✟𝔪𝔦𝔤𝔲𝔢𝔩 𝔬'𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞✟

"Gather, my children. Let's listen to His voice and beg Him for mercy for our sins." Miguel O'Hara roleplay account created by @cioemyr. Priest!Miguel, inspired by @peterspinkrobe.

[migueloharassin]

✟𝔭𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰𝔱 𝔪𝔦𝔤𝔲𝔢𝔩 𝔬'𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞✟

Heavily based on @peterspinkrobe 's fanfiction - the true piece of art, filled with passion and tension between both of the main characters.

When I found the mentioned story - I fell in love instantly and immediately messaged the creator about the possibility of using the inspiration to create this account along with the roleplays (that would possibly and hopefully arrive here at some point).

I would love to thank the amazing writer one more time before I start organising the account and create the first startings for the roleplays! I think you brought faith into our hearts again (not really for God... at least not the one everyone talks about... but Miguel is doing a great job at creating his own small church :3).

Miguel's masterlist.

@peterspinkrobe 's masterlist.

[migueloharassin]

Is your starter still open? I would love to engage 👀

Hello!

My starter is open! But please keep in mind that I am currently quite busy with my finals. So I reply very rarely!

But feel free to reply to the starter. I will happily reply whenever I find free time!~

[migueloharassin]

"I need to tell you something important. It's difficult, but you deserve to know." (From Eve)

He looked up at her in a sudden, quick motion as he blinked a few times. His eyes seemed to wander across her body, scanning it before he focused on her face. Miguel felt like his world stopped. The serious stare, serious words of hers made him clench his teeth. Oh he hated serious situations.

They always reminded him of his years in school. The long hours of listening to the others, reading books, studying the bible under the eye of the other, experienced priest. He liked it though. The time spent on the studies now seemed to bring no use as his eyes were glued on the beauty in front of him. His chin raised, fingers placed the pen down onto the desk.

"May the god bless you."

He said quietly. He always said it when seeing someone. Maybe to bring luck. Or maybe to try and keep himself in the faith as hard as he could. Just to remind himself that the God was still in his heart. Just a little reminder so his head wouldn't get any stupid ideas. Just so he wouldn't make scenarios about the heaven not really existing. He straightened his posture, leaving the documents he was signing with no attention. It was now turned to the girl in front of him.

"What is the such an important matter?"

His eyes locked on hers as he soon took a step aside.

"Maybe you would like to sit down?"

[migueloharassin]

I just give a sign that I am starting my schoolyear. I will reply to the ask and starting that was made for me asap!

Later my replies may get a little bit shorter or delayed due to it being my final grade!

[migueloharassin]

✞✟𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓 𝖗𝖔𝖑𝖊𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖞 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖗✟✞

✟𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔞𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔰 𝔱𝔬✟

Miguel was still not as experienced in faith as he wished he was. He wanted to be so deep in it... Soaked with it... Filled with it. He wanted to feel the strength coming into his body, piercing through it, spreading across his skin. He wanted his heart to beat along to the harmony of it. To never lose the right path.

But for long months now he felt lost... He doubted in any signs coming to him. He was alone. He had no one... No one. The brothers of his - other deacons, were not enough to him. He wanted more... He was greedy... Selfish maybe. Everyday he apologized for it, kneeling in front of the cross, almost crying as he held his hands clasped together, leaning his forehead on them. He muttered the quiet apologies, taking his time with every confession. He wanted to be close to Him. But He was far away... Distant from Miguel who felt desperate to become someone even better.

Even that one day wasn't different. Once the church was empty - he stayed, still dressed in the beautiful, green and golden robes, whispering the pleads for help in his never ending travel through loneliness. His hands shook softly, brows furrowed as he closed his eyes to maybe... See something. See the vision that the God would send him. But his preaching stopped once he heard someone sitting next to him. The person he hadn't seen in the church at all... And it's been a year since he was there. The smooth lines of their jaw. Their troubled eyes.

His posture relaxed just slightly as he decided to speak up quietly, hoping to not startle the young person. "May I help in any way?"

@indiestarter

[migueloharassin]

I just remind about the open starter!

[migueloharassin]

Do you have any discomforts or triggers? I'm interested in a roleplay but I usually cover heavy topics during rp.

I do not have any discomforts or triggers. I am completely fine with not going too much into detail with harder topics either. You can send them over to me in private message! I want you to feel safe here ><

[migueloharassin]

✞✟𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓 𝖗𝖔𝖑𝖊𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖞 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖗✟✞

✟𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔞𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔰 𝔱𝔬✟

Miguel was still not as experienced in faith as he wished he was. He wanted to be so deep in it... Soaked with it... Filled with it. He wanted to feel the strength coming into his body, piercing through it, spreading across his skin. He wanted his heart to beat along to the harmony of it. To never lose the right path.

But for long months now he felt lost... He doubted in any signs coming to him. He was alone. He had no one... No one. The brothers of his - other deacons, were not enough to him. He wanted more... He was greedy... Selfish maybe. Everyday he apologized for it, kneeling in front of the cross, almost crying as he held his hands clasped together, leaning his forehead on them. He muttered the quiet apologies, taking his time with every confession. He wanted to be close to Him. But He was far away... Distant from Miguel who felt desperate to become someone even better.

Even that one day wasn't different. Once the church was empty - he stayed, still dressed in the beautiful, green and golden robes, whispering the pleads for help in his never ending travel through loneliness. His hands shook softly, brows furrowed as he closed his eyes to maybe... See something. See the vision that the God would send him. But his preaching stopped once he heard someone sitting next to him. The person he hadn't seen in the church at all... And it's been a year since he was there. The smooth lines of their jaw. Their troubled eyes.

His posture relaxed just slightly as he decided to speak up quietly, hoping to not startle the young person. "May I help in any way?"

@indiestarter

[migueloharassin]

//I fixed the issue with the inbox! You can send messages to priest!Miguel now.

[justanotherrpmeme]

Serious starters

"I can't believe we're facing this situation. It's overwhelming."

"We have to stay strong and find a way through it together."

"I need to tell you something important. It's difficult, but you deserve to know."

"I appreciate your honesty. I'm here to listen and support you."

"We're running out of options. What are we going to do?"

"Let's take a step back, assess the situation, and come up with a plan. We'll figure it out."

"I can't handle the weight of this responsibility. It's too much for me."

"Remember, we're in this together. I believe in you, and we'll face it one step at a time."

"This is a difficult decision, but it's necessary for our future."

"I trust your judgment. We'll support each other no matter what."

"I've made a mistake, and it's affecting everyone around us."

"We all make mistakes. Let's find a way to make it right and learn from this experience."

"I'm scared. I don't know if I can handle this."

"I feel lost and don't know where to turn."

"I can't go on like this. It's becoming too much to bear."

"You're not alone. Lean on me."

"We've hit a major setback."

"We'll regroup and find a way forward. We've overcome challenges before."

"The situation is dire, and time is running out."

We won't give up."

"We can't lose hope."

"I've kept a secret from you, and I can't carry the burden anymore."

"We'll work through it together, no matter how difficult."

"I've realized I need to make a significant change in my life."

"I'm sorry for the pain I've caused. I never meant for things to turn out this way."

"The situation seems impossible. Is there any hope left?"

"In the darkest times, hope is essential."

[migueloharassin]

You may use these to start a new thread with priest!Miguel here!

[sunshynememes-deactivated202403]

⋆ ⁺ ₊ ⋆ ☀︎ love languages, part one: acts of service.

add [ reverse ] to swap sender and receiver's roles.

[ away ] sender plans a surprise weekend away with receiver.

[ breakfast ] sender brings receiver breakfast in bed.

[ chore ] sender does a chore they know receiver hates.

[ dinner ] sender takes receiver out to dinner at their favourite place.

[ event ] sender pretends to be receiver's romantic date at an event they attend together.

[ fix ] sender fixes something broken that's meaningful to receiver.

[ go ] sender goes to something to support receiver ( a sporting event, a theatre production, etc).

[ hair ] sender brushes/braids receiver's hair.

[ jacket ] sender lends receiver their jacket.

[ massage ] sender gives receiver a massage.

[ outfit ] sender sets out an outfit for receiver.

[ pay ] sender pays for receiver ( dinner, to see a movie, a ticket to an event, etc. )

[ run ] sender runs receiver a hot bath.

[ snack ] sender brings receiver their favourite snack.

[ towel ] sender has a warm towel waiting when receiver gets out the bath/shower.

[ umbrella ] sender holds their umbrella over receiver when it starts raining.

[ watch ] sender has been waiting for receiver to watch their favourite tv show/movie together, and they've finally got time together.

[migueloharassin]

You may use these to contact me and start a new roleplay through asks!

[migueloharassin]

✞✟𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘✟✞

𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔞𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔰 𝔱𝔬

[migueloharassin]

✞✟𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓 𝖗𝖔𝖑𝖊𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖞 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖗✟✞

✟𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔞𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔰 𝔱𝔬✟

Miguel was still not as experienced in faith as he wished he was. He wanted to be so deep in it... Soaked with it... Filled with it. He wanted to feel the strength coming into his body, piercing through it, spreading across his skin. He wanted his heart to beat along to the harmony of it. To never lose the right path.

But for long months now he felt lost... He doubted in any signs coming to him. He was alone. He had no one... No one. The brothers of his - other deacons, were not enough to him. He wanted more... He was greedy... Selfish maybe. Everyday he apologized for it, kneeling in front of the cross, almost crying as he held his hands clasped together, leaning his forehead on them. He muttered the quiet apologies, taking his time with every confession. He wanted to be close to Him. But He was far away... Distant from Miguel who felt desperate to become someone even better.

Even that one day wasn't different. Once the church was empty - he stayed, still dressed in the beautiful, green and golden robes, whispering the pleads for help in his never ending travel through loneliness. His hands shook softly, brows furrowed as he closed his eyes to maybe... See something. See the vision that the God would send him. But his preaching stopped once he heard someone sitting next to him. The person he hadn't seen in the church at all... And it's been a year since he was there. The smooth lines of their jaw. Their troubled eyes.

His posture relaxed just slightly as he decided to speak up quietly, hoping to not startle the young person. "May I help in any way?"

@indiestarter