#god of penace

[universe-gods-and-goddesses]

Ilhuicacoatl

Name: Ilhuicacoatl Age: 2mil Species: quetzalcoatl Gender: nb Power: gives people punishment they deserve for their sins God: penace Rank: God of Penace Children: medicine gods, penace gods Neieces: none Nephews: none Grandchildren: demigods Partners: Teocoatl Siblings: none Lives: in a very dense jungle by old ruins

(Tag for Ilhuicacoatl is Pena-snek)

[alastor-simp-page]

CHARLASTOR WEEK 2024 COMING UP!

HELL YEAH! I'M SO EXCITED! Day 1 looks like its gonna be hilarious. I've got an idea cooking up. Well for all of them.

Day 3 with Charlie owning Alastor's soul or vice versa GAHHHH!

Also Day 4....ehehehe (Daddy Issues?) 👀👀👀

I love how much potential fluff, angst, and kink can be in this week.

Really my OTP! BUT ITS STILL CHARLASTOR! RAHHHH! (I looked for this gif for a solid twenty minutes. Worth it tho)

Anyways, yes, a fangirling post. BUT CHARLASTOR WEEK! THE HYPE GOES HARD! Starts in SIX DAYS! I'm about to hop on some ideas (I'm not forgetting The Soulmate Curse and the WIP: Til Murder Do Us Part | Human AU. WORKING ON IT I PROMISE!)

I'M SO GODDAMN EXCITED! YAYAYAYAYYAYA!

Charlastor Gif dump:

The way he looks at her like he's making sure she's looking at him protecting the hotel. GAHHHHH! He's doing it for her! God, I could yap about these two for the rest of my life.

"Because you're one of a kind / a charming demon belle!"

“Dad! Stop! He's defending this hotel! It may be a bit more sadistic than I'd hoped, but he's doing it for me! How come he can have faith in me but my own father can't?”

"There too hath been Rumour of thy involvement with The Princess and her recent flight of fancy."

I love their foil. I love that they are both made for the stage. I love that they are such a red and black couple. I love that they both love their little red suits. I love their interesting dynamic...their push and pull. Its endlessly fasinating.

Also shoutout to Penace by @/kinkydents on ao3. It lives rent free in my head everyday. I LOVE THAT DAMN FIC SO MUCH! If there's one charlastor fanfic I can recommend that is absolutely stunning its that one. The writing and the dynamic is just GAHHHH!!! The party chapter went hard with Lucifer. I couldn't stop reading it.

All in all...CHARLASTOR WEEK 2024 August 4th to August 10th. Spread the word my fellow charlastors!

[the--grin--reaper]

On the surface, the gang is just a happy found family but

Lindon has struggled with self worth all his life, being told that if he was murdered his clan would have to apologise to his murderers, and generally being treated like he's less than dirt. He didn't even start to see himself as important or strong until book ~eight that's how deep his insecurities ran. That is 3 years away from the valley, as a guy in the top 16 of the Uncrowned Tournament. He still felt lesser. When he saw his family again it all got worse and set him back probably months on the measure of his self worth because they still saw him as a useless unsouled. It makes it worse that his underlord revelation was literally "I practice the sacred arts because I don't want to be useless anymore".

Yerin has abandonment issues. Her whole village got killed by a monster, a monster that then lived inside her. Then her master got killed and she was left alone again and in her povs you can see how deeply this affected her, especially in the early books. She was enraged that the Sandvipers attacked her and Lindon whilst he was advancing to Copper because it was cowardly, sure, but she also thought "they wanted to leave her alone again. That was unacceptable." Her Underlord revelation was about never being alone again. She always panicked when Lindon leaving was mentioned; when Cassias told him that they would send him home she froze up, worried that Lindon would leave her alone. She didn't want him to leave her behind, the mere thought of him leaving her frightened her.

Eithan has a deep set loneliness and is the antithesis of what he wants to be. He has been ahead all his life. A prodigy, a genius. But that means that he left all his friends behind. He had no equals, still doesn't, even among the most powerful beings in the universe. He was alone his whole life. When he manifested the broom icon for fun, a bunch of people killed themselves. He wanted to be a healer but he became the literal God of Death. He found a way to reverse death to manifest the Life Icon, and instead manifested the Death Icon. He was compatible with every Abidan type, except a healer. The one he wanted. He created a weapon called Penance. Penace. As penace for everything he's done. Then he had to spend millenia reaping worlds - billions, trillions of people. Regularly. A change in the system could lessen this, he wouldn't have to reap so many lives (lives that he feels the sorrow of) if they just changed the system. But they won't because this one works "so well". At the expense of the one Judge that can never stop, never leave, because he doesn't have anyone that could take his place.

Mercy has mommy issues and was the victim of gaslighting. Throughout the series Malice treats her like a prized possession to be discarded once her worth is lessened in her eyes. Malice shamed Mercy over the fact that her friends are better, she made her feel lesser and weak. She was horribly manipulative towards Mercy and tried to hold her hostage. She lied to Mercy to keep her on her side, and only ever showed Mercy love when Mercy needed to be manipulated. Mercy feared her. Malice also publicly humiliated Mercy, in front of friends and family. Meanwhile all Mercy has ever wanted was to make her mother proud. She even physically abused Mercy, when Mercy was trying to urge her to ascend, and verbally abused her because she didn't want to see the truth.

Ziel got tortured and lost the will to live. He wasn't suicidal, but he didn't care whether he lived or died. He was forced to watch as his whole sect died, then got mutilated and crippled by a mad scientist that took pleasure in torturing him and fixing him up wrong. Then this same scientist threatened to hurt him again and he was prepared to let it happen, prepared to endure it again, because in exchange Yushi and Calling Storms would send the others to help Lindon. He was so apathetic and depressed because of what he went through, and suffered for years, his spirit causing him pain, hardly considering himself a sacred artist. And the worst part is, that he is just a genuinely nice guy. He helps Lindon in Ghostwater. He stays with Lindon after his contract to Eithan expires. He tries to cheer the group up by jumping out from behind a couch, pretending to be Eithan, because they miss him. He doesn't deserve to have suffered so much, but even then, he still finds a way to be kind. Despite his suffering, and having lived with it for so long.

[star-going-supernova]

(Regarding that Anon's ask of the what-if the Human!Titan Verse was a sequel to Penace)

I can see Godzilla showing off his new daughter the child that saved him to the other Titans.

A bit because she's now his child, but also bc she's the first human in Gods know how long to a bit of Godzilla's power, if not the first ever, and also someone who had the courage to pht her life on the line to not only Godzilla, but the whole Planet and Titankind.

And if she also somehow did the whole thing with the ORCA as a bait to Ghidorah... well, she would've saved everyone two times already

On the one hand, given the chance, Maddie would absolutely still bait Ghidorah. But on the other hand, girl, please, your poor dad can only take so much 😭

Godzilla is very proud of his new human child and makes sure all his fellow Titans know that, lol.

[002yb]

do you have any thoughts about priest jason todd? haha i want to see your take on it, esp if in this au dickjay was a thing or happened. i was thinking about priest jason todd and mirrorverse batfam so he’s like the only “good” one and he has a code not to kill while everyone else here doesn’t care ab killing, also the thought of dick tempting jay ^^ or honestly just the entire batfam just mourning and being basically mob bosses until jason gets resurrected and eventually comes to gotham and is oike “so i know i’m back but now i’m a god lover and a priest and hey oh also i don’t kill” and everyone is just “now hold on a second-“

Demons have followed Jason all his life - metaphorically and literally. At least in the literal sense, it's always the same fuckers, too. They're relentless.

Maybe it's because Jason was one of them, but by some twist of fate he was given absolution and reborn with a 'clean slate' to do right. Or maybe it's a plea bargain - help as many souls as he hurt while Jason was a demon and that will be his retribution, his mercy from hellfire. Or he's part of some twisted game. Stolen from his home and influenced to reject it.

For the sake of this ask: he died. He came back wrong. No memories, no corruption - just a penchant for attracting the wicked. Everything else is open to interpretation.

The family wants him back though. And Jason might not realize, but he's darkness welcomed past the church's threshold; he brings damnation by association.

Not necessarily by the family, but by others. Because Jason's soul is tortured. Tormented. It's known suffering from a life he can't remember and one he does - caused by men created in his God's image and by monsters that were cast from his kingdom.

Basically Father Hot Toddies is prime real estate (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

Anyway, background. Jason attracts abusive people. He influences people to abuse him. Try as he might to help, there's a darkness at his fingertips and devastation in his wake.

Instant distraction -- Jason self-flagellating whenever he feels he failed to help someone or thinks he led anyone astray. It's supposed to be a penace, but sometimes Jason is weak and it's just punishment

Okay, we're back. Jason recognizing that something's wrong with him. Because too many bad things happen for him not to pick up the pattern.

Another distraction and it's kinky, I apologize -- Jason being assaulted in the church proper. In the confessional booths or in the pews ahhhhhh blasphemous okay okay

Protective of the people in his community and is well loved, in turn, but is conscious to keep a distance for their safety. He has compassion in spades and shows that in the ways that he can (putting the fear of God into cruel people, going out and sneaking food and blankets to the homeless, nagging at punks across the street to get their asses to school or the orphans at the church to mind the nuns).

Not as lonely a life as it seems because choice demons harass him on the regular.

They look after Jason in their own way, but it's wicked

Every person that hurts Jason turns up dead. It's part of Jason's motivation to keep withdrawn. There's forgiveness for everyone, even those who lose their senses around him.

Would Jason have the same forgiveness if the man who tried to assault him turned on a child? And Jason pauses, because his answer is no - burn him ---- and he burns.

Oh. For a time Jason thinking himself mad. Or figuring he's invited a demon into him because there are voices in his head and in those moments of weakness when he can't be temperate -- people get hurt.

Which leads to a lot of torment and praying because what's wrong with him? Tell him. Let him be better.

Jumping over to Dick's perspective on things for a moment because okay. The family loses it when they realize Jason has been lost to them. They bring apocalypse and travesty in their rage and it's a bad time.

But then - the familiar flicker of a damaged soul. Jason.

Dick going to Jason first. Following the sound of his cries and the smell of his suffering. And where some in the family might like that - Dick isn't one of them. Pain that Jason endures is Dick's to inflict, after all. Possessive!demon!Dick Grayson yes please.

Anyway, Dick shows up and suddenly Willis is shot dead on the doorstep. The cigarettes he would use to burn Jason with stamped into his forehead.

And Jason sees Dick there, stooped over Willis's body. Dick flicks the cigarette away. Looks at this small, scrawny boy and marvels at how Jason is still perfect - even like this. A soft smile, still all teeth and bite and menace. It's vicious in a way that even demons cringe away from, but Jason smiles. Tentative, innocent.

Because he thinks Dick is his guardian angel.

The rest of the family piles on if only because Jason really does attract all sorts of terrible things. They can't fathom what it is. Jason has always had that way about him, but it's amplified now and it puts him in danger. Jason's soul is theirs though; no one else can have it.

It's Gotham that wants it. Cursed land that outdates even the first of their kind.

Jason thinking he has angels looking out for him until he recognizes them for the demons they are. He tries to escape them, seeking asylum in a church and it deters them for a time, but only until Jason's own evil taints hallowed grounds.

This is so convoluted ahhhhh sorry

But basically overprotective!bats trying to save Jason's soul to sate their own desires

Jason rebuffing all their efforts and being a stubborn ass

He only relents when Gotham sends its worst after him and desecrates the church that housed him and the children under his care that he loses it and strikes a contract with some of hell's finest

It's a zero sum game though

Because Dick and the others - they can have Jason's soul. But only once the evil in Gotham is purged. Only the evil.

Just an endless war but it's fine because all the losses and suffering only makes Jason's soul that much more sweet

They're content to starve until then

Only they're not. They taste and nibble when allowed. And Father Hot Toddy? He's a generous man. //u////

Can an AU like this not get a little kinky? It feels like a crime that it wouldn't. Father Todd gets down  (*°∀°)=3

Extra Dickjay details:

Jason seeking out his 'guardian angel' because there's nowhere safer than with Dick. They sit in a grimy alley and Jason falls asleep with his head pillowed on Dick's thigh, or curled up against Dick's chest. And Dick humors it. He's soft about it, content if only because he can wrap himself around Jason and possess him for even a short time

Jason calling for Dick when he finds Catherine, not realizing Dick was the devil whispering in her ear. Jason loved her; Dick didn’t. He tested her love of Jason and she fell short

Dick being the demon Jason calls to in order to make that contract. Because he remembers the times Dick was kind (because for as jaded as Jason has become, he wants to believe that was genuine - not another manipulation). He'll sell Dick his soul, but only if Dick gives Jason hope.

Reverence. Shoulder and spine kisses. Worship. It’s overwhelming, tempting, addictive.

Dick knows how to play Jason. He never considers Jason knows Dick just as well. <3

Something something Dick won’t pray to anyone, but he’ll dirty talk marvel Jason like he’s something holy

Something something Jason anticipating a kiss. To tease him, Dick raises the cross of Jason’s rosary between them - a barrier because ‘what would your god say, little wing?’ And Jason is already succumbed, but he’d bite back a challenge, ‘you would let him stop you?’ And Dick would smile and snap the rosary from Jason’s neck, beads clattering on the stone floors beneath them as he defiles not an innocent lamb, but a wolf in sheep’s clothing. //u///

‘Never,’ he’d breathe against Jason’s lips, his skin. A promise and an oath and the devotion in it would tear Jason apart. 💖

[fellhellion]

fr tho this man....NEVER going to bat for the idea that the suffering has cosmic meaning sure but the suffering gotta be HIS penace! god's most guilt ridden little soldier who only knows how to shoulder blame <3

[horizon-verizon]

This is what lemonhemlock said in their last reblog to a black stan about Alicent taking down the Valyrian decorations:

Her husband's religion.... you mean the Faith of the Seven? The religion that anointed him as king and within which he officialized his marriages? The religion that if he were to renounce.... it would mean open rebellion and literal war? Her husband's culture... slavery and human sacrifice? 😐

You mean to say Rhaenyra or Viserys wouldn't have changed 1 item of furniture or decoration in 10 years? Is that what you're basing your argument on?

The original post has its reblogs turned off because green stans seemed to really test OP’s patience.

lemonhemlock acts like all Alicent is doing is making the Red Keep her home or something.

However:

No one said one word about Viserys renouncing anything or forcing anyone to forgo their religion. Viserys and his forefathers/mothers already took in the Faith after years of contention. 

Viserys and Rhaenyra would redecorate, but they wouldn’t redecorate by erasing every Valyrian or erotic image. They are proud to be Targs, proud of their heritage and house. Why would they do as lemonhemlock is trying to suggest they do and totally erase their own heitage to be able to rule or be seen as trustworthy? Why is the Faith being posed as the "better" heritage or religion, when we know what we know about it?

Alicent only starts redecorating after she gets back from Dragonstone where she tries to stab out Lucerys’ eye and cuts Rhaenyra, which is a whole 12-14 years after she marries Viserys. Why does she wait until then to start just normal “redecorating”?

In her early years married to Viserys and in episode 4, we see her read the red and black of House Targaryen, but she stops when she learns that Rhaenyra.....lies to her to protect herself from Alicent definitely going to tell Viserys? for sleeping with Criston Cole? For not sufferring like a “good girl” and trying to get some bodily autonomy? With any of these reasons, Alicent is not acting out of goodness or wnating to be a better person but out of spite, jealousy, and/or hate.

Going back to episode 7, the showrunners/writers/actors all said in the post-show interviews that Alicent is trying to perform public penace for her actions in episode 7 and the “redecorating” is a part of that. So, yeah, not as about house or culture pride as lemonhemlock thinks, but more about shame for acting un-Queenly and “unwomanly”. In front of many witnesses at that.

Viserys, never at any point, showed that he actually and truly believed in the Seven and their existence, but he DID accept that he’d have to practice the customs as his forefathers already set him up to do. Acceptance does not equal belief. Does this person actually think that every child who goes to church with their parents believe or continue to believe in that god? So why with Viserys?

Also, while Viserys accepts the practice of the religion, Alicent (as just the Queen Consort and his subject) by law and by custom still has to obey his orders and declarations because that’s feudalism. King/monarch decides all, and no one is going to disobey the Monarch if they were to say to take down this deco and that one. Royal Consorts do not overrule their Monarch spouses.Unless they are very weak or otherwise debilitated, and then others can disobey them either without them knowing about it or with them knowing but unable to do anything about it.

Which goes into my next point: Viserys was literally decaying and when we get to episode 8, we see him delirious and barely able to make full sentences. Is it not funny how Alicent replaces the deco as he is in this state? Also, even the showrunner/writers/actors tell us in the post-show interviews that this episode has the greens take over the court and run the show, basically. Of course Alicent takes this chance to “redecorate”! Viserys can’t do shit if he wanted to, or it would take a lot of energy to do so. He’d have to go about with people around him seeking  to overturn his decision to have Rhaenyra as his heir: Otto. Who seems to be walking around pretty well for a guy his age.

Alicent has been the one to press for Viserys to announce Rhaenyra’s kids as illegitimate, but this is why Viserys won ever and never did do that. Alicent has been the one to press for real punishment and danger on the undeserving. 

So if anything, Alicent has been the one to try to enforce herself and her discriminatory and oppressive ideas and desires onto others.

And as if the Westerosi/Andal religion and culture is any better for not having legal and official slavery:

first cousin-marriage being allowed

right of the first night

male primogeniture and worse misogyny/patriarchy that is more intense than Valyrian by the suggestions of Jaenaera Belaerys, Visenya and Rhaenys, Aegon I having to marry Visenya before anyone else

blood purity through thinking bastards are naturally “treacherous” (as the same religion Alicent follows teaches will later teach after Daemon Blackfyre when it already teaches fidelity between man and wife but leaves men to act freely and sire bastards due to politics)

the First Men slaughtering the CotF or those who sing the song of earth, destroying their places of worship, and sending them so far up North so long ago, so well that many present Westerosi don’t even believe they were ever real

the Andals believing that Westeros was their “promised land” and also killing the First Men for power, land and resources

...both groups similar enough to how European Pilgrims and Puritans sailed to N. America for entitled religious, economic, discriminatory, holier-than-thou reasons which lead to the cataclysmic cultural losses for the people they and their descendants like Andrew Jackson (Trail of Tears) targeted and ruined many indigenous groups’ lives and societies...and then their descendants believed themselves to be the “native” American population. Ha!

Oh please!

[brandwhorestarscream]

I have more ideas for Cult of the Primes (also considering other posts of this AU you post between me starting to type and me sending it in):

Maybe the cities dedicated to Megatronus and Prima are kinda swapped for a lack of a better term.

Like, Primes who succeed from Kaon/Megatronus's city are known for being some of the best Primes Cybertron (Primus's side) has seen and the city has exactly one known heretic that practically legend at this point, explaining why Kaon doesn't bring any more heretic Primes to Primus. They live in one of the harshest environment Cybertron can throw at them and they believe (and maybe it's basically proven) that worshipping Primus and Megatronus will protect their home from disaster.

Meanwhile, Primes who succeed from Iacon/Prima's city get some doubt from other cities whether or not they have Primus's best interests in mind considering the city has the most heretics. Like, 21 of the heretics were originally from Iacon and the next closest number is eight. The land Iacon inhabits is very bountiful, but they blame the fact they're close to the Unicron-worshipping cities as the reason why they have so many heretics. The rest of the cities don't really believe they because Vos is closer to a Unicron-worshipping city than Iacon and Vos only showed like four heretics. No where near the same amount as Iacon. Gossip mills say it's because mecha from Iacon are jealous of the other cities due to their prime being the so-called "first Prime" or even the fact that their city produces the most out of all the cities and should get special treatment. However, "it's just gossip, there's no reason to believe that" so it could easily be something else.

I can't for the life of me find the list we made for which Prime is for which city, but maybe each city produces something different that's traded with the rest of their side of Cybertron. Like, maybe Solus's city focuses on mining and smithing various tools made of the metal and gems they harvest from the mines like metal farm tools or gemstone jewelry. Maybe Megatronus's city has old coliseums and tunnels that they use to train various animals to help other cities with their jobs like cryo-pigeons with delivering messages through environments where comms aren't an option or volt-horses for helping pull equipment around. Stuff like that.

I might come up with more stuff later, but I don't have any other ideas right now so.

Heretics are to be rooted out, captured, and dragged in to be sacrificed and burned at the temples if they refuse to change their ways. Any who challenge the wills of the gods must not be allowed to proliferate, to spread their noxious ideals. If a heretic is found in your community, shoo them away and call for the church to bring judgement upon them, lest you be infected with their heresy and dragged down into the pits of hellfire for all eternity with them

Iacon having lots of these heretics despite being stationed just above the beating heart of Primus is so interesting. I like the idea of it being due to close proximity to Unicron's worshippers, but it doesn't really work with in-universe lore. After all, if they know that there are settlements that worship the Harbinger of Chaos... it wouldn't last long. The church would burn it to the ground and have them publicly executed for their crimes against the holy matrix

I'm also definitely here for the cities each having special commodities they produce correlating to their gods. Tesarus, the city of Solus Prime, is a city of artisans that treasure devotion through creation over all else. Everything they make is filled to the brim with their love for their goddess, endless praise and penace upon her holy name. Fine sculptures, vases, tapestries, weaponry, anything and everything that can be made by hand is best crafted in Tesarus 😌 I imagine Kaon as a city of warriors, with Megatronus Prime being their patron deity, Guardian of Warriors, and definitely one of the cities that has routine ritualistic sacrifices, in part due to the famous story of how Solus Prime was felled by their god's hand. Maybe they even have to offer a sacrifice to Tesarus, or vice versa, because of it 🤔 definitely smthn to consider

And finally, depending on whether or not we go with the sacrificial bride of Unicron idea, Kaon could perhaps have that aforementioned reputation due to their city producing two Holy Acolytes in a short span of time, one of whom later ascended to Sainthood. Kaon gets painted in a ridiculously good light, if we go that route

[suicideisntpoeticffs]

God willing this Chillin feelin will wheel in some different airs.

Vastly, I'm impaired, inspired to not expire. Tired,

I run the mentions, dimensions, I seem to itch em and get it a little closer to finished. I can't sit with the growth diminished.

I gotta get it.

I gotta hit it,

Like I gotta quit it not,

Fought it often, I just got the pension

I just got the litmus, I'm still not acidic

But I get it closer.

Grabbing for protons, less, I still want my fairy.

I still want to carry mucins on my tongue,

Lucid my head rung,

I feel like

I'm fighting, off a drug,

Missing hugs,

Missing pumping of my love,

Filling lust,

My head thrusts itself

back into old actions.

Here I catch em.

Racked with time, the secret,

My honesty has not depleted

I'm cautious in my new greetings

Yet my heart is still on sleeve,

Ease I wish to breathe,

Memes I seem to need,

Aligning with such greed,

I feel me inside a tourniquet.

I am bleed,

I am ocean motion rolling quick,

I am everything,

I am full equip,

I do sit with simple minutes left

And yet do I do choose stop.

Rather not choose rot, but a some

Simple intermittence.

A piece of penace.

Something to ease my sentence,

And sentiments filled with longing.

Since it's a long time running

I look at my latest thumping

And ask, with hope of a validation:

What has time brought me in my longest waiting?

[catncore]

it's strange, when he doesn't feel the heat of his grace tighten around his throat in a vice. it all depended on joshua's will. usually at any sort of insubordination, it would tighten and leave him gasping. enough to barely breathe and operate but enough to focus his energy at one task at a time. this time, there was noticeable slack in the collar and he could slip his fingers under it.

❝  you havent given me reason to think otherwise. you were, rightfully, angry. i did put an attempt on your life with using minamimoto against you.... with the taboo refinery sigil in his care, i essentially fated nearly a hundred players and reapers to a null existence. regardless of the meaning behind my actions, it doesn't take away from the fact i went against you. ❞ and in his prior experience, a god would not simply forgive such an act with ease.

❝  more so, i do not regret it. if it brought us to this outcome again where you would let live and shibuya would be better for it, I would do it again, every time. i don't hold regret for my belief, but it's the weight of the actions. where the sacrifices of those who fell to the taboo noise is unfortunate, I still deem it worthy..... but it's complicated, because I hate the fact that i had to go against you so deliberately. i have no right to judge your decisions when i could have so easily erased you from the UG and..... ultimately if you didn't change your mind thanks to neku, i would have done it. ❞

his hand lowers and hanekoma looks over his composer. he hates seeing joshua like this. he hates that they have to have this conversation but it needed to happen. part of communication meant there would need to be pushback to find common ground.

❝  i deem my sins justified and regardless of or not i am forgiven for those actions doesn' matter to me, yoshiya. i will serve you and shibuya until my erasure. be it on your order, or my decision. i will do anything within my power to protect you, even from yourself. ❞ because they were partners. are partners. the situation changed and feelings around them changed but there was the ever dull ache in his chest. things would never go back to how they were before the game that dictated shibuya's fate. the joshua he knows now is etched into his soul and he'd never trade him for anything. all of that pain was worth it to see joshua grow. not all growth is easy.

❝  an' maybe in some way, i never stopped believing this was punishment.... th' only one here with th' right to say it's punishment is you. i'll be fine so long as i can be here, at your side..... penace doesn't mean that the feelings that come there in aren't real. my feelings for you are authentic an' even without the collar, i would lay my life down for you an' shibuya without hesitation. i learned from my mistakes and we grew together and i would no sooner fall on my blade than do anything to go against you. i'll be anythin' you decide me t' be. yer producer, yer pet, yer partner. i jus' need to be able t' know where t' put my eyes. i used t' have th' right to look you in the eyes but you made it clear t' me i'm not allowed to look above yer ankles. you have days you make me look you in th' face but my hands are tied. do i look you in the face or do i keep looking down? ❞

catncore​:

it was a burdensome weight, the effects of that game, but hanekoma had long since assumed it was just how it was. a composer was attached to their city so intimately that even the slightest shift of the soul would cause an imbalance. a composer had to be centered at all times for there to be harmony and contentment with their people. the producer was barred from making any input or suggestions that could influence the city on a core level, which made his and his composers friendship (and later, relationship) a conflict of interest to the rules and to the Higher Plane’s regulations.

there was go getting around that. as long as they existed around each other, there would be conflict of interests because of the foundation they existed on.

❝  do you remember when we had our first conversation after everything? our first, real talk. ❞ his hands protectively covered the gold ring around his neck while placing weight on it, making it show with a warm light against his skin. ❝  you pulled my grace from this vessel and trapped it around my neck to level the playing field between us. in anger you collared me with my own grace and told me I was going to serve you for the rest of my existence. ❞

he kept his voice level as he recalled that event. how joshua had been so furious with him that he beat him within lines of code of erasure and that the only place he’d reside at his best was at the composers feet. that joshua was the end all and be all of his existence, not the higher plane.

❝  i could only move with the length of chain you allowed me to. i had to earn your trust again. we talked about everything so much that eventually you could at least understand on a surface level why made decisions i did…. ❞ his breath is slow as he deliberately chooses his words. too many thoughts and too many feelings at once but he forced himself to stay low.

❝  at some point, without me realizing.. that chain that had been keeping me close had been removed and you were letting me explore freely without leaving your side. i know you were testing my loyalty, an’ t’ see what I would do if I wasn’t aware the chain was gone. eventually, i noticed it was gone…. but id found comfort in staying close t’ you. and i know you noticed that i knew and you allowed me more space and freedoms than I had prior. ❞

he’s quiet for a long moment before he looks to meet joshua’s eye, his expression shifting ever so slightly showing hints of confusion and anxiousness. ❝ our relationship shifted then an’ while i’m gracious for everythin’ you’ve allowed me t’ have…. I don’t know if i am still being punished.  ❞

How could he forget? Joshua fixed his eyes, intense amethyst burning, on the hands clasped around the now-iconic aureate collar — symbol of the Composer’s dominion over the Producer, but also indeed a tangible reminder of his sin, and Joshua’s hurt wrath. He recalled the violence, the outrage, the righteous claim he instated… He remembered every second with every sense, and he wouldn’t change anything about the event if he could… but somehow hearing it retold from the Angel’s point of view made him inwardly recoil. He didn’t know why—not yet—but it stung.

He grits his teeth, suppressing his instinctive urges to lash out, and listens. He needed to fully process Sanae’s perspective before reacting any which way; he needed to give him the space to articulate himself and lay everything out to be seen and apprehended. He takes a deep breath…

❝ Yes, it was a… long road to recovery. You were on a chain. You were being watched and judged. I judged your worth like I would a Player back then. I had you jumping through hoops and I put you through countless tests of allegiance and faithfulness. You earned your way back into my good graces, despite the trials and tribulations I very deliberately subjected you to… And I trust you again. If anything, I trust you now more than ever… ❞ But it’s that word punishment that curls his lip and raises his hackles.

❝ But what I have to know, Sanae, is if you’ve always believed this to be punishment? Because that would explain behavior I’ve found concerning… ❞ His gaze, sharp, pins the Angel’s, holding fast. ❝ As an Angel, of course you’re wired to obey, without question, but under this new light I wonder if you’ve been doing this as atonement. All the time… and I can’t remember when I’ve seen you happy… like, light and free and happy. And no, that’s not completely consequence of that - ❞ He points to the collar, and it doesn’t tighten like it usually did when he was fired up — it loosened.

❝ I feel like over this time you’ve been feeling like you’re serving penance that you have lost much of yourself shrinking in my shadow. That’s not what I wanted… that’s much too extreme. I don’t want this for us. ❞ 

[universe-gods-and-goddesses]

Teocoatl

Name: Teocoatl Age: 2mil Species: quetzalcoatl Gender: nb Power: creates and invites new medicine God: medicine Rank: Head God of Medicine Children: medicine gods, penace gods Neieces: none Nephews: none Grandchildren: demigods Partners: Ilhuicacoatl Siblings: none Lives: in a very dense jungle by old ruins

(Tag for Teocoatl is Medi-snek)

[goldfinwrites]

Doubt Doubt knew he had abandoned his faith alongside his humanity centuries ago, but still asked God for forgiveness when a blond child wandered into his basement, demanding a contract, and he had agreed. The child had stared at him, self-assured with a piercing gaze, despite the slight tremble in the arm he held out towards the vampire. Doubt Doubt had sunk his fangs into the offering and felt the shift in his being as he was overwritten with the new name “Jeje”.

The blond reminded him of some pagan trickster god, Jeje thought, coiled against the forearm of his Eve. The white shirt and hoodie were soft enough to not catch on his scales as he moved, keeping himself warm, as he kept his fangs neatly tucked away. Attempting to steal from his capricious partner would only earn him an ascetic punishment, as he had learned through experience. He had been ordered to fast entirely for a week on his last attempt as penitence for his transgression.

Jeje was nothing if not obedient to his Eve, regardless of how unreasonable the whims he was subject to were. The vampire grumbled much of the time, knowing Mikuni’s fickle nature meant deference was unlikely to be rewarded -- though penace would still be demanded for defiance. He had figured out his Eve years ago, seeing him hurl a pillow at his bruised (albeit richer) then-roommate. Temperamental, but never foolish or naïve enough to let it harm his goals. Though Jeje understood Mikuni well, at times the Eve felt unfathomable, whether appealing for the vampire to purchase drinks at the nearby vending machine or in the quiet hours of the night as he silently wandered the streets with the snake around his neck. Though neither the holy nor unholy were meant to be understood by mortal existences, Jeje was reminded as he looked over the sleeping form on the couch with a cowboy hat covering his face.

The streetlamps glowed overhead as Jeje checked his bags were secure. The impromptu training exercise he was commanded to do with the other Eves had left him extra wary. Mikuni’s blond hair almost shone beneath the light as he tipped his head back, finishing the rest of his bottled coconut milk. After confessing his deliberate loss, he had been sent to fetch an appropriate offering for his Eve, which had been eagerly taken. The acceptance of repentance had Jeje swallowing the complaints from earlier and simply admiring his Eve.

The blond child that had sought him out years ago had become a mercurial path towards redemption he did not deserve but clung to desperately. He had sworn fealty and devotion to the undivine man before him, as no god could be as fragile as a mortal Eve. Though gods were objects for humans to behold, and Jeje knew that no sacred being would gaze upon him, who had seen beyond death and wandered the world as a revenant.

Jeje drank from the vial, knowing his Eve’s blood was a rare sacrament to receive. As profane as this Eucharist was, he felt strength surging through his godforsaken body. He had left his faith behind in the world of the living, but his Eve was the closest thing to salvation he had ever tasted.

[hairasuntouchedaspartoftheamazon]

Okay but Latinenatural is obviously like...the Most Catholic. Like skip that Midwest Protestantism we are talking about Mexican Catholicism here and the guilt and penace are REAL. We're talking a mother mary icon hanging from the mirror of the Impala and Hail Mary's said with regularity and Dean's lack of faith being that much stranger because how the fuck do you not believe in God as a Mexican and a hunter ? It's Sam going in for confessions and rosary beads in his pockets. The themes of familial love and familial guilt go in even harder here. More crosses. Sam still goes to Mass when he can, takes the sacrament, kneels in front of bloody Jesus and wishes he could make his pain be worth something like that. This is Dean's machismo taken up to fucking eleven because Mexican men are Like That but even he crosses himself when they enter churches and graveyards. Like wow go in for that iconography of the Son in pain and the Mother watching over you.

@sunforgrace

[distortionmoses]

God I want Penace so badly :( I saw her banner when I first started the game and I was like woah she looks cool but I didn't get her and now I have like way too much roll currency cause I never do the gacha

I opened arknights for the first time in like 3 months a few days ago and now I just can't stop playing it. It's such a fun tower defense but also dear god I get my butt kicked cause I stick to all the operators I love very much and so I use them a lot so I've had to grind my butt off to use some of my lesser used operators so high RES or high DEF enemies don't maul me to death

[kaykay-13]

" feel like this fits immoral qiu " CHONGYIN. THE ANSWER. CHONGYIN WOULD FREELY JUST TAKE HIS MONEY AS PENACE AND QIU IS TOO MUCH OF A STUPID SIMP TO ACTIVELY STOP HIM

you….. YOU ARE SO RIGHT. NVM. CHONGYIN IT IS. GOD…….. CHONGYIN X IMMORAL QIU. BOLDEST CROSSOVER OF ALL TIME

[apenitentialprayer]

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Before St. John the Baptist offered his head to the axe and the early Christians surrendered their bodies to lions, St. Joseph had already given his heart and soul as a sacrifice for Jesus. The Desert Fathers observed rigorous methods of penace and years of asceticism, but the glorious St. Joseph had already lived extreme poverty, exile, and hardship for love of Christ. Saint Francis Xavier sailed across the high seas to evangelize foreign lands, suffering for the Gospel in a distant country, but St. Joseph had already been the first and greatest missionary. Saint Thérèse of Lisieux taught the world the “little way” of holiness and childlike simplicity, but St. Joseph long before her had already perfected the spirituality of childlike confidence in God. Saint Joseph gave everything for Jesus and Mary. He poured himself out.

Donald H. Calloway, MIC (Consecration to St. Joseph: The Wonders of Our Spiritual Father, page 213)