#he's a cool priest

[abubblingcandle]

Six (or actually Seven) Sentence Sunday

From God Forbid You Leave Me (Like All The Rest Did) aka. The Dad!Higgins fic

“Oh come on Jamie you must be fucking kidding me,” Linday sighed. Jamie startled, straightening up and turning to stare at Lindsay. “Mate can priests even swear? I also don’t think priests are supposed to swear at their congregation,” Jamie frowned with a little exhale of displeasure. “You are not part of my congregation Jamie,” Lindsay scoffed. “You’ve been to an actual service once and you kept looking like if you stayed too long you would set alight. I’m talking to you now as basically your older brother and you are being an idiot,” Lindsay explained.

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[akkivee]

I HOPE KUUKOU COMES CRASHING THRU MY WINDOW TO KICK ME IN MY FACE AND THEN EVIL AI KUUKOU STEPS ON IT

[bluecheeseinmyoffwhites]

“I-I’m straight” girl stfu😭😭

[starlightwoofwoof]

I know it probably wouldn't happen since he's likely part of the cult, but an Akumatized Mort would be amazing

Classical Necromancer/Frankenstein (the scientist) lookin dude that literally causes a zombie apocalypse for the sole purpose of getting his hands on an old-ass priest /silly

M O R T T I M E

definitely went hard with the necromancer theme here lol

and idk what else to show you so uh, have Akuma! Mort punching Gregor in the face (welp he got his hands on him now 💀)

[roseofhybrids]

Would Thad install skate ramps, rails, and basketball hoops in his church that he'd run in the Godhood au?

At the start of each service he just ollies down to the podium and does a slam dunk before he lands

every service at the church of Saint Thaddeus the Cool carries the energy of a 90's toy commercial

Thad rolls in teaches a few important life lessons, maybe goes over a story about solver war misadventures, then he plays basketball with some of the kids

I'm picturing something between church and a YMCA. The building probably started off as just a rec center/GYM run by Thad. But as the decades passed and his position as a "saint" solidified, drones kept coming to talk to him about the solver and main trio, and to ask for blessings and advice. So, at some point, he turned one of the rooms into a sort of cathedral so he could hold services. I mean if a bunch of drones are coming to you for advice and questions, might as well try and put them on the right path yeah?

Don't think he'd see it as a church the same way the younger drones do. I mean, he's known Uzi, N, and V personally for several decades at this point. Would feel weird to start treating them as these larger than life untouchable beings. Like, imagine if one of your own friends suddenly gained superpowers and a cult formed around them. Really cool that they can do space science magic now, but worshiping them as being a higher being? After you witnessed them having daddy issues in the nurse's office and drawing little doodles of their boyfriend in class? Bit of a hard sell But, he knows he won't be able to stop the younger drones from doing it. So he just tries to make sure they turn out as good people

I'd imagine Lizzy and Thad share a church, mostly because I don't see Lizzy being interested enough in spreading the good word of Uzi to run her own

so instead, she helps Thad out at his occasionally tells stories that mainly involve V or times that Uzi killed people

but if you catch her on a good day, she'll tell you about times like the prom and final battle where the purple freak actually did good (but like, don't tell her she said that. Totally embarrassing)

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

Priest getou and nun reader or villager reader....(anything other than the word both isnt acceptable...😡😡😡 /j) -🪄

🪄 ANON I SEE YOU AND YOU RAISE A VALID POINT but please consider…… priest!geto and non-believer!reader.

imagine just waltzing into a church one day. almost as if on a whim. you don’t believe in god, you aren’t interested in praying, but you’re exploring this quiant little town, and the church looks pretty from afar, and you figure it could be a nice way to burn time.

you enter the building to find that a sermon is taking place. a priest is speaking to the few rows of people listening. the church is fairly small, but paintings and sculptures and the mellow glow of beautiful cathedral glass give it a sense of mystique that you’re drawn to. you take a seat and listen along, halfheartedly, not praying like the rest, not singing along to the hymns… you stick out like a sore thumb, but hey, it’s not as if anyone is paying attention.

except someone is, and it happens to be the priest that was holding the sermon just a second ago. the same one you spent most of your time oogling once the paintings started to bore you, because he’s so pretty for a priest. beautiful long black hair, amber eyes, sharp facial features, pretty hands and fingers — and the smoothest, silkiest voice you’ve heard in your life. like a sun-soaked bundle of lillies.

… also, his cassock is just a little too tight of a fit to tear your eyes away from.

you stick around a little longer once almost everyone has left, just scrolling on your phone and basking in the quiet, and that’s when he approaches you. he jokingly tells you that it’s always obvious when a non-believer enters a place of worship, but he’s not mad; he’s amused. you end up chatting a bit about your beliefs, he’s a lot more chill than you expected, and…. well. he’s just really, really charming.

so maybe you end up coming back the week after. maybe his smile is a bit like a spider’s web. maybe it becomes a kind of routine to speak to him after his sermons; you still don’t sing along to the hymns or spend any time on prayers, and he still finds it funny. maybe once in a while you end up liking a paragraph from the scripture he’s reciting, and he’s always more than happy to discuss it with you. but mostly you’re there for him. for your chats, for standing outside and badgering him about his beliefs while he smokes and listens with an amused grin.

rain hits the ground with a steady rhythm, earthy tobacco floods your veins, spiders by the ceiling weave a web of dew, and his presence is just a little more intoxicating than you’d deem appropriate.

suguru just… isn’t a very orthodox priest. he doesn’t care for the bible as more than a literary piece, he has his own view of god, his own thoughts on worship. he smokes. he may or may not occasionally manipulate church-goers into donating money so he can invest in another overpriced painting. you ask him if there are any bodies in the basement you should know about, and he answers that any self-respecting priest wouldn’t conduct their blood rituals in the basement of their own church. he knows how to pick locks. he tells you once, very quietly, that he doesn’t believe man was created in god’s image. there’s a look in his eyes that you don’t comment on.

he’s funny. charming. pleasantly suspicious. your conversations are enjoyable for the both of you, and eventually the edges of his cedar eyes begin to crinkle the slightest bit whenever you walk into his field of vision. sometimes he eyes your lips for a little too long, and a honeyed irony seeps into his grin when you call him out on it. he asks you if you’re tempting him on purpose, and you shrug. whatever exists between the two of you remains unspoken.

one day, he tells you that he believes it was god who sent you to him. you furrow your brows with a protest, a mutter reminding him of your beliefs, how you believe in free will — how you waltzed into his church out of your own volition. no one else’s.

he only smiles, and flicks the butt of his cigarette. you think he remains unconvinced.

[kazuaru]

old gay cowboys updated! now older & gayer than before 😁👍

[gingermintpepper]

Y'know, ever so often I go "man, I should make a post about x or y character from my story!" and then I take exactly 0.7 seconds to remember that I'm not doing historical fiction and that there is Genuine Context That Would Be Missing and then I just never talk about x or y character.

Anyway, Hyacinth has a pretty rad family. I love thinking about Hyacinth and his very rad family.

[neonhellscape]

yknow when you gotta jam that stupid little pin in that tiny slot in your phone to get the sim card out. he's doing that

[weremadeofbadcode]

Malevolent fandom.

Hear me out.

Hallelujah by Leonard Cohen

But it's John and Oscar.

[prowrestlingindustrialcomplex]

Drew: *Points to JD* Fuck ye!

Drew: *Points to Finn* Fuck ye!

Drew: *Points to Dominik* Definitely go fuck yehsel!

Drew: *Points to Rhea* Yeh cool!

Drew: *Points to Damian* And fuck ye, I’m out!

[bunnys-beetlejuice-blog]

no he wont show up but if wormwood was in cowboy he would be...... a preacher who became a gun slinger

[jadelemonadee]

jade at any year from 2021 - now will go “yeah these are the characters i like” and show you this like girl fym that’s the clergy😭

[thecrowsart]

[xollii]

White Pharaoh decreed all his war chariots now need a custom lifted suspension and a rubber nutsack