hobbies online scrabble, online jeopardy, canoeing, habits  biting his sleeves, picking up a piece of paper and folding it repeatly, double dipping

002.  EXTRA ORDINARY

Near death experience: Harvey's winning jeopardy required him to do a little tour. He already had the money deposited so he wasn't in a position to say no. So being one of the first ones up for a panel. He was there asking question. A photographer asked for him to press the button and his heart stopped. He woke up in a morgue and found himself doing probabilities of getting out and stealing a security guards uniform. Since them he has legally been a man without a name.

Powers:

Power-Probability Manipulation- the power to manipulate probability might seem mundane at first sight. But Rubix likes to take it to the next level. He uses probability to his advantage by creating challenges for the heroes in questions from riddles to impossible board games with almost unreasonable constraints.

Rubix still believes he’s being fair stating the probability, timing, and a head start when he’s feeling generous.

Rubix likes the idea of probabilities because unlike most of his life, they give him some form of control. Even if it isn't garanteed, he believes it better than nothing. And datas is in valueable

Drawbacks/Vulnerabilities: Calculating Probabiliities don't always mean they come true. A person can also refuse to participate in his challenge. Finally after a probaility challenge he is emotionally and mentally exhausted. Closing time is a sentimental song because it reminds him of the times he heads home and sings off key with her. Finally certain substances such as weed make him extra sleepy.

Why he's a villian: It's one thing when your first love leaves you and you have to learn to accept that. It's another thing when Harvey learned that fame after his death was fleeting and his death was covered up. It made him feel out of control of his own existence. And if the big guys wanted him in the shadows, he'll give them a menace in the shadows. He pushes people in power in particular Cerb to show them he's here.

The first time he smiled is when he saw mysterious menace traumatize the bank workers. With a mask on face and a dark shimmer costume he became Rubix

Cerebrus Corp: They're tracking someone the problem is since he's dead there isnt a set identity. Their main lead is someone messing in elaborate buildings and distressed cerb agents he messes with

Codename: They chose rubix like the rubrix cube. 1) because its a common toy available so cerb couldn't narrow him down and 2) such a fun one

Extra:

He grew up a doctor's son and hence his issues

Was a nerd but also class clown

Former friend of Omars because of the incident that shall not be named

Esen's former finace how kinda still cares about her as a person but refuses to say that aloud because he doesnt want her to have a target on her back. Has the promise ring but like lies and says its his father's class ring

Was Jeopardy college week champion from 2019-2020 but his episodes were pulled because he died on tour and that would just open a ton of lawsuits

Did I mention he hates abc for basically almost wiping his accomplishments off the web , he really does

If he didn't have his nde he would probably be a congress librarian

when he uses his power he feels like he's something and eyes glow green cause probability powers

And yeah thats it for now

[flosalatus]

@pacifistwithagun | Reincarnation AU

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Vash always knew he'd live a long time, if something or someone didn't kill him first. He'd already reached over a hundred and still felt pretty young, despite how perilous his life was.

But he hadn't expected exactly how long he'd live. He'd expected to outlive his loved ones, but not their children, their grandchildren.

He lives to see humanity grow, everything he'd fight for falling into place, people co-existing with Plants, the planet healing, the sand sea slowly being blanketed in green, until it's almost unmistakable from pictures he vaugly remembers of Earth.

They've finally made a home, and he's so happy for them. He feels so warm and content whenever he watches people living their lives and sees love and happiness and peace.

And yet there's something equally as hollow where his heart should be. Not longing, or meloncholy. Just...empty.

He's tired, he decides, dragging his feet across the threshold of the church, nestled in the heart of what he remembers once was December. It's the best explanation he can come up with for the cold, hollow, sinking feeling.

He's old, he's tired. He's lived too long, his hair a testament to that alone, barely clinging to a flash of blond in a sea of ink. Sometime's he can't bare to look at the reminder. Even dyed it once.

He'd settled for a haircut in the end, an undercut that left him more fluffy than spikey. Familiar but diferent. He'd kept it for the last 50 years so far.

Vash doesn't enter chruch often. Doesn't like what they remind him of, the niggling feeling that he's commiting some kind of blasphemy just being there, like he's not allowed or worthy.

He's not sure what drives him there today, bags under his eyes from nearing a week of little to no sleep, thin from even longer avoiding meals, the hollowness spread from his chest to his toes, consuming.

And yet he finds himself slipping into a confessional almost without even processing it, practically in a daze as he lets out a quiet sigh, closing his eyes and leaning his head against the partition.

He doesn't have a plan on anything to say, hadn't even planned on coming here, let alone how this is offically supposed to work, and yet he finds his body going through motions he recalls watching with rapt curiosity, and when his lips part he can't stop what spills forth.

"Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It's..." He falters, breathes forcefully to steady himself. "...I've never done this, actually. someone...told me how it works. A long time ago but-"

A lump in his throat forces Vash to clear it, wincing at the sound. Was that rude? He really didn't remember the ettique for this.

"Um...I think...This is going to sound...odd but..."

"I've lived...too long. This is my sin. I've lived...and I've lost. And I'm tired. I've started wondering...If this world needs me anymore, if I'm still of any use. If it's really worth still going, if there's anything left to keep living for."

"There's no one left. And I don't know what to do anymore."