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They don't exist bitch, they're imaginary.
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#amoongsus#noah from the bible#airplanes#blood sucking parasites#zebras#vitamins#the united states of america#wasabi ice cream#bang chan#cocoa ass#ovulation fluid#balls#that one bitch from moana#tiny bananas#children#frogs#anna from frozen#men on youtube#only mark tho#rick astley#shen xiaoting from kep1er#hyuna and dawn#dm by fromis_9#sloths#watermelon#mangos#the statue of liberty#the holy trinity#purple cats#quebec
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saw someone refer to Noah as "from Christianity" the other day and I died a little bit inside
#slug.txt#it was a bit of writing referencing figures and gods from many religions. and then they pull out that right towards the end and aaaa pain#jumblr#like even in the christian bible noah wasnt christian. he was before christ.
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what if Gopher Wood’s name was Groundhog Metal. Lol!
#jk i know his name is a bible reference. gopher wood is what noahs ark was built from. if anyone did not know#honkai star rail#hsr
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Easter? Sorry I don’t Noah….
Available on Redbubble here
#animaniacs#yakko warner#dot warner#wakko warner#animaniacs 2020#warners ark#really loved this song in season 2#almost as much as I did yakkos big idea#so I decided to try do a poster style piece like I did for that song#I’m really enjoying drawing art based of the songs in the reboot…this is my fourth one now#the warner siblings#anyway happy Easter#I finished this last month but thought it be funny to post it now#Noah’s arks from the bible and theres an egg there this totally counts#yakkos text is the Wikipedia article for monotremes#well disjointed lines from it at least#Spotify#this took 12 hours btw#so I will be shoving it into your faces#oh i tried making their heads bigger to match the cannon style#idk if i like it or not
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“When I send clouds over the earth, the rainbow will appear in the clouds, and I will remember my covenant with you and with all living creatures. Never again will the floodwaters destroy all life.”
Genesis 9:14-15 NLT 🌈
The Original Symbolism of the Rainbow, given by the Master Creator, God.
#rainbow#rainbows#god’s promise#promise from god#covenant#promise#flood waters#destruction#cleanse#purg#corruption#for all mankind#life on earth#mankind#humanity#sin#never again#flood#Noah#the ark#bible story#biblical#bible history#historical#great flood#bible verse#holy bible#christian faith#christian blog#christian tumblr
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one of the most important aspects to be learnt of being a political thinker online, a passive or active viewer of sociopolitical discourses and marginalization, is that just because you find someone to be “wrong” on a subject, have a bad take on a words definition or have shitty political/strategic takes, or just be fucking annoying to you personally, doesn’t make them stop being from the same marginalized group or group-of-groups as yourself. tragically sometimes a comrade-in-arms also just fucking sucks without it being a cishetero bourgeois psyop or a more-particularly-advantaged-yet-still-marginalized-group punching down. like there can be “self-hating” people from demographics actively trying to oppress said demographics but 9 times out of 10 Kaleb from My Discourses isn’t a Dennis Prager rubbing elbows with literal nazis he’s just that dipshit who thinks Judaism as a social category necessitates matrilineal affiliation (even though the people that actively hate Judaism as a social category don’t conceive of it as such). For example I mean.
this should really go without saying but good fucking god my own time in the ‘strangers with a word or two in common trying to kill each other online’ trenches neeeeded
#yes this is about queer community discourse#(most) about anyway i mean. i literally talked about a judaism thing in the post lol#realizing this has felt like a gigantic fucking burden got lifted off my shoulders. like oh yeah sometimes you can just dislike a line#of rhetoric without it being a fucking calamity that invalidates other peoples places in the broader ‘community’.#the fact i can care IS important to some extent but what still matters more is that The -Archs rarely if ever actually care that much#regaurdless of what a sapphic calls themselves they’d still be lit on fire by the deathsquads for degeneracy as much as the rest of us#just because some dipshit thats personally loathsome on an individual scale takes any criticism of the use of ‘queer’ as a personal attack#doesn’t remove the fact that theyre still just as fucking fallible as the rest of us#like this doesn’t remove how i feel about these subjects. some labels are fucking redundant and shitty and yes-actually-invalidating of#other peoples definitions (most importantly MINE hahaa!) but jesus h fucking christ i haven’t seen a ‘bad actor’ on these subjects in years.#it was only ever the discorse itself really that alerted and enabled people to get noteworthily bad about. like#anything. even setting aside vaguing bi lesbian as a label (sorry) EVERY FUCKING DISCOURSE THAT ISN’T ‘hey this person doxxed someone’ or#or ‘hey these are closed fucking religious practices/stereotypes/slurs’ has been like that!!!#ace discourse was a fucking hellscape and i genuinely just don’t think the problems would have happened there on either side if people#actually fucking treated each other like. human beings????#some of THAT came down to trying to compare opressive forces against even the other acronymal identities is a politically disturbing underta#aking in its own right. we can barely talk fucking humanely about the intersections of transphobia abd homophobia throw amatonormativity on#the mix and expecting 2015 tumblr to be civil is like hand ak-47s to middle schoolers. urk.#so basically i’m the smartest and bestest because i can acknowledge and respect my own biases while still recognizing them AS biases and#try to always keep the broader political climate in mind when considering topics that are ‘hot button’ to myself uwu#i’m basically just like noah from the bible i’m so virtuous i’m going to start a big zoo in a boat now
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Why is the Night Nurse like the only British one? Like, the woman is millions of years old, lives in a 1950s style office, falls in love with a man who lives under the sea and is fucking British?
#idk about the other workers in the Department#Im bad at telling other accents apart from the British one ngl#but srs#could it be something like TVA?#the workers being kidnapped to work?#that would acc be a good addition to the story#i think#dead boy detectives#night nurse#man in whale#NOAH??? MAYBE? MORE BIBLE REFERENCES?
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oh it's NOT about noah fighting a giant shark nevermind
#a movie about noah from the bible fighting a giant shark to save all of creation would be an amazing movie#like the serpent has sent a giant shark to destroy the ark and thus doom all life#nah this just sounds lame as all hell#disappointing#starposts
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Please Dear Lord, have mercy on me. Have mercy on all of us, as we watch and pray for our return. Rid our mind, body and souls of any sinful thoughts and desires. Be with us always until the day you finally come for your church. Knowing the times we are living, now is more than a greater time than ever to turn towards you. For you, are the one true path to Heaven. And forever will we be putting our faith in you, watching for you and speaking your truth.
Come fast, Lord Jesus.
Amen.
#bible prophecy endtimes#end times#endtimes#jesus is coming#bibleprophecy#youtube#faith in jesus#follow jesus#time is running out#spread the word#pestilence#birth pangs#sin of homosexual#sin of transgenderism#sin of pride#sin of humanity#days of noah#days of lot#extreme weather#wars and rumors of wars#seven year tribulation#rapture of the church#warnings from god#judgement of god#signs from god#signs of the end times#redemption draws near#time to repent#give glory to god#stand fast in the faith
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hi, i saw your post about grigori angels and was wondering why this disproves the kokabiel and baraquiel!crowley theories? sorry if this has been asked before, or it's obvious!
hey anon, nothing to be sorry about!!
i wouldn't necessarily say the fact kokabiel and baraquiel are grigori disproves the theory, if only because we don't know how the grigori story fits into the good omens canon- and playing fast and loose with the bible stories is always an option so it's still a possibility, just an unlikely one if we follow the orginal biblical canon; as the grigori arrive much later on, and their 'fall' is not the same one as we see with 'lucifer's angels'
regardless, the grigori are fascinating to consider- especially in the gomens universe! they're unique amongst angels, and still vastly different from demons- the only ones who well and truly get humans
i'll start by quickly sharing the grigori lore, then bring it back to crowley
The Grigori
the grigori are detailed in the book of enoch, and their time is after eden, after the beginning. with sin now being an option for humans, the grigori were created and sent to earth to understand human behaviour
their name translates to 'the watchers'. an apt title for their role: watchers over humanity. the reason for this is debated, but fundamentally we come down to the important fact that the grigori, with their unique position as Watchers, understood humans better than any other angel- which was the whole point. why humans sinned, and how to influence them towards virtue and faith while still allowing humans to maintain their free will.
then, things began to change. the grigori started to interact with humans, taught us of technology and knowledge that we would soon discover ourselves. they later began to marry humans. they copulated with humans- from this, we had the nephilim. i don't need to reiterate how that particular tale ends. at least, not for the nephilim.
The Second Fall
here's the fun part. at least, in the context of talking about 'Fallen Angels'
in the eyes of god, the grigori had left their place of belonging, heaven, in favour of humans and earth. for this act, they were to fall.
except, the grigori didn't fall. at least, not in the sense we tend to define falling.
jude, verse six, outlines as much. 'and the angels that kept not with their first estate but left with their own habitation, he hath reserved in everlasting chains under darkness unto the judgement of the great day'
it would be more accurate to say the grigori were cast out, that they are in 'time out'- for they were not stripped of their grace, nor did they fall to hell/become demons as lucifer's angels did. instead their punishment is to spend the rest of their years on earth, until the day of judgement. for all intents and purposes they are still angels, just not yet allowed back into heaven.
(when we consider that the grigori had already been living on earth, amongst humans, there's something to be said for wondering if this is really a punishment at all. god really fumbled the bag on that one, or maybe it was intentional. the grigori tale is full of interesting debates!)
from what i gathered, this event is [colloquially] referred to as 'the second fall'. it happens after the original fall, the better known one. a long time after- given the grigori are after eden.
the important takeaways about the grigori come down to this: they are unique amongst angels for understanding humans, they are the parents of the nephilim, and they 'fell' from heaven- but not in the same way
Fitting with Good Omens/Angel!Crowley theories
if we're following the biblical canon here, crowley couldn't have been kokabiel or baraqiel for they are both grigori. they didn't fall with lucifer, not as the-angel-that-crowley-was did. by the time of kokabiel and baraquiel, crowley the demon already existed.
the grigori came after the beginning, once humans had already left eden. their 'fall' is referred to as the 'second fall', nevermind the fact that they didn't really fall at all. the grigori aren't in hell, they aren't demons- they're still angels. contrastingly, crowley fell, and very much is a demon- he's part of the first [real] fall, one of lucifer's angels. let's also remember that a very important part of the grigori story is how they fell for, and into bed with, humans- and procreated with them. somehow, this isn't something i envision for the-angel-that-was-crowley
this said, crowley (and aziraphale) were definitely about on earth during the time this was happening. they witnessed the flood themselves (the incident designed for the purpose of destroying the nephilim, the offspring of grigori and humans), and i'm sure at least aziraphale would have heard about the 'second fall', if not also crowley along with the rest of hell (also, imagine how pissed you'd be if you took a million-light-year dive into sulphur, came out a demon of hell, only for these 'watcher angels' to also be called fallen, when all they did was get put in time out for several millenia. the unfairness has to sting)
i like to imagine crowley had a form of healthy tolerance-bordering-appreciation for grigori angels- they value humanity's free will, shared knowledge with humans that often centred on creative and technological developments, even when this meant punishment by god
what makes the grigori so interestingly unique is their understanding of humans and what may drive them to sin. it's a skill that even aziraphale, with his appreciation for humanity, hasn't quite grasped yet
i don't think we'll ever actually see the grigori in good omens, since they're not too widely known of, but they fit so perfect to the good omens theme of discussing human morality and behaviour that we see debated by crowley and aziraphale. they'd both have very different, very strong, feelings about the grigori and their fate- which is fun to think about
#ask#i am fascinated by grigori if it isn't obvious enough asdf i'm s o r r y for that#i definitely deviated from the original point#good omens#crowley#angel!crowley#i called them grigori wayy more than 'the watchers' here but they're called 'the watchers' more often in theology/also the bible#i just prefer 'grigori'#it sounds nicer#please please p l e a s e talk to me about the grigori bc obsession doesn't quite cover it#also what i love so much about the grigori is how you can interpret that story and it's implications in so many different ways#i'd l o v e to write something for this but honestly i'd be too invested and it would be too long so i am choosing ~peace~#ohhh also also when you remember the grigori side it brings a whole new level of angst to the mysopotamia/noah's ark time period-#for both crowley and aziraphale!!#oh the brainworms are brainworming#i'll never stop thinking about this
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everytime someone says fyodor has a god complex, an angel ( me ) dies
#he HAS A FUCKED UP SAVIOR COMPLEX#he has noah from the bible paralellism in my mind#fyodor bsd#bsd#fyodor dostoyevsky bsd
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chelsea are doing what to a guy named noah?
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God's Favor Toward His People
For it is You who blesses the righteous man, O LORD, You surround him with favor as with a shield (Psa 5:12). We show someone favor when we treat them with special kindness, granting them a blessing or improving the quality of their life. God’s favor refers to the goodness and blessings He bestows on others. His favor is based on His sovereignty, for He is under no compulsion to act, but does…
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#Daniel found favor in the eyes of God#divine favor#Does God show favor?#Favor#Favor from God#Favor from the Lord#God&039;s favor#God&039;s favor Noah#God&039;s favor to Christians#God&039;s favor to David#God&039;s favor to Joseph#God&039;s favor to us#God&039;s favor toward His people#Noah found favor in the eyes of God#Should people show favor to others?#the Lord&039;s favor#What does the Bible say about God&039;s favor?#what the Bible say about showing favor?#who does God favor?#Why does God show favor#Why does God show favor toward His people?
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Guys here me out
Two brothers named Sugar and Dis. Sugar is jealous and kills Dis.
Or how about man and a women, the man’s name is Bomb, and the woman is Ning. Bomb, and Ning get tricked by Oil to eat a forbidden fruit of knowledge. They are banished from there home because of it.
Or maybe a man named Lot, he is told by god to make a bout and save pairs of animals from a flood.
So this idea is, Biblical or mythological story’s but you slant there names.
For example
Sugar-Cain
Dis-Able
Adam-Bomb
Eve-Ning
Snake-Oil
Noah-Lot
What do you think, and do you have any other funny ones.
#art#digital art#bible quote#bible story#bible#slant rhymes#adam#eve#Noah#Cain#able#snake from the Bible
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if this doesn't happen what's the point of these new movies honestly
Noa is Caesar's descendant this. Mae is an astronaut that. Ya know what i really want in Kingdom? Grape juice plus.
Bonus points if this time around, an ape is the one to introduce it to a human.
#on discord you said something about Noah’s ark references. What if I told you...#that at some point after the flood when Noah and his family make it back into land.#noah gets REAALLLYYY really drunk#like blackout drunk.#(he also gets naked but I digress)#so like.#If the film(s) DO have Noah’s Ark Biblical references and they continue throughout the rest of the trilogy (if we get one)#Drunk Noa is TOTALLY within the realm of possibility.#(Or drunk apes in general)#Bible Noah gets drunk (and naked) in his tent and one of his sons (Ham) sees him and doesn’t really do anything about it.#Ham calls his other two brothers (Shem and Japheth) over to essentially point and laugh at their dad.#Shem and Japheth go#“dude we're not doing that also why didn’t you cover him" So they walk backwards into their dads tent to cover him up#Noah wakes up#finds out what Ham did#and uhhhh. Basically curses him and his entire future bloodline USHDHSKSN 💀. dont think theyll take any inspo from the:#“somene seeing someone else naked and not doing anything / cursing family bloodlines” thing but hey who knows lol.#but in terms of general Noahs Ark refs im almost sure we're going to get some#one of the FX guys mentioned how theres a lot of wet ape fur in this movie#and they’re more prepared to tackle something like that bc they (WETA) just came out of doing Avatar 2. Which had a BUTTLOAD of water lolol#and seeing that Proximus lives (??) on an old abandoned ship... Cmon. LOLLL#also! In the story (Genesis) Noah sends out a couple of birds after the flooding has stopped (they’re still on the Ark)#to see if there’s any land. (If the birds came back = no land. If they never came back = means they found land / SOMETHING to land on)#and Ape Noa has a bird... so they could do something with that if they wanted to.#pota#og pota
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Sacrilege
summary: being the daughter of a Pastor meant your life was the Bible through and through. Noah being the son of the choir director meant that even though he rejected the faith, he still showed up. You’ve known Noah all your life and always tried to get him right with Christ so he wasn’t predisposed to an afterlife of eternal damnation. What you didn’t expect though, was for him to begin chipping away at the walls of the only thing you’ve ever known. Faith.
pairing: PastorsDaughter!Reader x Noah Sebastian
warnings: sacrilege, smut, religious themes, corruption kink, unprotected sex, mentions of cult-like behaviors, "kool-aid" incident mentioned, just please beware reading this if this is not your vibe!!
word count: 4.6k
A/N: this is an 18+ blog so MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!! This is ALL FICTIONAL!!
You and Noah had known each other since you two could talk. He was always the rebellious one, you were the rule follower, you had to be. Your father was the Pastor of the Concrete Commune of Christ.
Coining its name based off of how "solid" the community’s connection to God was.
But even concrete can crumble.
“Have you changed your ways yet?,” You question him, “I grew up with you, Noah, I really don’t want you to go to hell,”
“Oh, Dove you’re gonna go to hell too,” he smirks, all of this was a joke to him. He has made it clear to everyone in the commune, from a young age, how he feels about religion but they let him stay in hopes that the 28 year old will one day accept Jesus as his Lord and Savior.
“No I’m not,” you shriek, “I’m a follower of God, I live by the book,”
“You live by the book huh?,” he plucks the collar of your shirt, “Deuteronomy 22:11, ‘ye shall not wear cloth combining linen and wool’… your little sweater with the mock collar is a sin,”
“Leviticus 19:28,” you eye his tattoos, any time you two were near each other, it was a banter like this. Noah found it amusing but you were serious. You cared about everyone in the commune, you wanted them to make it to Heaven.
“I’ve made my peace with knowing I won’t make it to those pearly gates,” he gets closer, “If I did it’d probably be to spit in your God’s face and dethrone him,”
“Noah, that’s blasphemous!,” you gasp, “W-what… what is wrong with you?,”
“Your God makes no mistakes right? So he made me this way”
“Satan really has his claws in you,” you give a shaky breath.
“He’s a cool guy,” shrugging as if it were a normal statement, “He’s not as uptight with the rules to brainwash you all like cattle,”
“It’s not brainwash! This is the way. The word of God is the true light,”
“Why do you think he’s called the Shepherd, Dove? Because you’re all sheep. None of you think for yourselves. It won’t be long before your father is feeding you all kool aid and you all commit mass suicide,”
“You’re real nasty you know that?,” How dare you he question your faith. Your faith is all you’ve ever known and as far as you are aware, it's the reason you wake up every day.
“Oh baby you haven’t seen nasty. I can show you though,”
“I cannot commit sin as freely as you,” the disgust written all over your face, “I cannot commit sin with a clear conscience,”
“So repent,” He brushes a strand of hair out of your face, “What did your Lord and Savior die for if you don’t sin? You really want him to have died for nothing? Up on that cross with nothing but a sponge of vinegar in his mouth. You really want to be that ungrateful and not appreciate his sacrifice?,”
He gets closer to where he’s whispering in your ear. He’s so haunting, so… unholy, you question how he doesn’t burst into flames when he walks through the doors of the sanctuary.
“I can show you a real baptism. I bet you’d look pretty in all white… wet… as you cleanse your soul of the dirty acts you’ve committed”
“W-we… we should really focus on getting the lesson together, Noah,” you scoot your chair away from him and turn back to your bible, “I think the book of Psalms will be a great place to start. We can teach the others about the protection the Lord gives as long as you believe and do right unto others,”
Noah played your little game. Giving you pointers for the lesson. For someone who rejected faith the way he did, he knew the Bible pretty well, better than you actually, and almost no one in the congregation knows the Bible better than you.
That’s what started your time spent together. Your father was wary of Noah, considering his tattoos and his music taste outside of the church but when he saw the way Noah studied the Bible with you, he figured you were a good influence, he figured that you were following in his footsteps and spreading the gospel.
Except that wasn’t the case.
Noah was planting seeds in the garden that was your mind. He sat beside you every Wednesday night and Sunday morning whispering in your ear. Deconstructing everything your father was speaking at the altar.
He was able to plant seeds of doubt so easily and that shook you. How solid was your faith if you could question it in just a few weeks? Maybe the Devil is trying to get you on his side, but you must stand firm. So you pray more, you sit at the altar more, you sing hymns so that the voice of doubt could be drowned out.
But it was proving to be pointless almost, you’d go home every night and find it hard to read the Bible. Finding it hard to believe in a God that let horrible things happen around the world and to innocent people.
How do you keep faith like that?
That’s how you find yourself in the pulpit of the church.
Looking up at the statue of the figure that you called Lord and Savior for the last twenty something years of your life.
“Lord, if you’re listening I really need you to keep me strong in my stance. If you’re really there why is my faith in you wavering? If you’re really up there… why don’t you help the poor? Why do you keep sister Paula in an unsafe situation with her husband? If you’re really there-,”
“No one is listening, Dove,”
He has a teasing edge to his tone. He’s making fun of you.
“No one is up there answering your prayers,” his voice gets closer until he’s sitting beside you, “You’re alone. You’re praying to a voice in your head. You want to know why he doesn’t help the poor? Because he isn’t real. And if he is… then he’s one selfish fuck. Wanna know why sister Paula stays with her abusive husband? Because your father brainwashes his congregation into believing that divorce is something that immediately sends you to hell. Either that or your God is a sadistic voyeur,”
You feel Noah wipe the tears off your face as you turn to look for him.
“There are no pearly gates… there is no eternal damnation. Everything you were taught was to keep you in line. To keep you docile. But I know you wanna be set free, Dove,”
He sucks the tip of his thumb, humming at the taste of your tears.
“Do you want me to open the cage and set you free? Do you want me to show you the real light?,”
“I will be forsaken,” there’s a tremble in your tone. Your wings have been clipped long enough and yet now that you have the option to fly, a part of you wants to stay caged.
“You’ve already been abandoned, Dove,” his spit covered thumb traces over your lips, “I can give you something to pray to. Something that’s tangible. Something you can see… touch…,”
“I can be your God,” he was so close to your face now, so close that his lips were touching yours, you could smell the sweet mint of his favorite gum, “I can make today your judgment day. I can walk you to the light, Dove,”
“H-how? You’re just a mortal like me,”
“You doubt me but believe in a man that rose on the third day?,” he was smiling as if your words were the world's best comedy. The congregation had its hooks in you deep. But it's okay, he'd remove them with ease.
“Noah. I don’t wanna go to hell,” you cried, it was hard to break free of all you were taught
“With me, heaven is the only place you’ll go. Follow me and I can show you the real way. Follow me and you won’t have to live your life in fear. Follow me… and I will show you how a real God treats his followers,”
Before you can answer, Noah is taking your hand and guiding you to your father’s study, locking the door before letting go of your hand.
“Psalm 90:17, what does it say again?,”
You swallow thickly, you know the verse and for some reason it’s not coming out. It doesn't feel right to spew scriptures anymore.
“You claim to know the Bible front and back and can’t recite one of the easiest scriptures?,”
Why was he being so mean? One minute he seems as though he wants to help but the next he’s asking you questions related to scripture, what is his game?
“I do know it it’s just-,”
“Not important enough to remember,” he leans back on your father’s desk, arms folded, tattooed muscles stretching the sleeves of his tight black tee.
“Let the favor of the Lord our God be upon us, and establish the work of our hands upon us. Yes, establish the work of our hands" Noah answers for you, sarcasm dressing his tone as he throws his hands up as if he's praising, “what does that scripture mean, Dove?,”
“It means… it’s a plea for the Lord to bless people and their work beyond imagination,” you seemed dazed.
“Every night that’s the last thing I speak before bed after I cum to the thought of you on your knees, praying to me,”
“M-Matthew 7:15, Noah… Beware of false prophets, who come to you in sheep’s clothing but inwardly are ravenous wolves,”
“And you are but a little lamb,” He pushes himself off the desk to circle you and suddenly… he feels like a hawk circling his prey, “I never came to you in sheep’s clothing… you knew who I was from the beginning,”
He was so close now. Whispering in your ear so close that it sent shivers down your spine.
“I had faith you could change. I prayed for you every night, Noah I wanted you to see the light,”
“I am… the true light. I don’t need you to pray for me… I need you to pray to me,”
“I cannot… Exodus 20: 4-5. There are no other Gods, Noah,”
His dark chuckle made your stomach do flips. How is he okay with laughing in the face of God like this?
“You’re forgetting a vital piece of that scripture, Dove,” his hands are touching you now and you find it embarrassing when his grip has to tighten when your knees buckle.
“I am not-,”
“I hate my people worshiping other Gods,” he answers plainly, “Your God admits there are others amongst him. He’s just a greedy…,”
A kiss to your neck makes you gasp, your mouth feels dry as you choke on your saliva.
“Selfish…,” a little nibble where your neck and shoulder meet, “Unworthy prick who doesn’t deserve a lamb like you. I deserve you. I deserve your praise. I deserve to hear you sing songs about me. I deserve to experience the look on your face when your knees ache from being on them so long when praying,”
His hand is under your skirt now, do you push him away? Do you… do you welcome it? What if this is God testing you to see if you’re a true follower?
Will you follow him?
Or the Devil?
“I deserve to be the flesh and blood you devour every first Sunday,”
His middle finger swipes between your lips and there’s an unfamiliar rush that takes over your body.
“Let me show you the fruit I bear,”
You can feel him smiling against your ear as he speaks directly into it. It feels like he’s speaking to your soul. All this time you’ve been praying and it’s been nothing but silence but now… now here Noah is, speaking his word into your ear and it’s taking over your mind.
That’s all you’ve ever wanted, was a voice in your ear with a sense of direction. Maybe the Lord has forsaken you… maybe it’s time to try a new path of faith?
“Show me the light,” you breathe out.
Those were the words he was waiting for. That’s all he needed to hear before he’s turning you around and gripping the nape of your neck to plant his lips on yours in a searing kiss. It was overwhelming, to feel his lips and his tongue and then his hands roaming your body as he sets you on the desk.
“Can I taste you?,” he asks, “Can I taste the sweet fruit you bear?,”
You don’t know exactly what he means by taste you but with the eyes of a lamb, you nod to him.
“I will be a good disciple. Show me the truth and I will follow you,”
The words coming out like projectile vomit. The haze of the confusion and deteriorating faith creates a cast over your mind.
Noah’s hands are slowly taking off your cotton panties, eyeing the string of slick that follows before it breaks its connection to your underwear and lands on your inner thigh.
“So ripe. So fresh,” he mutters as he lowers himself on his knees, “I just might have to worship you,”
It makes your cheeks heat up. All your life, all you’ve known is worshiping something you can’t see. You were taught to be humble and modest and yet here you are… with a heretic on his knees before you claiming he wants to praise you.
A flip switches.
“Show me,” you plead softly, “I wanna know what it’s like to be praised,”
If you didn’t know any better, you’d have thought his eyes turned completely black for a second, but it’s too late now. You’re already committing sin and like Noah said… don’t let Jesus die for nothing, right?
His lips make a path on your inner thighs before they find that string of slick. You feel his warm tongue flatten against your thigh and suddenly his eyes are in the back of his head and he lets out a moan that was devilish, it came from the core, as if he was parched and it was the first drop of liquid he received after a long, desolate journey.
“I knew you’d taste good,”
You’re watching his every move. You can’t tear your eyes off of him. Especially when his mouth isn’t even an inch away from your core. He stared and stared and you were wondering if something is wrong.
So you try to close your legs but he’s not having that. His big hands spread them even wider than they were before, taking in the view.
“My goodness maybe there is a God,” he smirked as he stared at your wet lips, “Back out now, Dove, because once I start, I will feast as if it’s the last supper,”
“I wanna see the light. Show me the light, No- OH!,”
You’re immediately cut off when he finally touches you. His mouth is so warm, he’s getting you all over his face like a juicy peach in the summer time.
You’re gripping the edge of the desk as if your life depends on it and with what he’s doing, it seems like it does.
He’s suckling on your bundle of nerves, his finger tips are digging into your thighs and it feels so good but all the sounds you’re wanting to make are trapped in your throat.
“N-Noah… N-,” you wheeze
“N-N-Noah,” he pulls back and mocks you. He’s taunting you and it brings a wave of embarrassment so bad that tears flooded into your eyes, “Relax. You’re being a good disciple,”
Your eyes flutter at those words as he dives back in. He’s lapping at you as if you have a prize inside and he wants it.
Then you feel it. He’s sliding a finger in and it takes your breath away.
“There we go,” he whispers against your clit, “Tell me when I’ve hit that spot,”
You have no idea what spot he’s talking about. Not until he’s adding a second finger and reaches deep within you and lightly curls his finger.
“Oh! O-oh m-my… goodness!!,” your legs bend and tremble, toes pointed. You don’t know what that is but it feels immaculate.
“There she goes,” He’s got you now. He now has made a mental map of your core. Knowing what makes you cry out, what makes you mewl like a cat in heat.
His fingers are speeding up and your juices are splashing on the ugly carpet of the church office.
You’re committing sacrilege and you know it’s wrong but why does it feel so… right? so… Heavenly?
Your stomach begins to tighten and you need something better to grip on, so your hand flies to Noah’s head, gripping so tight the moan he gives goes straight to your core and before you know it, your body is convulsing and you’re crying asking the Lord for forgiveness for the sin you’ve just committed.
“You’re forgiven,” Noah answers, “Let’s repent, yeah?,”
He slowly stands up and within the light of the rising moon, his lips are red, swollen and glistening. He’s sucking on the fingers that were just inside you and a part of you feels as though it should make you cringe but instead it causes your heart to race and you want to taste his tongue.
As if he can read your mind, his lips are on yours once more and you can taste yourself. It’s not something you’d taste alone, but tasting it on Noah? That’s something you can get used to.
After he pulls away he pulls you off the desk and brings you around to the other side. On the back of the office door is a mirror and above the door is a cross.
“As much as I’d like you on your knees… I have something else in mind that’s far more exciting,” he pulls you back and takes the swiveling chair so the back is against the desk before helping you on it, situating you on your knees and pulling the neckline of your top down so your breasts spill over.
He toys with your nipples with a shit-eating grin, admiring the way your body responds to him.
“Hebrews 13:4,” you whine. The guilt started to creep back in, maybe you should stop, Noah would understand. With the cross staring right back at you, it all started to become too much, “Let marriage be held in honor among all, and let the marriage bed be undefiled, for God will judge the sexually immoral and adulterous,”
“I am the only God here, Dove,”
Your eyes meet his in the mirror and you’re back under his spell.
“What God keeps his people from experiencing something so good, so… freeing that it feels like they’re ascending? I am unclipping your wings, Dove. Won’t you fly with me?,”
You feel him poke at your core, spreading the wetness, coating his tip. He just wanted to slide right in but he knew he had to work you up first. His grip on your breast was tantalizing. His tattooed hand in contrast to your skin was a beautiful sight to see.
He was right.
What God kept his people caged from experiencing beautiful sights like this?
“Start praying,” is all he says before he starts pushing the tip in, “I want to hear what you pray for,”
It was a distraction tactic but he couldn’t get enough of your voice. Especially when you pray for the congregation after Bible study. It always made him hard, he always wanted to bend you over the podium and just hear your delusional prayers.
“I..,”
His hand that’s on your breast is now gripping your cheeks and keeping your head straight to the mirror.
“Don’t get shy now,”
“I call upon God, the Father..,”
He pushes in more and it’s not painful but it is a lot to handle.
“God, the Son a-and God, the Holy Spirit,”
With each word he slowly makes his way inside of you before his pelvis is flush against your ass.
He sighs as if he’s been reborn again.
“Keep going, baby,”
“I… I ask that you watch over us. B-bless us with the gift to see another day. Please continue to guide and protect me,”
“You sound so pretty praying to me,”
“B-but I’m praying to God,” You correct.
“Dove have you learned nothing?,” his chuckle was so dark, “I am your God now. Everything you do. Everything you pray for. You’re saying it to me,”
His hips roll and it causes you tremble in his grip. It’s dizzying. Your vision doubles as he begins a pace to move in and out of you.
“So keep fucking praying,”
There was no room to argue. There was no hint of teasing in his voice.
You didn’t want to anger him. You wanted to make him proud.
You had to be a good disciple, right? Prove to him that you’re worthy.
“God, enlighten my mind with truth. Inflame my heart w-with… with,” a gasp is ripped from your chest as his hips snap into you, he’s so deep. It feels like your nerve endings are on fire and it’s hard to think straight.
You hear the mess being created between your legs and its mouth watering.
“Oh God, please,” your head is thrown back and you turn to look at Noah, “What… why does it feel so good?,”
Noah licked the tears that fell down your cheek. Kissing your waiting lips, picking up his pace and he swallows your cries while you grip his wrists that are caging you in that way you don’t topple over.
“I told you I would baptize you. I told you I would show you the light. I told you I’d show you how a real God treats his followers. You’re being reborn again, Dove,”
Your eyes roll the deeper he gets.
“God, please,” a whimper drips off your lips, you call out into the empty office, “Inflame my heart with l-love… enrich my life with a-service,”
Noah’s hand snaked around to your core to add pressured circles to your clit. He was everywhere.
His breath fanning on your cheek, his hand at your core, his cock deep inside, his eyes boring into your soul. His aura wrapped you up in a warm hug. This is what the presence of God feels like.
The tears flowed. This is the first time in a long time you’ve felt the reward of faith. Maybe Noah was a God… a patient God who waited for you to find your way to him.
He has a follower for as long as you’ll live… and maybe there after.
“Don’t forsake me,” you moan, “I need you. I need something to b-believe in. Don’t f-forsake me. Don’t forsake me!,”
It was a prayer that Noah never expected to spill from your mouth with such conviction.
“A true God doesn’t abandon his people,” Noah’s pace was deadly now. His hips clapping your ass sounded like the church drums during Sunday praise and worship. Your moans were more beautiful than any gospel Noah would help direct during Tuesday night practice.
“I will follow you, I will follow you, My Lord,” you reach behind him to grab at his hair. At this point, your hips were moving back to meet him.
“Thank you!!,” a wanton moan escapes you as he adds an intoxicating amount of pressure to the bundle of nerves between your legs, “Th-thank you for… for you faithfulness a-and presence in my life!,”
Most people loved for dirty talk… but this was incomparable. This couldn’t be topped. The little bird of his dreams was singing her tune for him.
Anyone could get off to dirty talk. But only someone as twisted as Noah could get hot and bothered to the sound of the Pastor’s daughter abandoning her faith to pray to him.
He is God.
Your God has been dethroned.
You’re his now.
“I tr-trust you with this day,” your eyes were so glossy that it actually tugged at Noah’s heart, “And all that it h-holds,”
“Fuck,” it was a mix of a moan and chuckle as he felt his cock twitch, “Say my prayer, Dove. I know you’re close. Say my prayer and you’ll see the light,”
He gave you a few moments to enjoy his thrusts with an empty mind. Mouth hanging open, breath hitching, tears falling and eyes rolling.
The beauty of this moment must have been what Peter felt when he saw Jesus walk on water.
“C’mon, Dove. Say it with me,” he slowed his pace down to pull out his phone. He wouldn’t record the action, but he needed to record the audio. He needed this and you wanted to put on a show, wanted to prove to him that he made the right choice.
“You can do it,”
You don’t know if you can. He’s so deep, his fingers are circling at a pace that’s too fast. His lips felt like they were searing an imprint onto your skin.
“Look at the cross and pray,”
He softly turned your head back to the gold cross above the door, picking up his pace once more.
“Our Father,” he begins, coaxing you to speak the words.
“Who art in H-Heaven,” the tears were spilling too fast for you to keep up, “Hallowed be thy name,”
His deep tone was mumbling under your high pitched mewls, creating a lovely harmony.
“Thy Kingdom come!!,”
He's bent you forward now. Hand under your chin, other still torturing your clit.
“Th-thy will be d-done,” the cross was hazy now, you were losing your wits about you. This was too good. It was shameful and it felt too good.
“Keep going, baby. You’re making your God so proud,”
You clench around him and you’d have thought there was a dark entity around you with the way he growled.
“On E-Earth as it is in Heav… en,” eyes rolling, there’s spit dripping down your chin and onto the expensive leather that the church tithes paid for.
Noah was on the edge. This was so sinful, even for him, but yet he smiled as he took in the view of your face in the mirror. So innocent. So… dumb. You really did have the eyes of a lamb, no wonder it was so easy for the church to brainwash you. You didn’t know any better.
But it’s okay.
He’s here to set you free.
“Give us this day our daily bread,” he groaned along with you, “And forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us,”
You were almost there. You could see the light. It was coming. This was real. Noah was right.
“And lead us not into t-temptation… b-but deliver us from ev… evil,” you were breathless now. Panting like you were suffering from heat exhaustion.
“For thine is the Kingdom,” Noah interjected, hips not stopping, you could feel your wetness dripping, your stomach was in knots.
“Oh God!,” You trembled beneath him.
“No,” he lightly smacked your cheek, “You can’t step into the light until you’re finished. Be good. You’re almost there. You don’t wanna disappoint me, do you?,”
“N-no,” you’re sobbing at this point. You can feel it in your guts. He’s stirring you up like brother Jackson’s gumbo. You were so wet. So fucking warm. The veins of Noah matching perfectly within the ridges of your own walls.
“Then finish. You’re almost there,”
“For thine is the Kingdom,” Noah prompted again.
“And the p… the power and the.. the glory forever a-and ever,”
Noah rolled his hips a certain way and pressed harder on your clit and that was your undoing.
“Amen,” he smiled darkly, it gave him a new life purpose to hear you scream and fall apart in his arms while staring at the cross above the door. His stills as he fills you up.
“Oh God!! Oh God, please, please, please,” you’re sobbing, face fallen against the leather chair.
“I’m right here,” he speaks against your shoulder, slowly pulling out of you, admiring the way his cum spills out of you and falls onto the vintage maroon carpet. He figured he should clean it up but then he opted not to.
He turned the recording off and cleaned you up as best as he could before sitting you flat into the chair and holding your face ever so softly in his hands.
“Breathe,” he had to guide you for the next few minutes.
“Am I dead?,” you ask softly. It was the most intense thing you’ve ever experienced. More than when you caught the Holy Ghost during a sermon.
“No, Dove. You’re very much alive,” he kisses your tear stricken cheeks.
“You’ve just been reborn. Welcome to your new purpose. Your new life,”
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