Priesthood

Independent Canon-Divergent blog for the character Ross from the manga Dear, My God.

[yaoi-blcd]

[sukerokus]

dear, my god 

[moopleaf]

[dearmygod-blog1]

Macrophobia

Macrophobia: Our muses are waiting for something bad, and trying to distract each other from the thought.

Some time had past since the priest had attempted it his escape. Exactly how long he didn’t know, because fear and the drugs repeatedly cycling through his system made him unable to keep track of the days. Still, it had been better than death. Whatever Lief had done to convince Master Tang to have them spare his life came with a price for the both of them. Ross would not be able to remain with the group as himself, or surely his obvious identity may have stalled the remaining members from ever being welcomed to the Blessed Place. With their illusion of salvation in jeopardy, it proved effortless for them to hold him down as the garments linking him to his identity were stripped away.

Covered merely by a robe unlike the one he arrived with, the man could do little more than entwine his legs with Lief’s in wait for whatever would come next. Any amount of touch not initiated by him made him flinch from nerves, then flustered as he attempted to offer a hushed apology for his hesitancy. He may not have agreed with everything the younger man had done, and it would have been a lie for him to say they had never scared him; however, that didn’t dismiss the fact that he would’ve protected them to the best of his abilities.

[dearmygod-blog1]

Phobia Drabble Prompts

Agateophobia: Your muse thinks they're going crazy, and mine is trying to talk them down.

Agliophobia: My muse nurses yours after an injury.

Agrizoophobia: Our muses encounter a wild animal.

Amnesiphobia: Your muse has forgotten mine, and mine is trying to make yours remember.

Angrophobia: My muse is furious at your muse.

Anthrophobia: My muse brings yours flowers.

Arsonphobia: Our muses are trapped in a burning building.

Asthenophobia: Your muse passes out in my muse's arms.

Atychiphobia: My muse comforts yours after a (real or perceived) failure.

Brontophobia: Our muses are caught in a storm together.

Catagelophobia: Your muse catches mine doing something embarrassing.

Chionophobia: Fluffy drabble about our muses playing in the snow.

Chorophobia: Our muses dance together.

Chrometophobia: My muse helps yours out of a financial crisis, or vice-versa.

Chronophobia: AU drabble about our muses in a different time era.

Cibophobia: My muse cooks a meal for yours.

Cleptophobia: Your muse steals something from mine.

Coimetrophobia: My muse visits your muse's grave.

Coitophobia: A smutty drabble about our muses.

Cyberphobia: Our muses talk in a chat room, but don't realize their chat partners are each other.

Dikephobia: My muse is pressing criminal charges against yours.

Dipsophobia: Our muses drinking together.

Ergophobia: My muse hires yours to work for them.

Gamophobia: Our muses get married.

Gerascophobia: Our muses meet each other forty years from now.

Gymnophobia: My muses accidentally sees yours naked.

Iatrophobia: My muse accompanies yours to a doctor's appointment.

Limnophobia: Your muse saves mine from drowning.

Lockiophobia: Our muses have a baby together.

Macrophobia: Our muses are waiting for something bad, and trying to distract each other from the thought.

Mastigophoiba: My muse punishes yours for something (either smutty or angsty, specify).

Melophobia: My muse performs a song for yours.

Merinthophobia: My muse finds yours tied or chained up.

Metrophobia: My muse writes a poem for yours.

Necrophobia: My muse just found out that yours has died.

Nosemaphobia: Your muse is ill, and mine is taking care of them.

Oneirophobia: My muse has a dream about yours.

Phasmophobia: Your muse is visited by my muse's ghost.

Soceraphobia: Your muse meets my muse's parents.

Zelophobia: My muse is feeling jealous of yours.

[dearmygod-blog1]

it’s harder than you think + no using google. every answer must start with the first letter of your muse’s name.

name: Ross animal: Rhinoceros boys name: Ryan girls name: Rita colour: Red movie: Romancing the stone something you wear: Robes drink: Raspberry tea food: Ratatouille something found in a bathroom: Rugs place: Rome reason for being late: Ran out of gas  tagged by: @hisbelief

[aiyamiu]

[dearmygod-blog1]

@dciimo

Much of the work done by the priest was out in the rural parts of the country, where technology and crime were much more restricted. He himself did not have a cellular phone, however he did have a car to transport between his area to further into the city. On numerous occasions his visited included passing by high schools to lend a hand to any struggling youth. Middle schools were not entirely out of his radar, it was just that he simply still liked to believe that children so young were free from faling into dangerous temptation. When he caught glimpse of a youth that appeared to have recently gotten into some sort of scuffle, it had only felt like the decent thing but to ask them how he could've offered to help.

"Is everything alright, young man? You don't look much like the fighting type."

[dearmygod-blog1]

Like for a starter.

[redsasum]

Smoking Aomine (traced)

[dearmygod-blog1]

le-garcon-et-le-demon

           it took a short moment for lief to realize what ross was searching his face for. in the moment ross had taken his jaw in-hand, lief stepped closer like a cat, beginning to tilt his head, relief momentarily taking him as ross invited a kiss. but it wasn’t a kiss. he wasn’t inviting anything. lief’s eyebrows bunched up and he meekly took hold of ross’s wrist.

         ❝i’m not on nothin’…❞ at least, not anything he could recall.

Lief’s response had been believable enough, yet he made no visible effort to lean away from them. His lips were not unfamiliar with the scratchy, yet delicate touch that came whenever they had kissed. Still, his mind had not entirely been made up on whether or not he wished to continue giving into that desire when it went completely against his religious vows.

Somewhere within his train of thought, a blush began spreading over his previously stoic, and olive complexion. His ability to be easily flustered by even sensual touches alone had given him away once again.

"Then you should have no problem accompanying me on errands. Let's go, Lief."

[dearmygod-blog1]

hisbelief

The boy had a rather uneasy feeling about this whole situation. Surely did he find liking into having Ross as his companion and especially that he actually wanted to stay with Lief, but leaving Tang’s church made him feel scared – even if it was nice of Ross to think of giving God his own offerings.

He let go of the car cover, looking back to Ross over his shoulder when the other suddenly got closer. It was a kiss that he had expected to follow, or perhaps even a hug. He literally had expected anything else than what had truly followed within the next seconds.

A jolt of shock washed all over him the moment he was being choked, his arms and legs flailing in every direction to free himself as he barely managed to let out groans out of his mouth.

A lot was riding on his attempt at forcing Lief unconscious. If his grip lessened too much from the feeling of concern that washed over him, the shorter may have managed to free themselves. However, if he tightened more to compensate for that doubt, he may possibly have caused more damage than intended by restricting the air way for too long.

When the male collapsed in his arms from an involuntary bout of slumber, the priest prepared onward with the second step of his plan to escape. He knew with certainty that if he simply rested the youth down on the backseat without any sort of restraints, then he'd be risking the possibility that they'd both be seriously injured from Lief's inevitable meltdown upon being removed unwillingly from the church.

He'd always been an the type to bring more supplies than necessary because it was never certain where God may have led him. There had been rope in the trunk of his car which had been accessible with just pressing the button on the underside of the trunk handle. Safety had remained a focus of his as he began tightly tying the material around the immobile male. Only when he heard the sound of foot steps approaching him did his motions stop entirely.

[dearmygod-blog1]

[dearmygod-blog1]

[dearmygod-blog1]

@hisbelief

His morals had gone astray ever since his attempts to rescue the a young man from a dangerous environment. The experiences that then followed would remain with him forever, but he felt that he owed it to himself and Lief to put that behind him until after he put a stop to the man orchestrating the whole ordeal. In order for the pair to properly make their escape, he'd first have to habilitate the brainwashed young adult. If that in itself failed, there would be no telling how serious the repercussions would on the two of him.

"I'm sorry, Lief", he whispered out loud to himself as his arms had already wrapped themselves around the youth's throat to hinder his ability to breathe properly.

[dearmygod-blog1]

{ good deeds will not go unpunished ; main verse } This verse takes place after the events of the manga. So much of his life has been dedicated to sobering up and living by the word of God, but the events that occurred while he was held captive by a pseudo-religious cult linger heavily on his conscious. He's shown forgiveness to the young man he'd been trying to save in the first place. Whether that need to be close to, and protective of, the teen turns into something that may cause him to give up his title as priest to pursue an entirely different life is yet to be seen. Triggering content: mentions of substance abuse, drug addiction, and rape.

[eliotbaum]

now you’re running in circles