#defroque yourself

[gyatterimperator]

[nihildenial]

[puuuders]

Nobody said it would be easy,

and if it was you wouldn't want it anyway.

Basically this whole song is Miasma, it hurts me so much... Please take a listen!

ALSO this was inspired by @ask-plasma-ghuleh and their art!

[frjimdefroque]

Pretty proud about this one. YOUR PASSWORD IS MINE, GHOooOOOOsTt!!!

[zombocomme]

Over here wondering what @frjimdefroque would think of Jacked up Jesis... 🥴

[miasma-museum]

It was maybe 1 am when Jim's phone blared to life. The screen lit up as it vibrated and rang, an unknown number shown. Maybe just another random, lonely sinner. And that is exactly what it was.

After hearing the tired greeting from the man on the other side, Miasma froze. He didn't know he would get this far at 1 am. He didnt really know if he was calling for a response or calling to prove it to himself nothing would change. But, he promised himself one thing. If he managed to reach him at this time of night, maybe it was a sign.

"F-Father..." Miasma murmured, almost spitting out his own name, but stopping. If he told him it was Miasma, a very well known and despised ghoul, it would be a little more difficult to back out of this in case he changed his mind. He didn't know if Jim would try to contact Frater, to tell him that one of his ghouls was trying to confide in him against the ministrys rules. And Miasma knew of Jim's interactions with the ministry. He would be banking entirely on his kindness, and considering Jim's reaction to Miasma's release, publically announcing on his shows that maybe he deserved to be locked up, Miasma felt he was grasping at straws by giving him a call at all.

His hand shook as he held the phone to his ear. He was sitting alone in his old prison cell, the only place he knew he'd get some privacy, even if it was 1 am. People were nosey, but no one wanted to be down there, especially in the darkness. His breath quivered as he brought his other hand to his face, wiping stray droplets that dripped from his eyes. He exhaled and continued trying to speak.

"I know you are not who you claim to be... On your shows and stuff... But..."

He paused.

"I think... That is a good thing. I know you are a sinner... Too. And..."

Miasma cleared his throat, sniffling.

"I don't... I don't know. I... I just... I can't find anything where I am at, Father. But I can't move from it. I can't go up. I don't want to keep going up, and I don't want to go down. I want to go... Some other direction."

Miasma had gotten up at some point, pacing around as he spoke, making hand gestures to no one.

"But it's like I am climbing some kind of tower, those towers where the ladders are in a cage so you break your fall if you do fall, but I have wings. I have the means to fly away and go to someplace else, but I still can't do it, because... There's a barrier. A barrier I can't control... So I can only keep climbing up where there is nothing waiting for me, or climb down and lose even that dim light at the top. But that light is green... And I fucking HATE the color green so much!"

Miasma burst into a sob, sitting back down on his bed and letting himself cry for a few minutes, especially since the only thing he could hear on the other end was Jim's slow, almost shaky breathing. After calming, he spoke again.

"I'm sure you don't have to worry about that though, father. Maybe if you got caught...."

Miasma paused, his eyes darting to the side like he was waiting for an angry outburst from the man on the other end, but nothing came. He sighed.

"I don't care who you are. You still offer... Things I want. Your church... And God's forgiveness... Do you really think anyone on this earth can be forgiven and redeemed by Him? Anything?"

@frjimdefroque

[ask-apostle-ghoul]

So Jim DeFroque is apparently from Texas, specifically Waco, Texas.

Will Jim show his smug ass face at the Texas rituals next year? THAT WOULD BE THE BEST THING EVER AS MUCH AS I PRETEND TO DISLIKE HIM THE FACT HE IS TEXAN GETS ME (context: I am from texas)

[frjimdefroque]

This guy, Fr. John Ward, he seems to have his priorities straight.

you gotta have faith.

[puuuders]

I'm With You Always - DeCopia drabble thing

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A/N - I HAVE FALLEN INTO DECOPIA HOLE AND CAN'T GET UP. @frjimdefroque THIS IS FOR YOU

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Jim spends a sacred moment with his beloved.

570 words

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The fog was always thick on cool October dusks, the birth of the night always seeming a bit brighter with the reflection of the moon bouncing off the miniscule water droplets that hung in the air. Though, on certain nights, the fog would grow in thickness as a presence would wander around the church borders, as Jim would watch the fluctuation move about from a second story window with a glass of His blood planted softly in his hand. By now, he had already changed into a comfortable pair of gray sweats and a black cardigan, a small portion of his chest visible from the V line. He took a sip of his wine, eyes half lidded and glued to a distinct shadow surrounded by the thickening fog. It was not until his glass was empty that he realized he had been trying too hard to search for that glimmer of white he longed to see. Looking down at the empty cup, he pulled the deep red curtains shut.

They always had an agreed upon time that one party could never seem to respect. 3:00 AM, deep into typical sleeping hours. Though Jim knew the significance of the number, and that it was not just to ensure privacy and lessened risk of being caught. But he never seemed to care. How could he claim to care when he was stepping through the yard, wet leaves and twigs crunching beneath his feet as he moved to their frequent meeting spot?

“You smell nice.” The familiar Italian voice squeaked from behind the chain link fence, black gloves fingers curling around the wires. Jim rubbed his arms with his own gloved hands, not having prepared for the cold. 

“I can't smell you.” Jim murmured, almost aggressively. Met with silence, he sighed. 

“Can I?”

“Sí… That's what I wait for.” 

The being leaned forward, his infernal eye piercing through the fog, illuminating each of their faces. His own was painted neatly of an abstract skull, loose strands of his graying hair falling perfectly before his eyes. 

Jim met Copia, pressing his chest against the fence as he closed his eyes. He listened as Copia began to pry apart the wires, creating just enough space to press even further forward. The head priest had noticed these damages before, and Jim blamed their rivalry ministry. Which, technically, was no sin and no lie. 

But there was no point. There was no point to defend his holiness against such sins. And Jim knew that. For now he was pressing his lips against another man, and that of a man of the beast of many names. He drew a deep breath against their connection, inhaling Copia's scent, relishing their brief moment of intimacy. It was a moment they only risked sharing twice a week, apart from their occasional meeting amongst one another's ministry, though it was difficult to get any moment alone with the breathing of each other's leaders over their shoulders. 

Jim had melted. Clinging to the fence, he took in as much taste and smell, eyebrows pinched up and tongue threatening to dive in as he struggled to contain himself. Until eventually, the pressure fell against no presence. He stumbled as his eyes fluttered open, saddened pupils peering into nothing but the darkness of night. He pressed his forehead against the cold metal, his eyes falling shut once more. It would be another week before he would see his lover again. 

[frjimdefroque]

My virtue of the month this month is love. If you all go around spreading love half as much as you spread legs, this world would be cured of all it’s darkness.

Spread some love this month.

[zombocomme]

Once again

Jesus is comming....

[frjimdefroque]

Jesus is with all of us. Let us open our hearts to Him.

really huge fan of this image

[puuuders]

@frjimdefroque

how many nfts and bored apes does the lord own

[frjimdefroque]

!!not kidding, I can feel the Jim rubbing off on me. I don’t really believe in God, I never truly have, but acting as a priest on here has changed me so much. even if he’s a shitty priest, i’ve still lectured people about faith and i can FEEL the priest rubbing off on me, HELP. I CAN FEEL ALL THE CATHOLIC SCHOOL KNOWLEDGE COMING BACK TO ME, AND I CAN HEAR THE EXCUSES FOR FAITH IN MY HEAD, and i hate that i sound like a priest. but i fucking love this priest boy, and if i was a guy i’d probably be a priest. (nuns are lame, sorry girls 😔)

[zombie-rott]

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[frjimdefroque]

I mean, I can’t get you a link, because I don’t read it…of course… but I can give you a little wink wink and a nudge towards ao3…

i think about men kissing all the time at work