#I'm going to be taggin this in such a way as to present myself as a gurlie

[cluethegirl]

There is an art to looking and appearing rich as shit in public, like the type of rich that does not care about the looks, and I seem to nail it. here are the instructions:

ok thanks that's all

[morganrat]

The Resurrection of John Ward

A Faith: The Unholy Trinity alternate universe, created by me :3

(probably contains some game spoilers)

How it is...

!!IMPORTANT DISCLAIMERS!!

✦ THIS ISN'T SUPER IN DEPTH, it is SIMPLE!! My Father Ward wasn't created with anything deep in mind, the headcanons just diverged too much and I ended up making a mini story hdjdjshdshj

✦ I BARELY KNOW WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT!! I've never actually played FTUT, I'm just going off of fandom wikis and youtube videos

✦ IM PROJECTING A LOT!! This is MY little thing IM working on that I created. This isn't for any of you, it's a way for me to cope and look into myself and my religious trauma and yall are just here for the ride

✦ I DON'T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT PLOTHOLES!! It really ain't that serious 😭 (it gets less serious and more casual as i keep writing LMAO)

now that that's outta the way,

How he came to be...

✦ After submitting to the evil he was destined to defeat, allowing the initiation of the Profane Sabbath, Father Ward is no more. Everyone's memories, the Martin house, Amy, Michael, his entire existence wiped clean from the face of the universe.

Well, in HIS universe...

✦ Meanwhile someone not that far away was observing very intently. Being plastered onto millions of screens, he would come to be FAR from forgotten.

✦ Fueled by surges of passion, obsession, and the usage of way too much ink, Father Ward would come to be yet again.

✦ His soul being handed to the one holding the pen that brings him life, Father Ward is rebirthed as an angel in the new world. The honoring of him despite his faith being destroyed, gives him another chance.

How he is doing...

✦ After a little while of confusion surrounding the sudden change in his environment and physique, he quickly became adjusted to his new home.

✦ He slowly starts to loosen up, wandering the new universe appreciating its unusual beauties.

✦ He has nearly nothing to dread now, for his vengeful god and twisted devil have no reign over him here. You can say his faith is dwindling especially after what happened, realizing his god is not in fact infinite.

✦ He DOES still suffer from horrible nightnares, about Amy and the Profane Sabbath...

✦ He also still smokes, his asthma is still very much present, and he has been to the emergency room on several occasions (and counting 😭)

✦ Though it seems like every day he starts to look younger and healthier, with no bible to read he picks up gardening, now carrying with him a flower instead of a cross. His cassock is also now a comfy onesie :3

More about him... (silly)

✦ Before picking up gardening, he attempted to cook and bake! That didn't last long though, he set the ovenstove on fire four times now... When he isn't causing a grease fire though, he can make MEAN scrambled eggs 🗣❗ im talkin GORDON RAMSAY typa shit

✦ Severely allergic to dandelions, he finds ONE in his garden and he freaks the fuck out, Father Ward is vehemently against using any kind of pesticides though

✦ Holding hands with him is nice, his paws are calloused yet gentle from manual labor, he clips his claws regularly so he doesnt accidently hurt the flowers <3

✦ He has paw beans

✦ He secretly sings silly little songs when nobody's around (and when there are people, he hums), it helps him calm down from waves of anxiety, kinda like @littledoof's panic singing LMAO

✦ Father Ward is also growing accustomed to the other residents, the millions of people he reaches in the online space. He's a bit closed off (for now) but still kind to everyone he meets

✦ YES Father Ward IS interactive!! You can talk to him through my ask box, and he will frequently mingle with other posts he finds to be interesting!

✦ Settling down from all the fighting demons and counting the days, slowly but surely he is beginning to find peace, and you all are with him for the journey if youd like to be :)

@400-gallons-of-catholic-guilt

taggin you bc u said u were excited :>

[strawbunniiee]

(insert creative title here bc no ideas head empty)

anywayssss heres my new ficcy yayy enjoy

yet another dumb self indulgent frens fic lmao

taggin frendos in case they wanna see!! @salamifuposey @monsterbride99

~~~

"The Phantom of the Bwahpera?! Bahahahaha!"

Jawaii had been attempting to tell one the other students at her school all about her new best friend Phantom and how they met during lunch.

"He's not even real! He's just a dumb fairy tale to scare little kids. You're so friendless that you just have to make imaginary friends, huh?" said the other student.

"N-no he's not! He's just as real as you and me." protested Jawaii. "I'll prove it to you!"

Jawaii cleared her throat and began to sing the song Phantom had slipped into her pocket the day they had met. Her singing was quite off key but it usually summoned him right away. No answer. None of the usual dramatic entrances he would usually make. Nothing.

This only made him laugh harder. Jawaii hid her face, holding back tears.

~~~

After school was all said and done, Jawaii ran into the woods that day. She was crying, somewhat even angry at Phantom that he didn't even come. Why didn't he come when she needed him?

Instead of singing the song, she personally ran to Spooky Trails all by herself. She brushed through messy, tangly vines, pricked her legs on thorns, even. But that wouldn't stop her. She was going to give him a piece of her mind.

She came to the Moon Gate and angrily pushed her whole body on it with all her might. Then she had remembered: it wasn't a full moon nor was Phantom present to open it. Instead, she began to climb it, using the intricate patterns as rungs. She jumped off the top and onto the other side. She stomped over to the stage, looking around for where Phantom may be. The rotund ghost rabbit was nowhere to be found.

Jawaii looked around, looking behind the stage props, looking all over for him, until she found a basement door tucked away behind a curtain. She burst through the doors, dashing down the stairs.

~~~

The place was very intricate, almost like a haunted palace. Jawaii, despite still feeling rather miffed, was enamored by it. Soft velvety rugs and fancy decorations everywhere! It all looked quite expensive. How was he even able to get all this stuff anyway? thought Jawaii. ...I've got no time to be stupid, I know what I'm here for and I'm gonna do it.

She looked around, looking through all of the doors until she found a great big one. She pushed it open to find Phantom sitting on a massive mountain of pillows, reading a book with some tea. "J-Jawaii? What are you doing in here? H-how did you get across Spooky Trails all by yourself, are you all ri-"

"Yeah, yeah, I have something to say to you, Phantom." huffed Jawaii.

"...D-darling, what's wrong? Was it... something I said?" Phantom stuttered, taken aback. He had never seen Jawaii angry at him before. He had NEVER wanted to hurt her, in any sort of way.

"No, dummy." Jawaii said, clenching her small fists. "It was something you did. Or didn't do anyway."

"...What was it?" He began to internally panic. Phantom knew that Jawaii already went through quite enough, he just wanted to be there for her during her time of need, he didn't want to add on to her pain!

"At lunch today I sung the song to call you over 'cause this other kid told me you weren't real, and I wanted to show him that you ARE real. But then you didn't even come!" Her tears came back, little liquid drops streaming down her small cheeks.

"...Am I not even that important to you anymore, ever since you got with Peach...? Is that why we've been hanging out less?" she sniffled.

Phantom's eyes widened in saddened shock. "Jawaii, of course not! You will always be important to me. I'll always make time for you. And... you called me at lunch? I didn't know... I'm so terribly sorry I didn't come..."

"I embarrassed myself and that kid just laughed at me. People treat me like garbage, except for you, Peach and my family. I'm lucky all the other kids there were too busy. Or else they would have just laughed at me too." weeped Jawaii.

"Wait a minute, there were other children present?" Phantom came to a realization. "That must be why I didn't hear it. I am not able to be called around crowds of other people... or else they may try to harm me, or alert others of my existence. So I made sure I cannot be called in the midst of the living... sincerest apologies my child."

"Ohhh. That makes sense." said Jawaii. She hung her head. "But... when can we hang out more? I miss hanging out with you and playing with you..."

"Well, now that you're here... I suppose we can now!"

Jawaii perked up, her eyes the size of saucers. "Really?!" she gasped.

Phantom chuckled a bit. "Why, of course we can! Now, what would you like to do first? There's plenty of things to do here, I assure you!"