#oblated

[canisalbus]

Machete has parents?? I'm not familiar with their actual lore, so I've been imagining Machete as a desolate victorian orphan boy

Everyone has parents, he didn't materialize out of thin air (or evolve from a crumpled napkin).

But he lost contact with them early on and doesn't remember much of anything about them. Machete was a sickly kid and his family was going through a rough patch at the time, they were constantly struggling to find the time and funds to care for him. Child mortality was high and it was starting to look increasingly likely that he wouldn't make it. He was around three or four when they left him at the closest monastery that accepted foundlings and he hasn't heard of them since.

[dark-art-666]

[queerprayers]

sufjan stevens putting "ah, holy jesus" on a christmas album 🤝 me putting his "o come, o come emmanuel" on a holy saturday playlist

[portraitsofsaints]

Mother Mary Lange

Venerable

Born: circa 1783 -1794 

Died: February 3, 1882

Feast Day: February 3

Patronage: Oblate Sisters of Providence

Elizabeth Clarissa Lange was born in Cuba, to free black parents who gave her a great education. They immigrated to the U.S. in 1800. Through the encouragement of  Fr. James Hector Joubert, SS, she opened St. Francis Academy for colored students, the oldest continuously operated black school in the U.S. In 1829, she founded the Oblate Sisters of Providence and was the first superior general. The sisters experienced great hardships, poverty, and racism but continued to educate and evangelize African Americans. She gave herself and her material possessions until she was empty of all but Jesus and died a natural death.

Prints, plaques & holy cards available for purchase here: (website)

[rubivana]

“that’s the very reason the Oblation Board was set up. As our good hostess here could tell you.” “Really? Is she involved with the Oblation Board?” “My dear, she is the Oblation Board. It’s entirely her own project –”

a mock-up poster partly inspired by the postcards that came on the boxset art cards and partly self indulgent bc i was looking at the tag for hedy

[imonthemoonitsmadeofcheese]

Oblation

Link to Ao3 if you prefer to read it there

I am unused to sunshine.  The brightness hurts my stolen eyes.  Yet here I find myself on a grass-covered hill, mid-afternoon, with the sun pouring down upon me and no shade nearby.  

In one hand, I hold an artifact of dark magic, wreathed in protective soulfire, endlessly whispering promises that would twist and shape desire.  In the other, I hold an elongated bun, soft bread split in twain.  Condiments which resemble a combination of blood and chopped hive entrails surround a tube of finely ground flesh, marked from contact with searing hot metal in dark stripes along its length.

Beside me, my companion tries and fails to hide his anticipation from me.  The combination of his irreverence with his eagerness to please me is both frustrating and endearing.  He stands over a flaming pyre with other tubes of ground flesh upon it.  He tends to them as they hiss and spit their juices into the fire.

He claims this meal is traditional for the season.  He insists this communal ritual consumption is an essential aspect of the experience of Summer.  He has also insisted on preparing drinks containing small wood and paper umbrellas which serve no useful function.  He claims they are customary as well.

Scribe Eido of the House of Light and her father are both nearby.  Four-armed, towering over everyone except the Cabal, they are inspecting the tubes of ground flesh on the fire with quiet suspicion, not wanting to offend.

Others watch us carefully.  Members of the Vanguard, civilians, guardians, Eliksni, Cabal...  They look upon the broiling fleshy cylinders with a mixture of hunger and concern.  My companion is known for having eaten many inedible things.  They are unsure if food prepared by him will be delightful or abhorrent.  They seek validation from the first one to receive a portion of this strange meal.  

All eyes are upon me as I raise the end of his half-burnt offering to my lips.  I take a bite and watch his face as I chew.  His eyes glint proudly in the sunlight.  His lips form a rakish smile for me and me alone.  It always pleases him so intensely when I consume something he has prepared.  

The meat is flavourful and infused with the smokiness of the fire.  The condiments are sweet and tangy.  The bread is soft and warm.  Try as I might, I cannot help but smile.  

It is delicious.

Be sure to check out the rest of the zine! It's full of art and writing from multiple people, including several pieces written by me!

[lavampira]

stumbles out of M4 covered in blood

[mtg-cards-hourly]

Oblation

"A richer people could give more but they could never give as much."

Artist: Doug Chaffee TCG Player Link Scryfall Link EDHREC Link

[girlysword]

Prayers for Sister Susan Louise, principal of Immaculate Heart of Mary School in Towson Maryland, who died from a bad reaction to chemotherapy last Friday evening.

[why-bless-your-heart]

I always knew I had a touch of misophonia but this is just. misery. Every week.

[canisalbus]

I find little Machete being happy over bread baking to be so endearing, especially because I can imagine a world in which helping with baking was one of the few childhood joys he had (due to the lack of art of him happy as a pup), and then remembering the art you did months back of modern Machete making a souffle, I can see reincarnated Machete being drawn towards baking in his free time due to those residual feelings from his past life.

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[myrfing]

honestly if me tanking and a dps survive i don’t think we’re gonna die no matter what. I always think we have a shot. Even on drk

[wystaria-garden]

Oblation; Reduces damage taken by target party member or self by 10% for 10 seconds.

[tjodity]

HI I HAD TO RECHECK AND ACTUALLY! THIS IS ALASTOR'S CANON ETHNICITY

He is mixed Creole with a white father

sorry my brain's very fuzzy rn so ! i had to double check the specifics of his lore.

Oh okay! I never thought about it very hard I think I just assumed he was white for some reason

[lailoken]

Oblation Vessel of the Wending Way: Reborn

After two years of heavy use, having utilized it continuously for my monthly Lunar Rites, the Attercob's Oblation Vessel has begun to show signifcant wear and tear. Given its preciousness, my husband and I came to the conclusion that it was time to "retire" this vessel from active use. Instead, we plan to place it upon a simple corner shelf altar we'll be constructing with the purpose of giving spiders a place to have free reign within the the boundary of our Fane, while allowing us to keep the rest tidier (we've been struggling with letting spiders just sort of colonize our domestic temple, given their holiness within the context of our tradition, but ended up finding this compromise.)

Knowing that a new vessel would be needed to fulfill the aforementioned Lunar Rites—and specifically one we find through providence—my husband and I started casually keeping an eye out in places of interest, in hopes that one would present itself. Finally, one day, I experienced a fairly in-your-face Spidereal Omen, which made me think we would be finding the new vessel soon, and lo and behold, I came across it later that same day.

The moment I saw this pot—which came from an estate sale in Britain—I knew it was the right one. Between the intuitive response I had, the fact that its Celadon coloration matches the color of our Fane exactly, and the fact that it's marked with twelve eyes for each month of the year it will be used to fulfill its purpose, it was glaringly apparent. What's more, the Eye, and Multiple Eyes in particular, are an important symbolic motif within the context of my tradition in general. Plus, as a cherry on top, it was quite cheap and was constructed/glazed in a way that should stand up much better to long-term moisture exposure.

I love it, and look forward to the years ahead with it.

[stick-figure-guy]

the first two in a tiny project of mine