#thy will be done... for thine is the kingdom...

[lateral-org]

Writing Supernatural: The Musical in my head and imagining Sam and Dean on opposite sides of the stage harmonizing The Lord's Prayer, both praying to an absent father the other one doesn't believe in

[priest-exists-kinda]

somebody explain why the lords prayer in on repeat in my head im pagan

[narcissistcookbook]

i came back to the garden hose song, you know the one about being poly and stuff im tired whatever, after finding out im polyamorous and it's really done so much help in accepting that part of myself and that it's okay

unrelated how do i successfully turn my two crushes into two boyfriends

excellent question. on the one hand, it involves a lot of communication and boundary setting between each of you and the three of you as a unit, as well as an acceptance that the first time you try this you're probably going to do it clumsily and make some small and big mistakes and that is part of the process. and be aware there is a difference between someone giving their consent to be in a non-monogamous relationship with you because they want to be in that kind of relationship, and giving their consent because they don't want to not be with you (very different and difficult to distinguish, sometimes impossible)

alternatively, love spell!

our father who art in heaven

hallowed be thy name

thy kingdom come

thy will be done

on earth as it is in heaven

give us this day our daily breed

and forgive us our trespasses

as we forgive those who trespass against us

lead us not into temptation

but deliver us from evil

for thine is the kingdom

the power and the glory forever

make my two crushes into boyfriends please thank you

amen

[hana-no-seiiki]

I WORSHIP THEE

afab reader ver.

yan! god (yun) x reader smut

summary: god prays as he partakes in his heavenly meal.

MINORS DNI. GO PLAY ROBLOX OR SOME SHIT.

[ link here to amab version] [ part two ]

“Oh lord in heaven,”

He parted before your legs and spoke. A fervent adoration in his beautiful hot-pink eyes. His soft, raven locks felt like feathers around your fingers. His lips wet from your arousal, cheeks red from his.

“Hallowed be thy name.”

Caged between his gigantic fuschia wings, covered in eyes with the same color, you had no escape.

But it wasn’t like you wanted to.

“Thy kingdom come,”

He dove back in, less harsh than his first taste of you. Instead he started by lathering your labia with his tongue, closer the opening at first until he reached your hood.

“Thy will be done,”

Abusing your clitoris as he widened your legs. Eyes still trained on your face and reactions. Heart and mind focused on your pleasure.

“On Earth as it is in Heaven.”

But you had gotten impatient; too eager. Your hands quickly moved to move him where you wanted, back to your drenched hole.

He groaned, enjoying the dull pain your actions brought a little too much.

“Give me today mine daily bread.”

And who was he to deny your wishes? It matter not that he created you and universe. It mattered even less that he reigned over the world and had the power to delete with a snap of his fingers.

You were his world, his god, and he’ll make sure you felt the weight of his adoration.

“And forgive mine debts as I forgive mine debtors.”

His tongue made circular motions inside of you. Rubbing the appendage against your walls in an unsteady rhythm that only increased in the rate of motion and intensity. Thorough in his actions, he made he sure left no place untouched and unloved.

“And lead me into temptation, deliver me into the heights of Heaven.”

You felt your climax arrive. Your legs shook, your walls twitch from pleasure. But he did not stop until your high ended.

“For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, for ever.”

His lips met yours in a desirous kiss. You feel his fingers replace the place his mouth once took, stretching the entrance open to take him. He, who was already leaking, covered in his own release. His face covered in beautiful tears that only accentuated his eyes and skin.

“Amen.”

This was just the beginning.

[ part two ]

©️ hana.no.seiiki - yun | 2023

[yocalio]

Our Father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us, and lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. For thine is the kingdom and the power, and the glory, forever and ever. Amen.

[reashot]

Aurum The Dragonslayer. (1/2)

Several years after the defeat of Salem and two decades before Aurum met Jaune's younger self. Tells a story of how Aurum became known as the Dragonslayer.

First born of Jaune and Yang, two great heroes during the war against Salem. Born into this world weak and small, many did not expect him to survive childhood but to everyone's surprise he did not only survive past it but grew up to be bigger and stronger as time went on. Now in his sixteen years of age he towers over his peers and most adults. His skill with a sword surpasses many renowned warriors of his time.

And now embarking on a quest he can be seen walking into a seedy tavern out in the middle of nowhere in order to fulfill his quest. Aurum opens the wooden door of the bar to walk inside the tavern. The loud metallic stomp from his boots caused all eyes inside the bar to turn on him. To see what kind of fool that would dare to visit this den of ill repute.

And to their surprise and delight they indeed saw a fool. They saw a fool wearing full body armor from head to toe.

"Thine looking for a guide across the western mountain." Thus speak the armored fool.

The patrons however paid Aurum no mind and continued with their day drinking.

"Thy liege. King Ozcar has given thine a royal writ. That states any subjects of the kingdom must render aid when asked to by the recipient." He proudly exclaims his royal authority to a room full of drunken degenerates.

When Aurum mentioned the monarch Ozcar. Instead of bowing in reference to their superior. The patrons just ignored him even harder. For there's not a lot of love for the monarchy this far out in the wild.

At first he does not understand why these "fine" people did not try to help him. Aurum may be a master of the blade but reading the room is not one of his expertise. So if appealing to their sense of fealty did not work he would try to appeal to their avarice instead. "Of course Thine would not expect for thee to toil for free. Thine is willing to offer adequate reward if thou are willing to help thine out."

Their head starts to turn to the direction of the Knight after the mention of a reward.

"Thine needed a guide. For thine wishes to go to face the dragon Tiamat."

The tavern that was once as silent as the grave erupted at the mention of Tiamat.

"Are you insane!" The first shout rang.

"You can't kill Tiamat!" The second explained the absurdity of Aurum's statement.

"Get the F**k out of here!" The third one explains what the patrons wanted out of the Knight.

Then after that they just throw insults and slurs like questioning the sexuality of the Knight. When that was not enough the patrons started throwing things at Aurum From foods to beer bottles. Fortunately this is where having an armor actually comes in useful. He didn't even need to activate his Aura as the bottle simply broke upon contact.

"Art thou done with thy foolishness?" Aurum calmly states as all manners of debris clutter the floor near him and on his self.

"How much you paying?" One dissenting voice comes from the back corner of the room. The man sitting in the corner is a lot older than he is, probably the same age as his father. He also wore a suit of armor albeit tattered and dirty unlike Aurum's shiny golden armor. But Aurum notices that the man sitting is also a warrior like himself by the looks of it and he has probably been in a few fights himself.

Aurum walks towards the corner of the room to meet the person. "Two millions Lien. If thou accept thine request then thine will give thee half and the rest afterwards."

The amount that was offered caused an immediate shift in the atmosphere inside the tavern. "Two millions... Why so generous, sir knight?"

"Thine would not asketh thou to risk thy life on a pittance." Aurum simply stated.

"How very noble of you, sir knight. Very well we will depart immediately." The man grabbed his glass and immediately down the entire thing.

Some times later.

"So, sir knight I was wondering?" The guide subtly gesturing to the Knight behind him.

"Thou may ask thine a question." Aurum gives him permission.

"Thank you, sir knight. May I ask who I currently have the pleasure of conversing with? Because we were not properly introduced back there."

"Very well thy suppose thou deserve to know. Thine name is Aurum Arc. Son of Jaune Arc.

"You're Jaune's son?" The guide was surprised upon hearing Jaune's name.

"Thou knoweth my father?" Aurum's eyes widened.

"You have no idea... Still. He became a hero and he had a kid? Good for him I guess."

"What was thine father were like back then?" Aurum asked the guide again.

"... I'm sorry I can't."

"Prithee tell thine why not?"

"Because there's no use in telling someone who's about to die." The guide then loudly whistles.

Aurum immediately stands at the ready preparing for what comes next. At first he saw one person appearing from the bush, then two, three, four until finally there were twelve of them. All of them are more dirty and tattered than the last. Noticing that he is now surrounded he finally draws his sword while the rogues cackle in the background.

[neverchecking]

Day 9: Glory Hole- The Chain

Smut so Minors Do Not Interact. If I find out a minor has interacted with my blog, I will block you.. Thank you!

Smut CW: Religious themes, like HEAVY religious themes. This is pretty much a dash of my religious trauma with sex. I don't name who's doing the do to Reader, but I think you guys should be able to guess lmao.

This is Day nine of My Kinktober so be sure to come back and check out the other days! Friendly Reminder that all of my smut is tagged 'Cindersins' including this, but this will also be tagged as 'Cinder's happy halloween' along with the run of the mill smut tags.

Kinktober Masterlist <<< Day 8>>>Day 10

Your legs were so sore. Every part of you ached something fierce but some primal part of you yearned for more. You had long since lost count on how many loads were dripping out of your abused core right now, cooling in a trail down the apple of your ass as you gasped for relief. Everything felt smoggy and heavy around you, like a sweltering cloud pushing upon you in punishment for the sins you committed. 

Looking up and arching your head to look behind you, eyes falling on the large wooden cross behind you, you can’t but feel it is. The wooden beads strung around your neck had long since lost the chill they once had, instead coated in a thin sheen of your sweat, the heavy ornate centerpiece-- matching the one behind you--  sticking to the skin underneath your collarbone. Whatever heavy robes you had been wearing earlier had been tossed up to rest on your stomach, leaving your bottom half bare to the world. 

Your one hand shakily reached up to grasp the cross charm, clasping it between both of your clammy palms with your fingers white knuckled around them. Your eyes were clamped shut, as you were not permitted to look upon the deities far beyond your comprehension. Just feel them. “Our Father, who art in heaven.” Your voice crackled as cotton mouth choked you. 

Rough hands roamed every inch of your skin, several palms molding your flesh to their own desire. 

“Hallowed be thy name.” 

There was no sense in foreplay as the next one to slip their cock against you felt no resistance. Lubed by your own fluids and whatever had been left over from past rounds. “Atta’ girl. Ya; take us all so well. Such a good lil’ follower ya’ are.”

You whined as something much thicker than the previous gods had you pinned, rutting into you in a steady rhythm. “Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done on Earth as it is in heaven.”

Tears burned behind your closed eyes, pushing past your lash line before bulbing down your cheeks. A hand, colder than the ones holding your hips currently, gently swiped it away. “Now, now sunshine. You were doing so well. Give us our next line, doll face.”

“Give us this day our daily bread-” You hiccuped at the feeling of palms pawing at your chest, toying with your pebbled nipples through the robes you dawned. “And forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us.” 

There were mumbled arguments and a few dropped curses as the pace quickened, the god’s cock plunging in and out of your core at an impressive rate. 

“Lead us not into temptation but deliver us from evil.” 

The pinches to your nipples became harsher, almost as if punishing you further for the sacrilegious acts you not only condoned but took an active part in. 

“For thine is the Kingdom, the Power, and the Glory are Yours,” 

Your breath once again hitched, as if you were swallowing a pebble rather than air, making your chest clamp as your thighs shook and twitched rapidly. 

“Forever and ever.”

Your back arched as you whined, clamping around the divinity’s cock as you came, feeling another rush of cum flood into your core. The god pulled out and another took his place, the chill of rings now running along your calves. 

“Amen.” 

[linda-ravstar]

A conversation between Ranni the Witch and Saint Trina. Pre DLC, canon-ish timeline. Only dialogue.

“Dost thou forgive me, then?”

“No.”

“Why is he not here to talk to me if he is so interested?”

“He knows not that I am here… Yet.”

"Oh?"

“Wilt thou do what I ask?”

“What is there for me? Why would I want to help him?”

“Thou owest him.”

“Do I…?”

“Thou dost. Hast thou forgotten?”

“Art thou collecting?”

“No, I am asking.”

“Then…?”

“I thought the Lunar Princess of Caria kept her word.”

“Hm. Thou art just like him. Mayhap less subtle.”

“… And it could help thee.”

“How so?”

“If thou dost what I asked… mayhap the one to whom thou givest my gift shall help thee. They shall be chosen. They shall be strong. They shan’t give up. They could be useful to thy efforts.”

“And why would Miq… Why wouldst thou, Saint of Dreams, want to help me, the one thou dost not forgive?”

“I desire not to help thee. I wish to aid him. I wish to stop him.”

“And only a chosen Tarnished wouldst do it? The one called to be Elden Lord?”

“The one with the strength to be Elden Lord.”

“A Tarnished lord is said to be fated to kill us all. Well, those of us who can be killed.”

“Perhaps. Perhaps that shall happen.”

“So thou wishest to die.”

“There are worse things.”

“… Thou dost look tired. Is… Is he alright?”

“He is… not.”

“Ha. Hath he finally realized that any change cannot happen in this world by only hurting himself? Sacrifices must be made. No path is clean. No hands shall be free of blood and tears."

“Like thine?”

“Yes, like mine. I do not deny it.”

“… If it were so simple as to hurt himself, or die, or suffer… This world would have already changed, princess. If the peace we seek could be bought with only our blood, thou wouldst have thy cup overflowing with it long ago. But as thou saidst, it’s not so simple.”

“Mine age shall be different. No more chains of gold around these lands. No more fingers crawling in the fates of us all. No more sons or daughters called to bear the sins of their mother.”

“… Princess.”

“Hmm?”

“If thou art victorious, someday… In thy new world… Wilt thou remember Malenia? … Godwyn?”

“Not everything can be undone. There are forces that are part of this world, only emboldened by death bound and the stagnation of life. I shall give them the freedom from the gold, the cold guidance of the dark moon. I shall keep mine own memories, mine sins and loves. But what it is cannot cease to be.”

“… I understand.”

“…”

“He would have supported thee, thou knowest?”

“Miquella?”

“He would have knelt before thee and wished to see thy age of stars embrace this world. We would have our corner of the world, our small kingdom of downtrodden and outcasts. He would have been happy to see thee reign and spend his life amidst inventions and wonders. Even if his curse would have remained. …But only if thou couldst have saved those he loved.”

“I shall mourn both of your deaths. I fear… I fear thou wilt lose more than thy lives in this misted path. Marika did.”

“Perhaps. Canst thou blame us?”

“I know not.”

“Please think of my ask.”

“I shall. Go in peace. Tell Miquella… if thou canst… that I always admired his heart. If anyone could have done it, ‘twas him. And if anyone can save him, I’m sure ‘tis thee. ...Give my love to noble Torrent as well. His path will surely be a long one before sweeter rasins can reach his nose."

“I shall share thy blessing with him. And... I shall take thy words within mine heart, Lady Ranni. I hope thou findest peace in thy dreams. I hope thou findest solace from thy sins.... Thou mayest wake up now.”

“Goodbye, Trina.”

“Goodbye… sister.”

... Or, "Why would Ranni have the Spirit Calling Bell".

[talonabraxas]

“Among all of the ritual prayers, the most powerful is the Pater Noster (Prayer of the Lord). This is a magical prayer of immense power.

“Imagination, Inspiration, and Intuition are the three mandatory paths of initiation.”

Our Father Prayer in English

"Our Father, Who art in heaven, hallowed be Thy name.

Thy kingdom come.

Thy will be done on earth, as it is in heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us.

And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.

For Thine is the kingdom, the power, and the glory forever. Amen."

Pater Noster in Latin

"PATER NOSTER, qui es in caelis, sanctificetur nomen tuum. Adveniat regnum tuum. Fiat voluntas tua, sicut in caelo et in terra. Panem nostrum quotidianum da nobis hodie, et dimitte nobis debita nostra sicut et nos dimittimus debitoribus nostris. Et ne nos inducas in tentationem, sed libera nos a malo. Amen."

Kabbalistic Interpretation

"Our Father [Πτα - Ptah], who art in heavens. Hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our supersubstantial bread. And forgive us our debts, as we also forgive our debtors. And don't let us yield to temptation, but rescue us from the evil one [the Ego]. For thine is Malkuth, Geburah and Hod for ever and ever. Amen."

"It is necessary to learn how to pray the Pater Noster, to learn to converse with Brahma (the Father) who is in secret. A single Pater Noster, well-prayed and wisely combined with meditation, is an entire work of High Magic. A single Pater Noster properly prayed is done in a period of one hour or in a little more than one hour. After the prayer, we must know how to await the reply of the Father and this means to know how to meditate, to have the mind still and in silence, empty of all thoughts, awaiting the reply of the Father."- Samael Aun Weor, Practical Astrology

Pater Noster (Prayer of the Lord) Talon Abraxas

[corrupteddoodles]

[whiteboard art, fallen angel simon au] Prayer

Our father, who art in Heaven

Hallowed be thy name,

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done on Earth as it is in Heaven.

Give us this day, our daily bread, and forgive us as we trespass, as we forgive those who trespass against us.

Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.

For thine is the kingdom, the power and the glory, forever. Amen.

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[paulwwayne]

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Prayer 🙏

Father God, lead us, not into temptation, but deliver us from the evil that seeks to separate us from You and from one another.

Heavenly Father, please open our eyes to the spiritual warfare that rages arund us and within us. Arm us with courage and fill us with the peace that surpasses all understanding, so we may stand against the forces that aim to pull us away from You.

In Jesus' name, we pray.

And now, joining voices of countless believers across the world and throughout the ages, let us pray the prayer that Jesus Himself taught us:

Praying in unity 🙏

Our Father, who art in heaven, Hallowed be Thy name, Thy Kingdom come, Thy Will be done, On earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us, and lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. For Thine is the Kingdom, the power, and the glory for ever and ever.

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[ohhhh-ok2]

Our Father which art in heaven, Hallowed be thine name. Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done on earth, as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our debt, as we forgive our debtors. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil: For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory for ever. Amen

Matthew 6:9-13 KJV

[farter-imperator]

The Confessional

Rating: General audiences

Word count: 1,367

Summary: Papa Copia decided to sit in the confessional booth for an evening, and he was glad that he did.

Copia had been sitting in the confessional booth all night, mostly because he had nothing better to do. It had been quiet for hours at this point and he was about ready to leave, when the curtain on the other side opened. 

There was a small amount of shuffling and quiet contemplation, before the person on the other side proceeded.

"Um... I don't really have any sins to confess, but I just need to- to talk to someone. About this. I don't know where else to turn and I thought, well... Maybe you'd be able to offer a listening ear. Help me out."

Copia paused, then nodded. "Go on. I will help however I can."

"Papa…?" The soft voice asked. 

"Eh…" The nasally voice answered. "No?" 

"Why are you doing confessionals?" They asked. "I thought this was the boring work for the bishops and cardinals." 

"Sometimes I like to relive my cardinal and bishop days, is that so bad?" Copia chuckled. "And this is the best place to receive the juicy gossip. If it makes you more comfortable, please think of me as Cardinale, rather than Papa."

"Alright." The voice sighed. Then, they went quiet for a long while, trying to work through how they were going to proceed.

Eventually, they decided on the wording. "I'm just... It's... It's weird how, like, it... Feels like I'm wearing clothes that are too tight, but the clothes are my skin, and there's just this- feeling. I don't even know how to describe it. I'm just filled with… With dread. At all times. It's fucking horrible." They paused. "Sorry. Am I allowed to swear in here?" 

"Eh… Yes, but you can do an Our Father if it makes you feel more at ease." Copia said, shifting on the creaky wooden pew. "Would you like me to lead you?" The person on the other side nodded, he could see the light moving through the wooden slats of the booth, but they didn't say anything. "Okie dokie. Our Father, who art in Hell…" 

"Unhallowed be Thy name." They continued. "Cursed be the sons and daughters." 

"Of Thine nemesis who art to blame." Copia listed off, like he had done the past thousand times. He gently rubbed over the grucifix on his chest with his thumb as he spoke. "Thy kingdom come."

"Nema." They both breathed. 

The sibling of sin seemed more comfortable after that. They sighed, played with the hem of their headdress nervously. "I just don't know what's going on." 

"How long has it been like this? The- The skin-tight feeling." Copia was still rubbing his thumb over the cross on his chest absentmindedly. "Is it new, this feeling, or…?" 

"No." The sibling almost snorted. "Sathanas, no. This has been going on for yeeeears." 

"I see." Copia said softly. There was the sound of wood slotting against wood, and a gap appeared under the rattan window. A moment later, a gloved hand appeared on the small wooden rest that was there. "Now, this is not what this gap is used for most days, but we will make it work nonetheless. I would like you to hold my hand, if you would please."

The sibling looked down at the black leather glove. The Satanic pope wanted to hold hands with them. What the fuck. Copia's fingers flexed in the silence, still waiting for the other person to hold his hand. 

Eventually, the sibling took hold of his hand. The leather of his glove was smooth and supple, like it had just been conditioned. They couldn't feel the warmth of his hand through the barrier of the glove, but they just *knew* he was warm. They could even see a small patch of his bare skin between the end of the glove's cuff and the beginning of his robe's cuff. Copia squeezed their hand, just gently. 

"My child." He began. He took a deep breath in, then sighed it out. "I hope you do not mind me saying this." He looked down at their joined hands. He could see a peek of the sleeve of a habit. "But, ehhh… I see a lot of you, in my younger self." He ran his thumb over their knuckles in what he hoped was a soothing gesture. "With the feeling of the strange fitting clothes, but the clothes are your skin." 

"Yeah?" The sibling answered glumly. "And how did you stop that… That feeling?" 

"Well, ah. It took a while. Years, actually." Copia let out a soft laugh, then stopped almost instantly. "What I tell you next must never be repeated outside of this confessional." He gave their hand a harder squeeze in warning. "If I catch a whisper of what I confess outside of this booth, I will send you to the Pit." 

"Yep. Noted." They squeaked. 

"Good." Copia hummed. He spent a long moment petting their knuckles with his thumb, before continuing. "The first thing I did was change my clothing from a habit to a cassock. When I joined, I was only a Sister myself, you know." He laughed softly. "I had to work up. I became a priest, then a deacon, bishop, cardinale… But that is beside the point, sibling. I changed my clothes and cut my hair short. I drew on facial hair at first, because I could not grow my own. Papa Terzo teased me mercilessly about it… Before helping me draw it better."

He cleared his throat, then continued. "I bought, eh… Medications, off the street, as I could not afford a proper prescription on my wage back then. Not- not drugs, fratello, before you think that, please do not buy the drugs off the street, we have our own supply in the ministry. Ehhh… Testosterone, is, is what I took. I reused needles, which you should never do, but I was young and stupid and desperate."

"Oh." Was all the sibling said. 

"I took a holiday, as a bishop. The last holiday I have ever taken, now that I think of it." Copia frowned. "I went to, ah, Turkey. And had my chest altered. It was the cheapest place to have it done." He shrugged. "All that I could afford."

"Papa…" The sibling mumbled. 

"I am sorry for ranting at you, fratello. I believe this has turned into a confessional for me, rather than for you, huh?" He laughed. "None of the ghouls know. Not even the ones that tour with me. None of the siblings know, none of the cardinals or bishops know. Just you and I and Sister Imperator. She never was too approving. So I beg of you, please do not spread this around." 

"I promise, Pa- Cardinal. Cardinal." The sibling cleared their throat. 

"What I am trying to say, fratello, is that you and I are not so different, I think." Copia broached. "If you are catching my drift, uh?" 

"Yeah, I… I think I am. Yeah." They said, thinking over everything that Copia had said. "What do I do?" 

"Well, there are many routes to your final destination." He said, his thumb still working over their knuckles. "Hormones, no hormones. Surgery, no surgery. Binding, packing, eh, all that." He shrugged, the movement barely visible in the low light. "You are not alone in the Ministry with this aspect, brother. In fact, there are many of us. More than you would think." 

"I don't know where to start." They said, their hand almost trembling in Copia's. "What to do. Like you said, many routes."

"I will tell you what." Copia finally withdrew his hand. A moment later, it reappeared, a business card held between his index finger and middle finger. "My office is open for walk-ins every Wednesday and Friday evening. Please, visit. We will discuss your options in complete privacy." 

The sibling took the card and carefully tucked it into their habit, lightly patting over where it sat. "Thank you, Cardinal. Thank you. I'll visit you on… On Wednesday."

"I look forward to your visit, Fratello Amato." The man said lightly, reclining in his seat as the sibling walked out of the booth. 

Only once the sibling was halfway back to their room, they realised. 

How the Hell did Copia know their name? 

[genspiel]

our "father", who art in genshin, hallowed be thy. fucking. gigantic wings of death. thy kingdom of children come; thy will be done on teyvat as it is in the house. give us this day our daily bread, and train us to kill, so that we may destroy our enemies. and abandon us not to the primordial sea, but fight like hell to overturn the prophecy. for thine is the kingdom, and the cunning, and the hearth flame, for as long as we have breath. amen.

[6-satans-book-club-6]

Satan’s Prayer

Our Father

Who art in Hell

Cursed be thy name

Thy kingdom upon Earth has come

Thy will be done in Hell as it is on Earth

Grant us your power and might

And lead us into temptation

Deliver us unto evil

Thine is the kingdom of Earth

The power and the glory

Forever and ever

So it is done!

Spiritual Satanist Prayer Book: Infernal Reflections by Venus Satanas

[max1461]

re: the grammaticalization of the future tense in english, what is the tense of "Thine kingdom come, thy will be done" in the Lord's Prayer? I thought it'd be future as it's not meant to suggest that the kingdom has come or that it's in the process of developing, but the second bit seems a little imperfecty to me. But also I'm not very good at grammar.

The answer is "no tense".

First of all, it's relevant to note that the grammatical construction in "thy kingdom come, thy will be done" is fossilized in English. This means that it only occurs in certain set phrases (for instance also "long live the king"), but not in ordinary speech.

It's not necessarily the case that fossilized expressions lack internal structure (such as tense)—there is a spectrum from constructions that are completely unproductive and impossible to analyze compositionally in the modern language, like methinks, and those that are semi-productive but archaic, like the one you're asking about here. But certainly it is the case that fossilized constructions need not play by the ordinary rules of a language's grammar, and do not necessarily permit analyses in terms of such. So we should proceed with caution here.

The modern paraphrase of "thy kingdom come" uses a modal verb, may: "may your kingdom come".

To begin with, the use of may neutralizes the distinction between the present and future tenses, because the future tense auxiliary will is also a modal and they cannot co-occur: "*may your kingdom will come", "*your kingdom may will come". Modals also require their argument to be a bare infinitive, and English's other future tense construction, be going to/be gonna, is dubiously grammatical in the bare infinitive form to begin with (at least for me): "*I may be gonna see it", "*I can be gonna see it". So the tense in modal constructions is a neutralized present/future, although I'm not sure what it typically gets called.

But beyond just that, "may your kingdom come" is a type of subjunctive construction, similar to the imperative, as in "go to school!". As such (basically by definition) it is unmarked for tense information entirely. Contrast this non-fronted uses of may, as in "I may have gone", which do permit a past/present contrast.

Anyway, insofar as "thy kingdom come" is an archaic equivalent to "may your kingdom come", it's a subjunctive and thus tenseless.