#nature priest

[butyoureyessaidyes]

9-1-1 AU: Demon Buck corrupts priest Eddie. [x]

"Let him go," Eddie demands, simmering with rage. "And why would I do that?" The voice is Buck’s, except it’s twisted, fractured somehow, crackling with a malice that sets Eddie’s nerves on fire. "He’s such a delicious vessel. So much pain. So much fear. So...much." The demon chuckles, low and menacing. "Do you have any idea what he thinks about when he’s alone at night?" Eddie doesn't dignify that with a response. He knows where this is going, and he refuses to have the conversation. Not now, not when Buck is trapped in his own body, fighting for control. "He’s terrified, you know," the demon taunts, leaning closer, as if to share a secret. "You should hear the way he cries out for you in his nightmares. It’s...intoxicating." "Shut up!" Eddie’s voice cracks, anger laced with desperation. He needs to do something—anything—to make sure this thing doesn't harm Buck. "Oh, it gets better." The demon smirks, relishing the torment he’s causing. "Buck’s been praying. But not to God. No, no...he’s been praying to you," the demon says, voice slick with oily delight. "He’s been begging you to save him, Eddie. Isn’t that tragic?" Eddie swears he can feel his heart crater. Buck has always put entirely too much faith in him. "Take me," he says, voice trembling with conviction. "Ruin me. But not Buck," he pleads. "I'll do anything. Just let me save him." "Nothing sweeter than a holy man on his knees for me," the demon murmurs. A dark smile spreads like smoke across Buck's face, and he watches as Eddie falls.

[canisalbus]

Trying to imagine if the Pope in Machette's universe is, like, a Pomeranian, and thus shrinks down to a fraction of his original size when wet. Like it rains and everyone is like 'oh, Your Holiness. Oh no'

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[neonhellscape]

gay tech priests standing by a computer, colourised

[dual-domination]

I present you Shen Wei X Tech things, Guardian Vol 3 Edition :v

A true disaster.

[evolutionsvoid]

Happy Halloween to you all! Here's hoping you folks got more trick-or-treaters showing up than I did! I pretty much still have all the candy I bought to give out. A bummer it was so dead out, but at least I got plenty of candy to drown them woes!

And this is a costume I hope to work on and keep wearing for the years to come. A little slapped together this year, but bit by bit it will come together!

[sylvieserene]

Fixing history using the power of editing and my editing skills!!

For today we have, New Titans (1980) Issue #100

✨ Wedding Special ✨

@robstarblog @robstaryeah pinging yall just in case so that this doesn't get lost in oblivion (It'd be painful since I worked 5 hours non stop on it lol)

I think the most time was taken by the final panel and adding in the finishing touches since I pretty much had to change everything to the pixel level, quite literally lol (I'm serious, I did)

Welp I hope the results were worth it! And with that, another one gets a good ending!!

I kinda didn't add sleeves in the first two panels of the final page because it didn't look good and looked janky with how I was editing it so yeah please ignore that-

[silassstingy]

rhea ripley and damian priest

bts summerslam kick-off 2024

[scottinaussie]

Fr. Mike Schmitz

October 2024

[mycoblogg]

FOTD #089 : lion's mane! (hericium erinaceus)

the lion's mane mushroom (also mountain-priest mushroom, bearded tooth fungus, & bearded hedgehog) is a tooth fungus in the family hericiaceae. it is native to north america, europe & asia where it can be found growing on hardwoods in a single, spiny clump.

the big question : can i bite it?? yes !! it is edible & common in gourmet cooking. it also has medicinal uses :-)

h. erinaceus description :

"the fruit bodies of h. erinaceus are large, irregular bulbous tubercules, usually white or off-white to cream in colour. they are 5–40 centimetres (2–15+1⁄2 inches) in diameter, & are dominated by crowded, hanging, spore-producing spines, which are 1–5 cm (1⁄2–2 in) long or longer."

[images : source & source] [fungus description : source]

[historyguide]

Karl Friedrich Lessing - Romantische Landschaft mit Klosteranlage.

[crowbird]

original thought/concept, pervious part

The cosmos is much like a forest. One seed, one idea can birth a world, and any alternate timelines branch off as the tree goes but it is still the same base concept. The rules are still the same and the statistical probability one exists on another branch of their tree is never zero. You do not however have that same probability should you look to another tree. A willow cannot grow acorns and a birch does not shed needles.

Worlds can branch on into the infinite levels of plausibility but each remains it's own even if the origin is one in the same. But the chance of someone slipping from their tree and falling into another is, well, not exactly typical. In fact it's so atypical that people often assume the multiverse and alternate timelines are the same thing. But the multiverse is the other timelines, it only becomes another universe entirely when the very rules that govern reality are different. Even the slightest difference of origin or technicality can prove effective but regardless it remains so.

There are entities who plant the trees and worlds who spring from the seeds dropped by others, but the forest is vast and does not end for neither does infinity and if it ever started is beyond even the oldest of gods.

One day, at the peak of a festival in a backwater capital in Europe a part of the world slipped and broke, the power coursing through the area of old gods and new, the birth of those ascended and descended shook the world so greatly that a contest of the festival was knocked from their branch. They did not fall into the void but rather managed to catch themselves on the branch of another tree.

For as much as a birch will not grow needles it can mutate, a new branch can be grafted onto another, one entity can plant multiple trees. And as such it is a gross oversimplification to simply say that you were from another world.

It would not be an oversimplification however to say that communicating such information is beyond your ability. After all the vastness of the forest is beyond human comprehension as are those entities that roam between it. As such the both of you decided it would be more believable to say you were from another world if pressed further.

"That just begs the question then why do you believe me?"

An excellent question, one Jason was still unsure of himself. The thought haunting the back of his mind for the better part of a week now. You'd think that he'd have other things on his mind—you know like patrolling the building that as of late everyone in the narrows had avoided like the plague. As if some festering illness was rooted in the walls, yet black mold it was not. Old floorboards and peeling paint may expose insulation old enough to ensure the presence of asbestos.

You would think he'd be more concerned about potentially falling through the rotten floorboards or getting snagged on a rusty nail. Nope, none of that was present in his mind. Rather the one that lingered was your words as a a pain beyond any other in his left leg shot through his left leg, the source only partially unclear. It was only the influence of the Lazuras that kept him standing long enough to put a bullet through the man's outstretched arm.

The hand once outstretched dropped to his side, limp and bloody not from the bullet but rather the brutal mutilation of a sigil cut into skin. One he recognized even as back at your shop, in between a discussion of intentions, you had drawn out several sigils, explaining their origin with the various old gods of your world. A request that if he comes across the symbols in his to let them know. After all you had said it yourself, who were you to know if you were the only thing that fell through.

He was fairly sure it wasn't the symbol you wore on your flesh but he was a little busy dodging to check the fine details.

The man's smile grew wider, the desert dry skin of his face cracking more with the expression, eyes vacant and bloodshot all at once. The garb was something like a priest but even with the crimes done in the name of religion Jason did not want to believe this thing was a priest.

Raising his other hand the priest let out a laugh, Jason in turn let out a rather embarrassing yelp has his jacket caught fire. Throwing the red leather off, he once again launched himself across the room to put distance between them. This man would kill him. He knew that, instinctively, the fear settling in the depths of his bones as it settled there to fester under his skin.

Call it innate, call it instinctual, call it learned, call it observed, call it a thousand different things but regardless of how he simply knew. Knew that if he did not kill this man this man would kill him, and Jason Todd had no desire to die twice, least of all by whatever this was. So it was with little shame that a bullet found itself in the man's head. Body crumbling to the ground, old floorboards groaning with the sudden weight. The walls sighed a gasp of dust at the effort and Jason lets his shoulders drop.

The body doesn't move. Which is good. It would be very bad if the body moved. Jason let out a sigh, he had barely finished the book he bought a few days ago and looks like he'd be going back for another one within the hour.

crow's note: once i set up the like barebones plot i promise I'll write something silly and fun, alternatively you could drop something in my inbox and i will write something silly and fun as well

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[northwest-by-a-train]

New rule for Anglos: you are not allowed to talk about the French Revolution if you don't spend at least three minutes on the wikipedia article "War of the first coalition"

[austin-friars]

Short Story Snippet - Of Natural Sin

A conversation in 1542, between a soon to be married woman, and her friend and priest - who is gay and a bastard.

[rotting-charm]

dark priest

[rarepears]

Sqh au

As we all might know, shang Qinhua is technically a god since he creates a whole different universe.

sqh has this godly aura surrounding him that can only be sensed by other gods. The thing is that most cultivators, let alone the entire population of mortals can't see it.

Imagine a scenario where the system creates a crossover episode with tcgf.

Imagine this: Shang Qinghua finally got railed by his newly wedded husband Mobei Jun in their wedding bedroom of red silks and red candles when he suddenly finds himself glowing... and floating... while naked and covered in far too much oil, lube and unmentionable liquids, ass gaping and leaking...

and he finds himself surrounded by a bunch of deities walking on little clouds. Oh and he gets the lovely news that he's ascended into heaven while still, you know, naked and clearly in the middle of sex.

Any and all thoughts of round 2 with the husband long since evaporated from Shang Qinghua's mind.

So, uh. Mobei Jun has been really uptight and prissy, a bride-zilla really, in the months leading up to the wedding ceremony. He's been horny and repressed like no one's business and it's led to all of the North praying for Shang Qinghua to quickly fuck their king back to a more manageable state-

Which Shang Qinghua did accomplish!

-in addition to Shang Qinghua getting back to putting his 200% in managing the Northern territories instead of "only" 100% because he too was busy with wedding preparations (and virgin nerves about his upcoming wedding night).

So on the day and night of the wedding, the entire North went to pray. They gave their thanks to Shang Qinghua's contributions to their improved living conditions, the cheaper prices of goods and better medical access and so forth. With all of these merits and belief, in addition to Shang Qinghua's existing godly powers of literary creation, it's enough to cause Shang Qinghua to ascend to become a proper god in a proper heaven.

Previously, not that Shang Qinghua was aware of it, he was technically a god cast out of heaven who needed to earn merit and prayers to ascend.

But now he's back in the heavenly realm--

If only the timing was better!

(Good thing this is Mobei Jun and not Luo Binghe because the latter might have the wrong idea that his heavenly pillar was so heavenly that it sends all his bed partners to heaven. Mobei Jun is a bit more humble than that.)

[More in #shang qinghua's bad timing ascending to tcgf heaven au]

[satakentia]

Lumsdale Falls Peak District, Derbyshire, UK

by Tim Priest