#priest fest

[bunsofhoney]

Son of a Preacher (working title)

Peter Parker grew up in the church. His father and grandfather were pastors before they died. His uncle Ben was too, and raised Peter to follow in their footsteps. But religion just…doesn't make sense anymore. Not after visiting the library in Albany and reading about Darwin and Tesla and Einstein. So he slipped away, started writing for the local paper, dreamed of moving to the Big Apple and maybe learning to take pictures like Ansel Adams.

That was the plan until Uncle Ben died, from the same cancer that killed Peter's father and grandfather. The little town was left without a minister, and his Aunt May practically begged him to fill in. So here he is, preaching a religion that he doesn't believe in, that couldn't save his righteous and moral uncle, and couldn't prevent the devastation of the Great War. He's stuck in this podunk town, managing its dwindling flock and tiny newspaper.

Then a traveling snake-oil salesman rolls into town. This smooth-talking man with the scars covering his body seems to really be helping people, somehow. Is it the cocaine in the soda-water that he's hocking as medicine? Or is something deeper going on, something that defies both the religion Peter grew up in and the science he's adopted? Mr. Wilson keeps hanging around the church, sending Peter sideways glances and joking innuendos. It's infuriating. And captivating. Peter needs to learn his secrets, but the journey will take him down a dark path and away from the life he's always known.

. . .

Wade hasn't been the same since he met Mr. Sinister. That's his name for the voice in his head, anyway…the one that gives him premonitions, that tells him how to cure people and take away pain by branding it onto his skin and into his now seemingly immortal body. The same voice that promised he could heal Virginia, for a price…but failed to mention the fire that would take her life a few weeks later. Mr. Sinnister probably has a real name that sounds vaguely Latin and has too many Z's, but Wade has forgotten what it is.

After Ginny died, he packed up and hit the road, vowing to use his powers for…something useful, anyway. But faith healing doesn't actually pay the bills; those most in need usually can't afford his services. Sweet, cocaine-laced fizzy water…now that's where the money is. People will buy anything if it promises good health and vital spirits, and gets you nice and high while doing it (especially during prohibition). And Wade can slip in some actual healing on the side.

When he finds himself in Saratoga County in upstate New York, he starts hearing about the healing powers of the local springs, and thinks maybe it's something he can "tap into", so to speak. But then he sits in on a sermon at a small church (he likes to keep Mr. Sinister on his toes), and this cute young preacher talking about evolution and relativity…now that's something he can really tap into. Between the dark and sulphur-laden local hot springs, the TB sanitorium up the road, and the brooding young man on the pulpit, Wade and the voice in his head both like it in this little one-horse town.

Or: supernatural powers AU set in rural New York State in the 1920s. Featuring religious internal conflict, sexy demon possession, a reverse baptism, and a real life TB clinic where Wade gets to play Patch Adams. A WIP for the Spideypool Priest Fest.

[spideypoolpriestfest]

Spideypool Priest Fest has been resurrected!!

That’s right! We are bringing back Priest Fest for 2022!

Sign-ups are now open. Be sure to check out the rules, schedule and FAQ before you officially sign up for the event!

Happy sinning!

[triflingshadows]

TES Summer Fest, day 6–  Final Kiss / Prophecy

...The Elder Scrolls themselves can pierce the veil. They offer a view of the flux of Time itself...

@tes-summer-fest

[nouklea]

It Is Right and Just - Chapter 1

Here comes my contribution to the Wyler Spring Fest 2024, as described here:

This fic was inspired by the song Juste et bon from Mes Aïeux.

Thank you for reading. Hope you'll like it :)

@weylerwritingevents

[tsukiwolf42]

Be Afraid

For Spideypool Priestfest this year I crocheted two biblically accurate angels based on Spiderman and Deadpool.

This event was a ton of fun, and I'm so happy to have been a part of it.

[croneskull]

Starting to prep for Halloween/Sanctum Fest!

[starsstillshine]

finally watching the boys. why does kripke think priests have that kind of presence in evangelical middle america

[slrmagazine]

VampireFreaks Announces Dark Force Fest 2024

VampireFreaks Announces Dark Force Fest 2024, Three-Day Goth-Industrial Music Festival April 19th – 21st, 2024. #darkforcefest #vampirefreaks @darkforcefest @VampireFreaks

Three-Day Goth-Industrial Music Festival April 19th – 21st, 2024 VampireFreaks proudly present Dark Force Fest, a 3-day festival convention gathering featuring an exciting lineup of the most beloved international legacy bands along with the newest trending artists from the Gothic, Industrial, Darkwave and Post-Punk scenes. This stacked daily schedule lineup of bands has been finalized and…

[metalshockfinland]

JUDAS PRIEST + PANTERA to Co-Headlne Monterrey Metal Fest in Mexico

JUDAS PRIEST + PANTERA to Co-Headlne Monterrey Metal Fest in Mexico

Mexico’s original metal festival MONTERREY METAL FEST have announced the full line-up for the festival’s comeback edition which is scheduled to take place on Tuesday, December 6, 2022 at the Estadio Mobil Super in Monterrey, Nuevo Leon, Mexico. Monterrey Metal Fest 2022 Line-Up: Judas Priest (Co-Headliner)Pantera (Co-Headliner)Mercyful FateBehemothStryperAvatar Kali-Yuga (Local Opener) Tickets…

[venominfernus]

Release Athens 2022 Festivali İzlenimleri

Yoğun iş temposundan fırsat bulup, yaşadığım küçük ilçeden saatlerce yolculuk yapıp, iki saatliğine de olsa sevdiğim grubu izlemek ve dinlemek benim için özellikle şu son dönemde oldukça zor oluyor. %200’leri gören enflasyon, birtakım gericilerin artık böbürlenerek anlattığı konser iptalleri, “zaten etkinlik çok az, katılanlardan ne kazansak kârdır” zihniyetiyle iş yapan organizatörler, uzun yolculuklar vs. En çok da z kuşağından genç arkadaşlar için gitgide artan ekonomik olumsuzluklar… Umarım 10 yıl sonra uzaklara bakarak “bakın çocuklar biz bu ülkede Sonisphere’de Metallica, Slayer, Megadeth, Rammstein, Antrax izledik, zamanında Iron Maiden ile Alice Cooper gördük bu topraklarda” diyerek gözlerinden birer damla yaş süzülen, saçı sakalı ağarmış amca ve teyzelerden olmayız.

İç karartıcı bir başlangıçtan sonra gelelim yazının başlığı olan Release Athens 2022 Fest’e. Atina’da 2016 yılından bu yana düzenlenen bir organizasyon Release Athens. İlk yıllarda alternatif, indie, elektronik grupların ağırlıklı olarak sahne aldığı bir festival görünümündeyken, pandemi döneminden sonra biz metal müzik severlerin isteklerini dikkate almış olacaklar ki; rock-metal grupların ağırlığı gözle görünür şekilde artmış. İki yıllık pandemi arasından sonra 8 Haziran’da başlayıp, 23 Temmuz’a kadar süren maratonda, her hafta birkaç grubun sahne aldığı festivale bu yıl katılan grupların birkaçını söylemek gerekirse; Bauhaus (keşke izleme fırsatım olsaydı), Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds, Manowar, Mogwai, Iggy Pop, Blind Guardian, Sabaton, Jinjer, Sepultura’yı sayabiliriz. Festivalin düzenlendiği yerden bahsetmek gerekirse; Plateia Nerou adında ve içerisinde stadyum, su sporları merkezi, parklar, etkinlik alanlarının olduğu bir kompleks (konserlerin olduğu alanını görünüş olarak Küçükçiftlik Park’a çok benzettim) Atina merkezine toplu taşıma ile yaklaşık 30 dakikalık mesafede. Alana ulaşmak için biraz yürümek gerekiyor ama etrafta bol bol parkın bulunduğu ve trafik sorunu da olmadığı için, kâh çimlere uzanarak kâh manzaranın tadını çıkarak yolcuğu tamamlayabilirsiniz.

Yukarıda da dediğim gibi, bu ülke sınırları içinde artık konsere festivale katılmak lüks. Şu durumda; hele ülke dışında festivale katılmak ultra lüks haldeyken, Yunanistan seyahatinin planını yaptığımda neredeyse güzide ülkemizde tek günlük festivale ayırdığım bütçe kadar bir miktar çıkıyordu ortaya. Tekrar hesapladım, evet hata yoktu (hesap makinesi Çin malıydı). Judas Priest, Cradle Of Filth, The Dead Daisies, Black Soul Horde bileti o günkü kurla 900 lira bile etmiyordu, biralar 3-4 euro arasında değişiyordu, gece şehir içi ulaşım 8-10 euro civarındaydı. Önceki konser kritiklerime göre bol bol ekonomik kıyaslamaların olduğu bir yazı oldu sanırım J

Konser alanını bulmak için biraz gezindikten sonra sahnede olan Yunan heavy/power metal grubu Black Soul Horde’un son üç parçasına yetişebildim. Havanın sıcak, yapış yapış nem, yerlerin de beton olduğunu düşününce, kabalığın kendini gölgelik nereyi bulursa oraya attığına pek şaşırmadım. Ben de içecek reyonunun orada yerimi aldım. İlk defa dinlediğim Black Soul Horde, daha sonradan setlistlerine baktığıma göre tamamı son albümleri; “Horrors From The Void”dan oluşan bir listeyle sahnedelermiş. Keşke sahne süreleri biraz daha olsaydı dediğim bir performans sergilediler. Daha sonra dinlediğim albümlerinde Liar Of The Wolf, God Of War (Kratos’a selamlar) beğendiğim parçalar oldu.

Günün diğer grubu; gönlümde yeri ölene kadar ayrı olacak Deep Purple ve Black Sabbath efsanesi Glenn Hughes’un şu anki grubu The Dead Daisies’di. Ben acaba “bir bira daha alsam mı, biraz sıra var sanki” diye bakınırken sahneye bir çıkıverdiler ki, ne çıkış? Sizler yaş ortalaması 65 yaşında olan insanlarsınız. O nasıl bir enerji, nasıl bir sahne performansı, nasıl bir seyirciyle iletişim? O yaşlarda olanlar, ülkemizde yanmaz kefen piyasasını takip edip, manzaralı servi ağacı altı falan bakıyorlarken “Long Way To Go” ile açılışı yapıp “Unspoken” ile iyice coşan bizlere araya iki de Deep Purple klasiği ekleyerek (Mistreated ve Burn) kusursuz bir performansla ve bol bol teşekkür ederek sahneden indiler. Bu sayede İstanbul’daki Mayıs ayındaki gidemediğim Deep Purple konserini en azından bir nebze de telafisi oldu diyebilirim.

Deep Purple, pardon! The Dead Daisies’den sonra en son 2000’lerin başında ara sıra dinlediğim Cradle Of Filth sahne alacaktı. Programa dikkat etmediğim, sadece Judas Priest’e konsantre olduğum için onların ayrı bir konserde sahneye çıkacaklarını sanıyordum. Sahneye aldıklarında ilk iki üç parça sonunda hala 2000’lerin başında kaldığımı anladım. Ayrıca sıcak hava, oldukça uzun parçalar, yavaş yavaş baş gösteren yorgunluk neticesinde her parçanın birbirinin aynısı olduğu hissiyatını yaşamaya başlamıştım. Sadece aralarından eskilerden “Nymphetamine” ile “Her Ghost In The Fog” u seçebildim. Buradan yüzbinlerce takipçim olan hesaplarımdan (?) Dani ve ekibi görüp de alınmazlar umarım.

Ve sırada, yüzlerce km yol kat ettiğim, 2011 yılı İstanbul konserinde “keşke dünya gözüyle bir görebilseydim” dediğim, sıcak ve bunaltıcı nem yüzünden uğruna iki tişört değiştirdiğim Judas Priest vardı. Yaklaşık bir saat süren sahne hazırlığından sonra, önce intro olarak Black Sabbath klasiği “War Pigs” çalınmaya başladı. Tam da “bugün hep benim isteklerim çalınıyor” derken sahneye çıkmalarıyla birlikte ortalık savaş alanına döndü. Olympiakos - Panathinaikos basketbol maçlarının videolarını canlı canlı yaşıyor gibiydim. Her yerden ateşlenen meşaleler, havalarda uçuşan su şişeleri, moshpitler vs. derken, oradan oraya sürüklenirken “ben buraya nasıl geldim” diyordum en son. Yunanlılarla fanatiklik konusunda birbirimize çok benziyoruz sanırım :) Işıklar saçarak, uzay gemisi misali sahnenin tepesinden yavaş yavaş inen Judas Priest Cross’u da ile meşalelerinin dumanı ve kırmızısı ortama ayrı bir hava katıyordu. “You've Got Another Thing Comin”, “Painkiller”, “Electric Eye”, “Living After Midnight”, “Breaking the Law” gibi klasikleri peş peşe sıraladılar. Fakat manevi dedem Rob Halford’un sonlara doğru performansı bariz şekilde düştü (o 25 kiloluk metal işlemeli ceketi, o sıcakta ben giysem ikinci parçada sahnenin orta yerine düşer, kalırım herhalde) ama 71 yaşında turnede olan bir frontman a göre harika bir performanstı (Belki 71 yaşında bir kısmımız tuvaletin yolunu bile hatırlayamayacak) Sonunda dünya gözüyle Metal God görmenin mutluluğu ile son bir yorgunluk birası içip tekrar yola düştüm.

Festivali değerlendirmek gerekirse; The Dead Daisies tam anlamıyla kalbimi çaldı, Judas Priest ve sahnesi muhteşemdi, Cradle Of Filth fanları için güzel bir konser olmuştur ama maalesef ben 20 sene öncesindeki Cradle Of Filth’de kalmışım ve pek bana hitap eden bir grup değil halen malesef. Black Soul Horde pas geçilmemesi, şans verilmesi gereken bir grupmuş, onu görmüş oldum. Yunan seyircisine de bir iki kelam etmek gerekirse; Judas Priest’e kadar iş çıkışı takım elbiseyle rock bara gelmiş plaza çalışanı gibi dururken, Judas Priest’in sahneye çıkmasıyla resmen canavara dönüştüler (umarım meşaleler yüzünden birileri zarar görmemiştir) Konser düzenlendiği bölge gayet yeterliyken, sadece dışarıdaki geniş çim alanların yerini beton almıştı. Sanırım tek günlük olduğu için yiyecek seçeneği yoktu, sadece içecek standları bulunuyordu, onlar da makul fiyatlardaydı. Seneye düzenlenir ve “bu konsere katılmalıyım” diyebileceğim gruplar gelirse listemde yerini alacak bir festival olacak Release Athens.

[bunsofhoney]

Snake Oil

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By BunsOfHoney for @spideypoolpriestfest

It’s the roaring 20s, but in the small upstate New York hamlet of Middle Grove it sounds more like a snore. Peter Parker grew up in the Methodist church there, raised to follow his uncle and grandfather into the ministry. But religion, the idea of a great beyond, of an unknowable hand guiding his fate, doesn’t make as much sense as the scientific journals he’s been perusing. When Peter’s Uncle Ben died, the little town was left without a minister, and his Aunt May begged him to fill in. Preaching the word to a restless flock and trying to write for the local newspaper takes up too much of Peter’s time, and his friends have left for college while he’s stuck holding the church and his small family together.

Then a traveling snake-oil salesman rolls into town. This smooth-talking man with the scars covering his body seems to actually be helping people, somehow. Is it the sweet soda water he's hocking as medicine? Or is something deeper going on, something that defies both the religion Peter grew up in and the science he's adopted? Mr. Wilson’s sideways glances and joking innuendos are infuriating. And captivating. Peter needs to learn his secrets, but the journey to knowledge will take him down a dark path.

Words: ~40k, chapters: 10, Language: English

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con

Category: M/M

Fandom: Spider-Man - All Media Types

Relationship: Peter Parker/Wade Wilson

Characters: Peter Parker, Wade Wilson, Mary Jane Watson, May Parker, Blind Al (Deadpool)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Historical, Alternate Universe - 1920s, 1920s, Rape/Non-con Elements, Demonic Possession, Demon Sex, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Dubious Consent, Oral Sex, Masturbation, Mutual Masturbation, Wade Wilson Breaking the Fourth Wall, Flirting, Existential Angst, sacrilegious, Musical References, Religious Conflict, Alternate Universe - Religious

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[hoseokshobagi]

† Reborn in Sin ⸸ | Sneak peak | PJM

† Reborn in Sin ⸸ sneak peak

✞PAIRING: demon!jimin x fem!reader

✞ 【SUMMARY】: for years jimin was your constant and loyal companion in the church, a shining example of humility and compassion. but when he was tragically taken from the world before he could experience life, his heart was filled with anger and resentment. and so, in a moment of weakness, he struck a deal with the devil, trading his soul for a second chance at life. but when he returned, he was no longer your kind and devoted boy you once knew.

✞ 『GENRE』: dark ✟ supernatural ✟ fantasy ✟ angst ✟ smut

✞ RATING: 18+ / minors do not interact

✞ WORD COUNT: loading...

✞ [WARNINGS/TAGS] : dead dove, dark, death, manipulation, corruption (kink?), church & religion, blasphemy & desecration, [oral(m) - not with reader, headpusher jimin, face fucking, spit play], dirty talk, humiliation, degradation, dubcon, public fingering, exhibitionism, sexual "nightmares" & hallucinations, mind games, jimin is the worst & the BIGGEST warning!!!!, oral(f), cunt drunk jimin, unprotected sex, rough sex, orgasm denial, edging, overstimulation, unrealistic amount of cum lmao, cum play, betrayal, mind break

✞ NOTE: hi beautiful people!!! this story was written for the @btsfests writing fest. actually this is the first time i publish my writing and omg ahcbdjs i'm so nervous while writing this note. i always wrote for myself and my closest friends but thanks to bts fests and their never ending encouraging words i decided to show off my writing. this little part is the reason why i started writing this whole story and i hope you'll like it just as much as i enjoyed writing every word. :] this demon jimin is the most cunty & selfish character i've written so far so yall better prepare yourselves ajfnsjxnsjs

english is not my native language, but despite that i'll write and communicate in english. please if you see an error in my writing or grammar lmk!! <3

my dearest beta read: @liveyun 🐢♡

COMING SOON

❗this is the darkest fic i've ever written so please read all the warnings before reading❗

The delicate chimes of the church bell echoed softly through the cavernous rafters, casting an unsettling shadow over Jimin’s mind. Like ghostly whispers emanating from the very walls and pillars of the church, the sounds seemed to taunt him. Whispering to him that he no longer belonged in this sacred space.  

He couldn’t believe how he used to devour Father Seokjin’s every word, eagerly drinking up his sermons like it was the finest wine he ever tasted. In this very church, where he had spent countless hours sitting in the pews, Jimin felt like a stranger in the world he once called home.   

He looked to his left and gazed upon the sweet, delicate flower — the very reason why he was there. Innocence shining in your eyes, your eyelashes fluttered like the softest butterfly wings. Sitting next to him with hands clasped tightly together in your lap, you looked as pure as new snow, listening to the mass.  

Oh, how much he forced himself to resist the urge to reach out and ruin you right then and there. To feel the delicate petals of your innocence as they crumpled beneath his fingers. But he was going to do so slowly, savoring every moment of your fall from grace.   

So, he grit his teeth and forced himself to endure the priest’s words and the choir’s music, at least, for a while.   

Despite his best efforts, this place was as dull and lifeless as the stones that made up its walls. He spent half of his life trapped within these confines, he knew every creak of the floorboards, every flicker of light, every word and phrase of the Bible that was engraved in his mind, the product of countless wasted years.  

Jimin raised a hand to his face, tracing each perfect curve of his newly manicured nails, scrutinizing them from every angle. He raised an eyebrow in anticipation, marveling at Hoseok’s handiwork.  

He couldn’t wait to make another deal with the bastard later.  

You noticed his attention was drifting and Jimin’s reverie was broken by a gentle tap on his shoulder, causing his thoughts to come crashing down around him like a house of cards. He turned to see your confused eyes peering up at him, your delicate lips murmuring a soft “pray”.   

He couldn’t help but mentally roll his eyes. Oh, you were so annoying. He was going to make you pay for all the stress and frustration that he had to go through and endure because of you.   

Jimin lowered his head and with a deep breath, closed his eyes, pretending as if he was lost in prayer, his mind far from it. Wandering anywhere but there.  

As you finally turned back to offer your own prayers, he couldn’t resist and raised his eyes, glancing back at you.  

And he was so fucked.   

You were a sight to behold, more divine than the sacred paintings that adorned the walls of this church.  

As your eyes drifted shut, your lashes like feathers of a sleeping bird, delicately brushed the curves of your eyes. The soft radiance of the lights danced upon your face, creating a tender veil of shadows that caressed your skin.   

Your lips moved in silent devotion as you murmured in such sincerity, clutching the Holy Book tightly in your hands. And he swears, he could feel his dick twitch just at the sight.   

You were so breakable, so vulnerable and so fucking beautiful.   

Yeah, he was so fucked. So lost in you.   

Park’s burning desires had been building to a crescendo in the last few days, a boiling point that seemed to threaten to engulf him whole. He felt like his longing for you was an aching fire that was on the verge of exploding. The mere sight of you at the church was a powerful trigger to him, fanning the flames for this fire.   

And he thought it was ridiculous.   

He couldn’t believe how he couldn’t control himself, his body yearning for yours, needing to stain the purity of your grace, to spread his sin all around your soul. To corrupt the sacredness of who you were with the foulness of who he had become.  

He glanced around and took in the sights and sounds of the church, noticing that everyone was enraptured by the mass. Their focus was solely on the priest at the cathedral, their attention directed nowhere else.   

With a subtle smirk playing at the corners of his mouth, he slipped closer to you and your sweet scent filled his nostrils; making him feel intoxicated. He knew exactly what he had to do; a little play won’t hurt anyone.  

Jimin’s touch was like a gentle caress of a summer breeze, soft and tender, caressing your skin like the lightest of kisses. Your eyes flicked open, searching for the source of such unexpected warmth.   

And there he was, with his legs crossed, - his gaze fixed on you with such intensity that always made your cheeks warm for some reason – one arm resting comfortably on his elbow on the church pew, the other continuing to idly play with the soft fabric of your long skirt.   

You never wore anything revealing; preferring modesty over anything else, however this time, you felt utterly exposed as his eyes roamed over your form like that. Jimin always enjoyed this, stripping away your layers one by one, revealing the true you that lay beneath.  

Slowly he drew near, his aura spreading like a thick mist, wrapping around you. The scent of his cologne swirled around as his body pressed against yours, his knee gently nudging yours. His warm breath brushed against your cheeks, like the caress of a dead night.   

"What are you doing?"

"Nothing. Keep praying." You looked at his hand, still playing with your skirt, unsure of what to say. Jimin’s voice was calm and soft, yet, there was something about his dark eyes that made you feel uneasy. Like he was biding his time, planning his next move.   

It clearly made you uncomfortable, but you were too naive to say anything, too afraid to speak your mind, not to mention that you were sure Jimin would never do anything wrong, so you turned back again and closed your eyes to pray.   

But what you didn’t know was that you were already entangled by the snake’s coils; Jimin waited for the moment when you would break. He was so curious, so eager to see just how far you would go, how much you would endure before you finally stepped up and told him to stop.  

Would you wrench his hand away? Would you yell at him? Would you make a scene in the middle of the church? He knew you wouldn’t, knew you were just too gentle and too timid to disrespect your favorite little church.   

And so, he kept pushing, pushing your boundaries and invading your personal space, inch by inch, leaving a trail of gooseflesh in the wake of his touch.  

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, trying desperately to break free from his touch, but he only tightened his grip, making your heart race with a mixture of fear and uncertainty.  

"Jimin, can you please stop?" Oh, that was it. Your question was hardly above a whisper, as though afraid of you would be heard by those around you. The snake’s grip finally ensnared his delicate, little flower and he had no intention of stopping.  

„Keep it down. You wouldn’t wanna disturb the praying souls now, would you?”   

A devilish smirk played on his lips, eyes like black holes bearing down at you. His voice was like honey dripping from his lips; so soft and alluring. A stark contrast to the real meaning behind his words and actions. He continued to run his hand up your thigh, pushing your long skirt higher and higher until it was bunched around your waist.  

"Jimin, st—" His other hand slithered around from the back of your neck, forcefully covering your mouth, silencing any words that wanted to escape your lips. Whatever you tried to say it came out muffled by his hand, leaving you feeling panicked and completely helpless.   

You grasped at the material like a lifeline, desperate to pull it back down, but Jimin’s arm was like a steel barricade, preventing you from covering yourself. You felt trapped, your body burning with the shame of exposure. 

 "I said keep your mouth shut. We don’t want others to see you like this, do we?"

Your breath caught in your throat, unable to escape as the fear of being discovered and shamed in front of everyone took over. All you could do was fix your gaze on Jimin’s intense, brooding eyes, silently pleading for mercy with your own desperate ones. Ah, so pretty for him.  

As you gazed into the depths of his dark eyes, the windows to his no longer existing a soul, you revealed a darkness that engulfed you, and you knew there was no escape.  

You were at his mercy, and he had none. 

Jimin’s pupils dilated at the sight, your skin was soft and flawless, causing a shiver to run down his spine as he gently touched you. The delicate fabric of your white panties teased him, giving him just a glimpse of what was hidden underneath.   

With a playful twinkle in his eyes, he lazily played with the tiny, little, pink bow adorning the center of your panties. His actions were a clear taunt, a display of the control he had over you and your vulnerabilities.  

It was clear you wanted to push him away, to scold him, yell at him, but he knew the fear of causing a scene in church held you back. You tried to glance around nervously, hoping no one would notice what was happening.   

The world seemed to come to a standstill, the only thing that existed was the fast, thumping beat of your heart as Jimin’s hand slithered closer and closer to the place where it had no business being. You felt trapped, your body frozen, unable to break free as if you were held captive by a coiled serpent;  its grip tightening with each struggle. The sound of your unsteady breaths filled the air, the only thing grounding you in reality, that, and the heat from his touch, because this serpent was crafted from the finest satin. 

„Shh, baby, it’s okay. It’s okay, keep praying so God won’t mind, yeah?”   

His words made you paralyzed, like a spell, breaking you down. Words like those should never have left the lips of the kind and caring Jimin that you thought you knew. Your mind was reeling with shock and pain, struggling to make sense of how someone you had trusted completely could suddenly become a stranger. Jimin’s actions were like a knife to your heart, a stab that pierced through the trust you had placed in him.   

With the grace of a feather dancing on skin, Jimin traced his fingers over your clothed clit, making you tremble beneath his touch. A soft gasp escaped your lips, your eyes widening as you felt the weight of the moment sinking in.  

And he chuckled softly, a low rumble that only you could hear, taking your response as a cue, he increased the pressure. His skilled fingers now applied a firm yet tender touch, coaxing your body to new heights of pleasure, and your body tingled in response, betraying you by a throbbing ache that grew stronger with every touch.  

As the ripples of pleasure swirled within you, you tried to pull back, to resist the sin that was happening in the very place where you sought solace and salvation. The guilt gnawed at your soul, the snake’s venom that seeped into every crevice, tainting the flower’s beauty.   

And yet, Jimin reveled in your pain, basking in the darkness of your suffering as he watched the guilt consume you whole. The venom of your remorse was a feast for his senses; the holy wine, the sweetest elixir to be savored with every devious sip.  

"Look, what do we have in here." He pressed his thumb against the dark spot on your panties, causing you to shiver. For him, the sensations of your wetness seeping through the fabric was like an euphoric rush, the sweet nectar of his delicate flower, intoxicating and irresistible.  

Heat spread across your cheeks, horror and shame washing over you at his words, you shook your head, tried to move, tried to tell him to stop, but you found yourself lost in his eyes, searching for any sign of the person you once knew. But all you saw was darkness, a void that seemed to swallow you whole.  

"Deny it if you want, baby, but aren’t you a nasty girl? You’re fucking soaking."

And it was true. Your body felt like it was betraying you, and you were mortified. He ignited a fire within you that you couldn’t deny. A soft cry slipped from your lips, but you couldn’t bear to face him, knowing that you were powerless in his grasp.  

You were unable to believe what was happening. As someone who had always followed the Catholic faith and held its teachings in high regard, there you were, in this sacred place, allowing something so forbidden to take place.  

But as his fingers slipped under the fabric of your panties, your mind went blank. The back of Jimin’s hand clung to your sticky panties as his fingers found their way down to your folds, the feeling making him shiver. 

„Fuck— you’re so wet, can’t wait to feel you around me.”   

You squeezed your lips together under Jimin’s hand to keep from making any noise, your eyes squeezed shut, tears threatened to spill down your cheeks as his wet fingers continued to rub and spread your folds apart, smearing your sticky arousal all over your cunt.  

„Shh, this won’t make you a sinner baby, it’s okay. You won’t mind just one finger inside, yeah?” His middle finger probed at your entrance, teasing it, making it wetter still, as he slowly pushed in.  

„Y-yeah baby— just one finger?” He teased and removed his finger, making you clench around thin air, and Jimin swears, the feeling made him twitch inside his pants. Teasing you – or himself, it didn’t matter anymore – he plunged back in, tauntingly slow. 

Jimin’s eyes rolled to the back of his skull, his hard dick pressing firmly against his pants, yearning for release. To him this is how true Paradise felt like, the feeling of your silk walls wrapped around his digit.   

He was about to lose it. 

He bottomed his finger out inside you, knuckle deep, until his small 13 tattoo on his wrist met with your lower abdomen. 

But he craved more. Fuck, how much he wanted to slam you against the pew and spread your thighs wide open, stretching your pretty little pussy right out with his dick. And who could blame him with the way your cunt gripped on his one single digit like that, dripping wet and sinfully warm. 

But he couldn’t— not now. And it made him crazy. 

You sank into the pew, your body trembling as he started to move his finger, his other hand still covering your mouth to keep you quiet. Every part of you was on fire, your mind and body in a constant battle between desire and shame. You were supposed to stop him, to push him away, but all you could manage was tremble and it made your eyes water. 

It was a mixture of remorse and the burning desire pounding between your thighs; something you had never experienced before and something you knew you shouldn’t have felt at all in this holy place. And more likely you should’ve never clenched harder around Jimin’s finger when you heard the small shudder in each breath he took. 

"Ahh baby—" The faint, breathy little whimper shattered his voice. "fuck.. you’re so perfect… so f-fucking perfect." 

Your heart pounded in your chest, your breath shallow and ragged, mirroring the rhythm of his finger. With his warm breath tickling your ear, his whispered words were barely audible, but they still managed to send shivers down your spine.  

"Ooh, h-how I wish to see this perfect fucking pussy."   

Jimin couldn’t take his eyes off of you as he watched your face intently, committing every single feature and expression to his memory. The way your brows were furrowed in pleasure, the way you fought to keep your eyes open due to the sensitivity. 

He couldn’t help but admire the way your chest rose and fell with each ragged breath, the way you tried to stifle your moans under his hand, and the way your juices flowed from your aching cunt.  

You were a captivating sight, sinful and alluring, flesh heated and glistening with arousal, and he knew you couldn’t deny it even though you tried. Your trembling body and the slickness on his fingers were evidence of the truth.  

He slowly added a second finger, stretching you open further and moving faster, his fingers stroking your sensitive spot, sending waves of pleasure through you. With every stroke, you felt your body weakening, and your thoughts began to succumb to the corrupting pleasure.  

Despite your protests, your body responded eagerly, arching towards him in a desperate plea for more;  seeking more of the exquisite pleasure he was giving you.  

You never felt so conflicted in your entire life, your mind was a battlefield; torn between your beliefs and the undeniable pleasure that was now coursing through your veins. Every creak of the old wooden pews felt like a judgment, a cruel reminder that you were committing a sin that would send you to the depths of damnation.  

But when Jimin serendipitously grazed your swollen clit with his thumb, your mind went blank. You’d lost it.  

Your hips involuntarily jerked against his hand, unable to contain the overwhelming pleasure. You gritted your teeth, determined to keep your cries of ecstasy at bay, but it was a dead effort as you squirmed and moaned, muffled by his hand covering your mouth.  

"Fuck— Don’t moan like that, you’re getting too loud, keep quiet."  

But you couldn’t. It was as if your head was spinning, unable to focus on anything except the pleasure. The way he slid his fingers in and out of you, his thumb perfectly stimulating your clit, it was too much.  

Despite your efforts, you couldn’t contain the small moans that escaped your lips. The church was now just a blur in the background, the stained glass windows casting kaleidoscopic patterns on the floor.  

"Shit, baby, keep fucking quiet or do you want me to slip those fucking panties off and stuff them in your mouth, hm?" Jimin’s whispered words sent shivers down your spine, making you clasp around his fingers right back in. 

"Y-yeah, you want that baby? My nasty girl, s-so good... so fucking perfect." He moved his fingers faster, his thumb circling deliciously on your clit, building up the pace for your climax, your body crying out for release. And oh, how he reveled in it, savoring every moment, every sensation as his little flower finally opened its petals to him. 

"You’re so close, baby, f-fuck— just let go, let me take you there."  

As Jimin’s fingers brought you closer and closer to the brink, you couldn’t help but give in, feeling all the guilt and shame wash away in the face of the intense pleasure you were feeling.  

„Ooh, fuck— Y-yeah, baby, go on. Come all over my fucking fingers.” 

Just as you were about to reach the peak, a sudden thud broke through the lustful haze. Your tear-filled eyes fluttered open and you glanced up to the top of the church’s gallery, where you saw the organ player, Mr. Min sprawled on the ground at the bottom of the stairs, amidst a sea of fallen notes.  

In that moment, time seemed to stand still as your eyes met his, and you saw the shock and disbelief on his once serene face.  

Your heart plummeted like a falling star, sinking into the depths of your stomach as you realized what you must look like to Mr. Min. Your cheeks burned with the heat of a thousand suns as you met his gaze, his face a canvas of flushed embarrassment, crushing you with shame and guilt. 

For in the eyes of Mr. Min, you were no other, but a sinner caught in the act of sin in the house of the divine. And as the notes of the holy music lay scattered at his feet, you couldn’t help but wonder if they were a reflection of your shattered innocence.  

Mr. Min quickly ascended the stairs to the organ, his emotions were in disarray, a tumultuous blend of arousal and embarrassment. With each step, he tried to push away the image of what he had just seen, but it lingered like a haunting melody in his mind.  

His cheeks burned with shame, but he couldn’t help stealing a glance at you before he reached the top of the stairs, his feline eyes burning you whole.  

Exposed and vulnerable, you were unable to look at the organ player in the eyes anymore. You closed your eyes tight in an attempt to block out the intensity of his gaze. But even with your eyes shut, you could feel his feline eyes looking down at you.  

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head at the image, Jimin’s skillful fingers never faltered to move inside you, your body feeling like it was exploding. A soft whimper escaped your lips, which got silenced by his firm grasp.  

With each second you felt yourself surrendering to the overwhelming ecstasy.  

As you teetered on the edge, ready to fall into the abyss of pleasure, you were suddenly jolted back to reality, finding yourself next to Jimin who was kneeling humbly on the wooden pew of the church, praying.   

With eyes wide open, heated cheeks and heavy breathing you gazed at your own clasped hands on the pew.  

Was this all in your head? How could you have let your mind wander to sinful desires in the sacred walls of the church?   

Jimin’s innocent devotion to his God only amplified your own guilt, making you feel like a fallen angel in the presence of his pure soul.  

Jimin couldn’t help but smirk, he bit the inside of his cheek, but it didn’t help hiding it. He moved his clasped hands toward his mouth to hide the devilish smirk that appeared on his lips. 

For he knew the power he held over you, the power to seduce and corrupt your very being. And with each passing day he was one step closer to claiming your body and soul for his own. 

And as you sat there, lost in a whirlwind of emotions, Jimin continued to pray, his facade of innocence masking the devilish intentions that lurked within. 

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Questions

CW: gore & blood It all will end where it began - at Snake Meadow Hill Church Love letter for @zzoupz John loves you AU

Don't be afraid, preacher. I hear His voice loud and clear now. He's welcoming you. And so do I. It's our last opportunity to talk before my Ascension. So ask, don't make Him wait

What you want to ask about?

John You don't recognise my face, Miller? I'm John Thomas Ward, a servant of His, just like you. I condemned myself to God since young age and, under guidance of father Garcia, learned true ways of preaching and serving His will. I was priest of false church before you, cowards, threw me away from God's home. But I hold no anger.

Snake Meadow Hill Church Too predictable, isn't it? Sentimental even. I was thinking the same when we moved here. Still, this place more fitting than anything: it's cradle of my own faith.

What you want to ask about?

Horned twins Ah, will-o-wisps. You're not the first whom they brought here. My apologize if they caused you any trouble. I couldn't deny them their fun.

"Him" I see. You forgot for whom you've been praying to. Don't be ashamed: you're not the first or last one to went astray. Recall: Him is above, the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit. If only you weren't so afraid, you would hear His voice though mine.

What you want to ask about?

Lisa Pearson Made not for caring His will on her shoulders, but for guide us towards it. A sinless lamb, iconographer, send to us long ago even before I knew my destiny. She was closer to absolute pureness that anyone of us could get. She was the one whom Initiation you interrupted, but it doesn't metter now. Everything went according to plan. She's with Him now, speaking with us from above.

The Ascension The Ascension isn't some bloody mess as you describe in church guidelines. It's delicate, precise process of hard work. And in the end - He grands His blessing. Firstly, one must clean themselves from any sin. For each sin there's way of redemption. Not just penance: for pride, lust and warth - mortification of flesh, for greed - poverty of monkhood, for envy - condemnation to another, for gluttony - everlasting fest, for sloth - work. Cleaning can take years… But you will know when you're ready.

Then comes the Ascension. No need to describe - you about to witness it. Participate, even.

Oh, how nice of you were to visit us today.

[gentlebeardsbarngrill]

05/16/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; Cast & Crew Sightings: David Jenkins; Rhys Darby; Taika Waititi; Leslie Jones; Con O'Neill; Trends; National Forest Service; Watch Party Reminders; Fan Spotlights; Love Notes; Daily Darby/Tonight's Taika

== David Jenkins ==

As you probably heard, Chaos Dad was really out and about today. He did some polite menacing (regarding Zaslav) Src: Djenkins Twitter

And checked in and sent some love for this artwork of him on Ed's Arm. MerJenks! Great work Lucia! (@ citrussyndicate)

Source: David Jenkin's Twitter

= Rhys Darby =

Rhys and Rosie several days back at the Bag Pipers Ball <3

Source: Heidi Miller's Instagram

== Taika Waititi ==

Taika out and about with some colleagues at Chateau Marmont!

Source: NevakRogers Instagram

Taika and Rita attending Netflix is a Joke Fest

Source: RitaOraHun Instagram

== Leslie Jones ==

Leslie Fucking Jones out on The View!

Source: Leslie Jones Instagram

= Con O'Neill =

Quick sighting of Con!

Source: Nick Hayes Instagram

== National Forest Service ==

Many of you probably remember this post from the National Park Service a while back regarding moonglow, well, our friends at the NPS are back at it again with the Rosie Maple Moth! Which one of you is the sneaky NPS social person, hm? Thank you @ adotzimm!

Source: @ adotzimm's Instagram

== Trends ==

Thank you @ NeverLeftPod for catching these trends!

Source: Never Left Podcast on Twitter

== Watch Party Reminders ==

Series Finale of Wrecked today over on the RDF Server.

Wrecked S3 WP May 13-May 17 - 3:30pm PT / 6:30pm ET / 11:30pm BST! If you need access feel free to dm me here at @gentlebeardsbarngrill or @aspirantabby42 on twitter.

= OFMD Season 1 Watch Party =

Next week May 20-26, RDF will be starting up a rewatch of OFMD season 1 with two episodes a day. Time: 3:30pm PT / 6:30pm ET / 11:30pm BST! If you need access feel free to dm me here at @gentlebeardsbarngrill or @aspirantabby42 on twitter.

== Fan Spotlight ==

= Cast Cards =

Today's cast card is Geoff Dolan, otherwise known as the priest to whom Ed said "I'm the fucking devil". Thanks @melvisik!

Source: @Melvisik's Twitter

= OFMD Colouring Pages =

Thank you @patchworkpiratebear for these new pages! I am going to be sketching.... quite a few things in there.

== MerMay ==

== SpencerDoesArt ==

Our crewmate @ spencerdoesartt on Instagram was kind enough to let me share some of their MerMay Posts-- they've got some pretty cool stuff over there for MerMay, feel free to check the out!

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= Snejpowa =

This one really struck me today @snejpowa, it's really gorgeous.

Source: SnejPowa's Tumblr

== Love Notes ==

I really wish I had words today Crew. I feel a lot of the tension going on as I'm sure you do too. Things are tough right now, but even within close knit groups we run into struggles sometimes, it gives us a chance to grow.

I hope we all can take the time to regroup and do what we need to for ourselves to feel safe again, and maybe one day everyone will feel more comfortable again, or maybe not. Whatever happens, do what you need to do crew, take care of yourself. If you need to chat let me know. Somewhat related today is @ thelatestkate's new picture with the cute baby otter. Hope you have a good start to the weekend Crew. Sending love.

Source: TheLatestKat's Tumblr

== Daily Darby / Tonight's Taika ==

Gifs Courtesy of @agaywithcoffee and @aplaceofgreatersafety

[useless-catalanfacts]

One of the figures in Catalan traditional festivities like festes majors are these big-headed characters. They are called different names depending on the area: cabeçuts, capgrossos, cabuts, cabets, caparrots, nanos or nanets. All these words derive from the concepts of "big head" or "short person", since that's their most iconic characteristic.

They're hollow paper-mache figures where the dancer puts their head in, and sees through the figure's mouth. They dance usually cheerful songs and greet the people who are watching, particularly children.

The figures can represent stereotypical people from the town (a school child, a rich man, a priest, a farmer, a heiress, etc), local historical or legendary people (nobles, pirates, etc), or just silly people. In some places, if someone from the town/city becomes famous or does something very good for the town, people can choose to make a capgròs that represents them.

If I'm not mistaken, this figures also exist in Basque culture, where they are called buruhandiak or kilikiliak (am I right, @beautiful-basque-country?)

Video by Agrupació de Balls Populars de Sitges taken in the national meet-up of cabeçuts from around Catalonia.

[idololivine]

a friend and I have been putting together info about Klein politics and I bring to the public some musings about how damn underdeveloped the church is

in Idol Fest Aster says he talked to the "church's top old geezer", who himself seems to report to the king. given the Catholic coding of the religion as a whole, I'm assuming this top old geezer is the fantasy pope until we are told otherwise.

Olivine carries a holy book that he also fights with. this is likely a Bible equivalent, but as far as I remember he's never quoted anything from it, and if I've learned anything in six years of christian boarding school, priests fucking love quoting verses. might just be the writers not wanting to write fake verses tbh.

is the God of Klein the state religion, is it 'just' a majority religion with a significant influence on the government, or does the church have minimal influence on the state? of the cast, Olivine seems to be the only religious one. this makes sense for the yokai, Blade, Dante, and Rei, but the fact that (as far as I know) Edmond doesn't seem to be devout implies that being religious isn't socially expected of nobles. that's arguably in line with the amount of posturing non-Edmond nobles put up when it comes to church donations. it seems to be a case of performative philanthropy more than it is indicative of mandated or expected religiosity.

however, the Sorcerer's Trials is a joint institute founded by both the church and the royal family. there's also the fact that clergy members have exclusive access to express deliveries via the National Messenger Service. assuming from the name that the NMS is a public service, this means the church has some degree of special privilege and power granted by the state.

also what the fuck, the Sorcerer's Trials trains the country's best sorcerers as well as priests? Yakumo and Eiden prove that you don't need to be religious yourself to attend the school, and Eiden could make a case for also not needing to be religious to teach at the school. (their recruitment may have been unusual, but given that Olivine doesn't find their attendance suspicious until they mention the letters, it implies religiosity is not a requirement.) it's apparently primarily a magic school, so why make it double as a seminary? does every priest attend the ST? does the church have other seminaries and this one is one where magically talented would-be priests can get a dual degree? are non-religious sorcery students required to attend Sunday service like atheist students at a Christian boarding school (speaking from experience)? are they required to study theology? why is the royal family's top secret magic school a seminary??

in chapter 14.2 (spoilers ahoy!)

Kolt wants to curry favor with the church by removing a clan member's gem. why would the church want this information? if we assume Huey disappeared exactly 20 years ago, then Olivine would be 5 when Huey disappears. Kolt reformed the council "a few years" after Huey disappeared; if we take that to mean a minimum of 2 years, this means Olivine is, at minimum, 7 when Garu's gem is cut out. which is... old enough for the church to decide that he isn't perfectly controllable enough for them and they'd like to have the power of the gemstone without having to deal with the attached clan member.