#blasphemy probably

[wooden-ducks]

In Excelsis

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Scott/Kip

Summary: Kip visits the church on the corner of East 69th Street and Second Avenue because he’s sad, and because it’s beautiful.

The Priest!Scott AU that no one asked for.

Read it on AO3

[lostwords-found]

Been thinking about all the food/drink/hunger/physical consumption stuff going on in Protocol again, and it hit me that I've thought about fae food and I've thought about Persephone and Hades and I've thought about the apple and the serpent in Eden, but something I haven't thought about is transubstantiation and a really horrible twisted parallel to the Eucharist, and in combination with the whole alchemy / transmutation thing + Albertus Magnus being a Catholic saint + Albert's student Thomas Aquinas kinda having assembled a bunch of the philosophical framework used to justify the concept of transubstantiation + Jonny Sims' noted enthusiasm for the subject of cannibalism, that kinda feels like it might have been an oversight.

and I'm not actually sure where my brain is going with that yet but wherever it is, boy oh boy do I wish it wasn't.

[scribellz]

Merry Christmas Eve, I attempted a comic!

Follow my Insta!

[niobefurens]

Astrological Predictions.

Wèi Chángzé and Cángsè Sànrén brought the baby to an astrologer to have his chart done.

The Dàozháng blessed them, and said to his mother:

“This child is destined to cause the fall, and the rising, of many in the Xuánmén Shìjiā; and to be a sign of contradiction*, so that the thoughts of many hearts will be revealed. And a sword will pierce your own soul too.”

his is so APT for Wei Wuxian ...

Lk. 20, 34-35, my translation adapted to MDZS.

contradiction = to be spoken against (lt. contra dire).

[cj-kenobi]

rip jesus you would've loved the silly hat we put on your statue

[delcat177]

I know it is probably blasphemous and appropriation but dear God I wanna give Taweret just the biggest squeezy hug

She's so nice and I bet she gives warm hugs, she's a goddess of childbirth after all

If she measured my heart it would not balance because it would be so full of love...love for hugs

And if you try to hug a real life hippo you get super dead so this would be like a last shot hippo hug, that cannot be understated

This isn't a furry thing or a big mommy milkers thing or w/e I just wanna hug

[artbymintcookies]

40 + mattfoggy?

40. Hiding/hoping not to be caught kiss

They’re making out in a church. gets pretty spicy. Minors beware.

The birds are chirping their warbling giggles outside, and it feels like an accusation. Foggy’s hands are on him in the bathroom of the church. It’s early, still but the cars are piling up and the children in uncomfortable shoes and tiny suits are greeting each other. The Marthas and the Patricias and Gertrudes are fixing their hats and chattering about the surprisingly good stint of weather.

Matt lets out a moan and Foggy chases it with an effervescent kiss. “Shh,” he says, biting at Matt’s lip. “Your priest is just outside.”

“Be faster, then. It’s starting soon,” Matt shoots back, trying to sound irritated.

“I don’t know, we might have to miss the meeting.” Foggy sucks deftly at his neck.

“You could have just said if you didn’t want to come to church with me.”

“I told you I had plans. I had every intention of coming.”

Matt gives him a friendly pinch to the ear. “That was awful. Get off of me.”

Foggy chuckles and does the unforgivable act of complying. Matt reaches for him and catches him with a finger in a loop of his good slacks.

“No, wait, come back and finish what you started.”

“Thought so,” Foggy says smugly. “We will be late, though, we have a minute.”

“And I have a bit of a situation God might not be too keen on,” Matt whines, pressing their bodies together, chest to groin.

“Interesting. You’d be able to hear if anyone’s close, right?”

“Of course.” He undoes Foggy’s necktie. “We can do a little worship of our own.” He undoes Foggy’s belt.

“Is that how it works?”

“Where two or three are gathered in my name,” Matt muses, grabbing handfuls of Foggy.

“Oh, God,” Foggy moans.

“That’s the spirit.”

“You know, it’s been a while since I’ve been to church. Did Catholicism get a lot cooler while I was away?”

“I can show you the ropes. Lesson one, a lot of worship is done on your knees,” Matt says, sinking to his knees and pulling Foggy’s pants down with him. He hears the gratifying thump of Foggy’s head meeting the wall.

A hymn starts outside, and Matt lets it fill his soul.

“Come down, O Love divine, seek thou this soul of mine,” the choir sings.

“Oh, Jesus Christ,” breathes Foggy above him. “God, you’re so perfect.”

Foggy’s words are sweet and rambling as they tumble out of his lips. He strokes Matt’s hair, whispering blessings to him. He feels so acutely watched by God, feels so encompassed by whatever infinite feeling He’s supposed to evoke. Feels the power deep in the back of his throat and in the sting of his flushed lips and bruising knees.

“Jesus, I love you,” Foggy gasps, filling him with something sacred and gentle and loved.

“For none can guess its grace, till Love create a place wherein the Holy Spirit makes a dwelling.”

[fancytrinkets]

Aziraphale, face all scrunched up and annoyed, glances away from the Bible he's reading. He marks his place on the page with his finger, and reaches across the desk with his other hand to grab a quill. He dips it in ink and proceeds to cross out and amend the lines that are wrong.