#religious stuff too

[feral-teeth]

Hey youre not being watched, youre not being surveyed always, there is nothing watching you. I say that from the bottom of my heart, and i hipe this helps even just a little bit. No one cares, in the nicest of ways, that you flapped your heand when you got too excited about soemthing, people love to see you happy and in joh, no one cared when you posted that fic and there was a spelling error, people loved it and read it in their bus or on the train or on the bus to work and it made their day, they got lost in your words amd they fell in kove with the stories you make. They love your writing, and they csnt wait for you to post more when you can. And if you cant, they will enjoy what you have already blasted off into the universe, into their hands for them to hold and care for and cherish. Your art and your writing and your music is cherished, even if it has fallen on deaf ears or someone criticized it. Its just between you and god, you and the man who is always watching but with love. And jesus is there too i guess hi buddy lol

But you need to remember to keep creating, and resting too goddammit whenever you can because a burnt out artist feels like the end of the world i would kmow because i wrote all of this in a tangent while sitting on my toilet on my mini ipad for you to read, it may just be for me but i hipe upi touched someine today, eben if it was hust me, i love uou.

Let me say it again, if no one loves uou, i love you. Even the hyperthettical me that you see in uour dreams, that you imagine sitting beside you as you read this, but im here with you. ALways. If no one is in your heart than i am, i am the kind words that enter your mind when you think an animal is cute or you think you look hot or sexy in your new outfit or naked or just in your underwear, i love it, i think uou look hot and sexy and beautiful no matter how old you are, because i will always love you. Even on your worst days when youre mean and your zoned out and you hate your sistser or your brother or your paretns or your dad or mom or uncle died and you dont know what to do with all of the grief, i will be sitting beside you holding your hand through it.

I made myself cry with my own words, because this is what i always needed to hear. I needed to hear this. I am the kind voice in my own head and heart and i miss her so much it hurts so much and im sorry.

[nonbinary-vents]

One really awesome thing about being a Jew is how widely accepted it is in our people that we all have very complicated and personal feelings about the idea of a god, or any sort of religious concept at all. I love being able to explore my own beliefs as a person who doesn’t believe in a higher power, and I fucking love seeing those beliefs represented in so many Jews, in so many theological Jewish sects and schools of thoughts, in so many centuries of Jewish history. Judaism is all about those in-betweens, it’s all about complex ideas and shades of greys and personal understandings of life

Above all else, there’s always a search in Judaism for meaning, for purpose, for the human experience. And wether that manifest itself into ideas of a tangible higher power, or some vague feeling of something making existence meaningful (like for me!) or anything in between or outside of that— it’s all accepted, it’s all genuine and okay and valid interpretations of Jewish beliefs. And it’s also accepted to not believe in any sort of spirituality or religion, or to not know, or to not care! We’re all just Jews and we’re all just walking through the world together! I just love it so much, words escape me when I think about it

[thecandlesticksfromlesmis]

One evening,

as the setting sun turns the sky dusty,

and the crickets in the fields remind me

that I’m home,

my father tells me he’s reading Les Mis.

I’m half way through feeding the cows

their molasses coated mystery mix,

and the air smells sweet,

and my father reaches out to connect to me.

“I’m reading Les Mis.”

He’s excited to tell me,

and I’m excited to hear.

This story is my mine and my mother’s bond,

and now my father cares to know too.

We talk about the depth of the story.

About the role Javert plays.

Villain or just another man

with his own god to please?

We talk about the words

and how they transcend time,

how they feel so close to our own hearts,

despite Valjean living worlds away

from the Tennessee hills.

The cows are happy and I drive us back,

the John Deere gator engine so loud

that we have to yell to hear each other talk.

And we do.

My father tells me how much he likes

the way Hugo talks about God.

God reveals Himself

in the character’s acts of love:

The bishop to Valjean,

Valjean to Fantine.

In Les Mis, god is the invisible hand

that guides all acts of goodness.

��It feels like real Christianity,” he says (he believes).

“It does,” I reply (I don’t).

“Not the commercial Christianity we have now.”

I drive us past the barn

and the wood pile.

I think about how, to me,

the love in Les Mis feels so Human.

And how, to my father,

the love in Les Mis feels like God

To me, the Divine in Les Mis

is always just humanity and love preserving.

To my father, it’s all just God (and this is enough).

To me, Love is god

To him, God is love.

When we get back to the house,

the stars are coming out in the sky.

We both glance upwards out of habit.

Space is mine and my father’s bond.

And I know in that infinity he sees God,

and I know in that infinity

all I see is Me.

The particles I am made of,

the light that keeps me alive,

the time that gives me the chance to Love.

If given the opportunity,

my father and I would both bow down

and worship the stars,

both with our own gods to please.

My dad’s God is the Father,

and my god is the Love.

My father is reading Les Mis,

and for a rare moment,

we are on the exact same page.

[abby-howard]

Scarlet Hollow decision tree

People occasionally ask to see a decision tree for Scarlet Hollow, so a while back I put one together for episodes 1-4! It’s not comprehensive, as most scenes at this point have at least some variation due to any number of tracked variables, but it accounts for most of the really major deviations.

For those who don’t want spoilers but would like to hear about how we kinda structure the game: I like to talk about it as more of a braid than a tree, which is not a new concept or anything, but I feel like it helps other narrative designers understand how to limit the absolute vastness that you can get with branching structures. The narrative branches off at decision nodes, but instead of continuing down significantly different routes, it comes back together at key moments. So there’s a single narrative throughline to the game-- events unfold in the town and you witness them in some capacity, but your perspective on them, who you’re with, the options available to you, all these are impacted by other choices you’ve made along the way, including the character traits you chose at the start of the game.

It’s not necessarily easier than doing routes, since it means Tony and I have to keep track of a ridiculous number of little variations including one-off dialogue choices players have made AND steering players to the important narrative moments can be tricky, but I think it makes for an interesting player experience! People get so excited when, say, a line at the end of Episode 4 calls back to something they said when they first met Tabitha at the beginning of Episode 1.

ANYWAY, HUGE SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT, do not proceed if you don’t want to know about basically everything that’s currently in the game!

Things start to get a little hard to read from here on out....

Episode four had to be broken into four images and looks like spaghetti

I’ll make another one of these for Episode 5 after it comes out sometime next year! (I know that’s a bit of a wait but it’ll be worth it >:D)

[leroibobo]

the papier-mache walls of the shrine in kanqah naqshband sahib in srinagar, kashmir, built in its current form in 1633. the complex is dedicated to bukharan baha' al-din naqshband, who founded the naqshbandi sufi order, and is a mausoleum for one of his descendants. the shrine is a site for ziyarat as it contains what's said to be a lock of the prophet muhammad's hair.

[clownsuu]

Hiya, question... What the McHeck is going on here on Priest AU Home? (Also sorry about the other ask, brain can't read -_-)

LMAO there’s a lot of ya who think Mob!Home is Priest!Home (which makes sense, he’s very religious coded) but he’s part of da mob lol (or the “God Father” if you will)

also the markings on his body are straps that kinda simulate the look of a skeletal structure, eyes being rosary and so on JHDDHDH

[olskuvallanpoe]

Jesus is canonically simultaneously 100% god and 100% human, so that means even if the human part of him was cis, he’s still 100% gender non-conforming because a god can’t subscribe to human binary definitions of gender.

Therefore happy pride to the nonbinary king (of all kings)

[nights-at-crystarium]

got curious after a convo about finding artists through fandom tags, of course you don't have to sweat it if you followed me for so long that you don't even know anymore, buuuuuuutt if you happen to remember-

[disrealities]

Anxion. ー Requested by 🪼!

Pronounced like Ank-shun. From ANXious and religION

An alter that is very religious due to religion-based trauma. This alter may follow strict "religious" rules, partake in religious practices, or anything similar. (This might be due to paranoia, anxiety, fear of punishment, etc)

This alter might front to "protect" others in the system from being ridiculed or scolded for not acting, looking, etc, "correctly".

[pt. Anxion. Requested by jellyfish emoji anon! Pronounced like Ank-shun. From anxious and religion.

An alter that is very religious due to religion-based trauma. This alter may follow strict "religious" rules, partake in religious practices, or anything similar. (This might be due to paranoia, anxiety, fear of punishment, etc)

This alter might front to "protect" others in the system from being ridiculed or scolded for not acting, looking, etc, "correctly" .pt end]

[fumifooms]

"It was something I could fix" Sevika Jinx brotp sooo real i need this i need them I need the "I’m gonna exterminate the family i have left" to include Sevika because of an accident during battle I want the girl Sevika always called a jinx to jinx her and for her to not even be mad, just tough as nails with even tougher love even in her dying breath.

[solmints-messyocdiary]

After so long...

[hannahhasafact]

Listen. I don’t know if any of the Rat Grinders are gonna survive the season. But. If Buddy survives. I really think that he and Bucky should become friends.

Like I keep thinking back to that moment with Bucky and Kristen where Kristen sees potential futures for Bucky and they’re like “and maybe some of those friends even are followers of Helio and that’s okay” to paraphrase that moment

Like, think about this: neither one of them has been “betrayed” by Helio necessarily at this time. Buddy was betrayed by non believers, so if he is to somehow revert to his old beliefs it wouldn’t be that difficult to do so. Helio is still “there” for him. But he knows Helio also… wasn’t there for him specifically when he needed him. So maybe he’s got some questions about things.

Bucky still believes in Helio, but he’s being more and more exposed to a world where hey, maybe Helio isn’t all that and a bag of chips. He’s still a Helio guy, but like maybe it’s okay to question that a little bit.

And Kristen isn’t a good person for them to necessarily reach out to in terms of questions of faith, because she’s a straight up deserter in their eyes. She doesn’t GET it.

I just think these are two kids who in a way maybe aren’t ready to leave this safety net of a religion that’s like, actively harming them. But at the same time… maybe it would be nice to have a friend who kind of gets like “hey, maybe we can still believe in this guy… and maybe asks a few questions about him” but still have it be a bit of a safe space to question. Because it’s someone else who gets it, y’know?

Anyways obviously there’s some complications with this idea for obvious reasons but I keep thinking about it

[harbingersecho]

Lasombra fashion show?

Now how did you know I've been meaning to draw fashion 'shows' for all the clans…?

But! Here's some Lasombra fashion stuff for you!

+ bonus because I love bullying Lasombra abt their tech issues (:

[carpsoup]

making an astronomy/meteoritics iterator oc when i know fuckall or at least just very basic things about those things was maybe a mistake. Looking up stuff for reference/inspo like haha i like your funny words magic man

[crybaby-bkg]

“Are you ever angry?” You ask quietly, head resting in Bakugou’s lap. His thumb pauses where it strokes your cheeks, the far away gaze in his eyes suddenly snapping into focus as he looks down at you. He looks…different than you remembered, before you both were cast out of the pearly gates.

His hair doesn’t shine as bright as it used to, and it falls a little flatter without the halo pulling it up, soft. His eyes still hold that hardened gaze as a battle angel, but they’re deeper now. More sunken in and hollow, the flickering ichor now a stained crimson. His face is scarred and his hands are rough after the fall but he’s just—different.

“About what?” He asks, his lips pursed in confusion. You reach a hand up, stroking over his bottom lip, smooth a hand through his hair. You can almost feel the throbbing light radiating from him, can almost see how broad and ivory his wings would spread and hold you tight to him.

“It all. Everything. The fall.” You whisper, try not to shrink into yourself with the way Bakugou’s lip curls back in disgust. He pulls away from you and you sit up, resting on your knees, looking at him in such a way that his heart pangs in his chest.

His heart, something he’s never had a reason for when he still had his fists bathed in heavenly fire and no ounce of rebellion hidden under sinless skin. It aches in his chest at the mention of life after being kicked out with the only thing he could hold onto—you.

“Why would I miss my thoughtlessness? My inability to make a decision for myself? Why would I miss being a pawn?” Bakugou is all snarls, all snapping teeth and jowls, but it doesn’t scare you. He’s never scared you, even when his gait was limp from the impact of hard soil, and his hands grew rough, and his back grew jagged from ripped feathers.

“I miss it.” You whisper so carefully into the humid night, hands reaching for his own trembling ones. “I want to be holy again, Katsuki.”

He hisses at you, snatching away like you’ve burned him, like you’ve seized his halo and ripped it into two until it split into horns. Looks at you with such heavenly fire burning in his gaze that you want to shrink beneath him.

“Well—well I don’t. Find someone else who will, cause it sure as hell ain’t me.” You wonder who he’s trying to convince here, with his shaky voice and fluttering eyes and trembling mouth. You stare at him for a long while, lips wobbling at the gravity of it all. Your head hangs low, gathering yourself in your arms, head bowed to him—it’s the only thing you’ve ever known.

“Just hold me for now.” You murmur, eyes low as you settle yourself in his arms, forcing your way into his hold. “Please?” You tack on, unafraid of his bite, his snarl, his growl. Bakugou sits there stiffly for what feels like a century, but you’re used to waiting.

He gathers you in his arms slowly, pulling you into his chest, his body covering yours completely. And if you let yourself relax enough, you can almost feel the warmth of his wings surrounding you again.

[deservedgrace]

Xtianity putting so much weight in self sacrifice means you can't complain when putting your all into the church god causes you harm, because "Jesus gave the ultimate sacrifice and we're called to sacrifice things joyfully and graciously and complaining and being ungrateful is a sin"