#priest oc

[descendinight]

Trying on Father’s boots（The Reverend’s）✝️

[polyanitsa]

I drew a card with my active character for dnd. It's Libushe - the undead priestess of Lathander (lol)

We are in the process of playing and I have accumulated a lot of funny sketches, I will show you later

[buendenko]

Hello! You guys really seemed to be liking my previous art of my oc andrei and the praying mantis symbolism so I thought I would share another work I've made of him💗🙏

[sceptixfakemon]

hehehehhe gift art!!!! for my lovely boyfriend @a-french-guardsman

[bring-me-back-a-dog]

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From the moment you stepped into Father Thomas' confessional booth for the first time he's been quietly obsessed.

All of your worries were so... Tame.

Things like lying, or having one heavy night of drinking every so often- It wasn't anything he struggled to help you with; It wasn't anything he hasn't treated himself for.

So when you enter his booth crying one day of course he is alarmed, Thomas sits up straight and adopts a softer drawl instead of his usual flat tone "Dearest... What's bothering you?"

Your little sniffles make his chest hurt and Thomas focuses on the rosary in his hands as he listens.

"Father I've been getting these awful dreams... I-I can't sleep anymore– It feels like someone has been watching me!"

Oops... His bad. He didn't think you were that observant.

Thomas clears his throat and rubs his thumb over the crucifix between his fingers without looking at the divider between you both "Remember our last discussion?"

"I don't think prayer is helping... I'm at my wits end here..."

Thomas sets his hand on the divider and smiles coyly "...One more try? I have faith it will work this time."

Your mouth opens to protest but the Father offers his rosary through the divider for you to hang onto; hesitantly you take it and study the dark green beads that are worn from frequent prayer. "....Ok" you mumble in agreement.

His fingers intentionally graze yours before he pulls his hand back to fold them in prayer "Heavenly Father, we ask that you watch over this troubled soul, to guide their mind out of the storm into calmer waters... Amen."

"Amen" you parrot it back with uncertainty and look down at the beads in your hand before meeting his lensed gaze from behind the lattice "...No penance?"

"No penance. You did nothing wrong, my child."

For once it's the Father who exits the booth first, when you follow soon after he seems... Embarrassed? Why?

It doesn't matter. Seeing his arms open up to offer a very rare hug is all it takes for you to forget; He pulls you in and subtly takes in the scent of your hair

The height difference leaves no room for modesty, your face fits right against his chest like it belongs there.

Reluctantly, he lets go of you and folds his hands in front of him with a sincere smile "You can keep that rosary. I've got plenty of them."

You nod and give it one last look before tucking it into your pocket and wiping the last of the wetness from your eyes.

You sleep well that night... Even if nothing has really changed.

Because Father Thomas still creeps by your home in his best dark clothing... with his best polaroid camera.

Click! Flash. Wobble.

He shakes out his newest picture with a sickening grin under his ballistic mask.

This one is going in his wallet. <3

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[father-vinicius]

*aborted priest voice* I would have loved to listen to your secret, sinful sexual fantasies on the confession booth. I would have loved to be flustered by your words while mentally struggling to be professional and detached, as a chaste servant of God should.

[fruitgravies]

it's you, my dear

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[r-aindr0p]

Still tired but alive and drawing, no worries :') Anyway, another char from the same order my cringesona is in : Archbishop Cirrus ! About 1m53 (≈5 feet) without his hat, has a sister he spills al the tea to whenever he can. + Put up a quick chart of all the robes of the order : Dawn, Day, Dusk and Night (minus the pope(ss)' robes)