#priest moon

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

reader: i hope the deity appreciates my gift, even if all i can offer is my love and care- the deity in question, disguised as a priest who might be developing maybe just a lil tiny crush: UR GOOD DON'T EVEN WORRY ABT IT I BET THEY'LL LOVE IT- REALLY LIKE IT I MEAN THEY'LL REALLY LIKE IT,

[ghouljams]

I can't get priest!Soap out of my mind. 😮‍💨 This charming fella running a catholic church in a small town meeting Nun when she volunteers for the church clean up and Soap feels the absolute need for a few hail Marys when she tries to take a break from the heat in a backroom by lifting up the skirt to get a little airflow.

The Priest meets a nun at a bar, or more specifically at a prayer bar.

You kneel with your head bowed, eyes closed and lips pressed to your clasped hands, a rosary dangling from your fingers. The light that streams in through the stained glass casts devoted shadows over your face, and Soap has never seen a vision like you. You tip your head up your eyes lifting to the very glass that shines its rainbow on you, and he wants nothing more than to ruin you. Some demon must take hold of him, because he is filled with unholy visions of white painting your plush lips and staining those pretty cheeks. Would you flinch as the first drops hit your skin, flutter those sweeping lashes for him? Would you let him drag his thumb over the mess and feed it to you?

The priest crosses himself, and turns his gaze from you. Wretched thing, vision of temptation. You must be some foul seductress sent from God to tempt him. He goes to tend confession, eager to hide the growing hardness between his legs, and you're gone when he returns. Good.

One of the liturgists introduces you the next morning, just here to aid with the school while the usual teacher is on maternity. You extend your hand and he takes it, enjoys the feeling of your skin under his fingers for a moment longer than he's allowed. You tug your hand from his grip and squeeze your fingers into a fist by your side. Something burns in his chest when you won't meet his eyes after, he wants to tell you to look at him, to grab your face and force you to see the heat in his gaze. Instead he tells you:

"It's a pleasure to have you sister, ahm sure the town'll love ya."

And they do. The town is small, barely enough to fill the parish, but the people are good, genuine, godly. They welcome you with open arms, open hearts. You smile at them with all the warmth of the sun, kind in your deeds, gentle with your words to the little ones, polite. Soap is the only one who sees you scowl when the younger men in town make comments about your profession, when they ask you less godly questions. He watches you pray, watches you take your meals in blissful solitude, watches and waits.

"Bless me father, for I have sinned," You recite, devout in everything you do, from the other side of confessional. Anonymity is lost on you, Soap would pick your voice from a thousand, a million, there's nothing you could say he wouldn't hear. You haunt his every waking moment, and his unconscious ones you torment. You are sin on two legs, a beacon of his unholy thoughts. The devil could devour you and find his fill, because you must have been created to sate no one's appetite but his. "My last confession was," you pause, Soap can imagine the sweep of your lashes against your cheeks as you think, can see the dimple of your cheek as you bite it, if he can't know your body he'll know your soul(wicked though it might be), "my last confession was three weeks ago."

Before you came to his church then. Naughty thing. He can think of quite a few ways you could take your penitence. None of which would save your soul, and all of which would doom his own.

"I'm unsure where to begin father," you confess.

"Begin where ever you're comfortable," Soap tells you, though he aches to hear the worst you've done. What mortal sins might you have committed? Did you think of him in the late hours of the night like he did you? Did you ignore the ache between your legs, a good little nun to the core, or would you confess to being the wicked thing he knew you to be?

"I-" hesitance, Soap's fingers curl against his pant leg, again he finds himself wanting to command you (say it, he wants to grab you and shake), "I am ungrateful for my assignment, and too impatient to find joy in it." Soap's breathing stops, but your words continue. "I miss my home, and I find myself- I dislike some of the men in town, I find myself worrying over what they might do, suspecting the worst in them."

"We are all sinners," Soap says, though he's sure you must hear how he struggles for air. Not a wicked thing then, it's not your wickedness shining through, it's purity, piety, all the shining faith you hold in your heart that he wants to drag through the mud. "When did ye join the faith sister?" He asks. You're young, did you have a life before this? Were you-

"This is meant to be anonymous father," you chastise, and Soap presses his hand hard against the stiffness your tone inspires.

"My apologies." Visions filling his head. On your back with your legs spread, your fingers twisting against your lips as you try to hold back your moans. Tears budding in your eyes as his cock fills you, innocent for all the thorns you hide. Afraid of the men in town yet trusting him, the same sort of man that you confess your hatred for. Would you hold your mouth open so he could lick the penance off your tongue? When you take communion will he be able to hide his hard cock under his robes? "Continue."

You take your "Hail Mary" to go. Soap wastes his spend on his fingers. He knows now why masturbation is a sin, every inch of him, every drop of him, belongs inside of you. It's his divine right.

Soap reasons it must be the summer heat getting to him, driving him mad, driving him to sin. It must be. He's never experienced a heat like this before, a summer as aching and terrible. You take notice, ask him: "are you well father?" As if it isn't your doing.

He walks in on you airing your skirt. Your habit held up off your neck with one hand while the other sways the long fabric of your dress to circulate the air. Just a glimpse of your legs makes him want to drop to his knees. The length of your neck as your head tips with a sigh, the sheen of sweat that glows over your skin, makes his mouth water. The devil tempted Jesus with all manner of the flesh, but for Soap it seems only one is needed. Just one nun and a flash of skin before the door had closed and you'd hastily covered yourself.

The Lord have mercy on his soul, he cannot manage six months of this.

[utilitycaster]

Anyway returning to Lore Stuff but: feels really likely The Crush was due to Ludinus's attempt to contact Ruidus in the late 500s, which is what led to the fall of Molaesmyr. I wonder if he even realized until centuries later, since I don't think he was able to communicate with Ruidus until he started working with Ruidusborn which feels comparatively recent. Imagine unwittingly setting into motion a natural disaster that permitted the final stages of complete imperial takeover on an entirely different celestial body and then finding out 200-odd years later that this is extremely beneficial to your lifelong dreams.

[exiledsummer]

average harvest moon experience

[demens-mads-sevens]

"An odd phenomenon. Whenever held like this, the heat within your mimetic muscles increases..." "JUST LET GO OF ME!" Faust and Outis in Warhammer 40k

[r-aindr0p]

Are there any fae-like creatures in french myths?

I know about the story of a giant black wolf that terrorized France back in the day, but that’s all I can remember.

Legends and stories including wolves are in fact really widespread in european culture since middle age ! But yeah the most well known in France is the Beast of Gévaudan which was described as massive ! (and the one from Le petit chaperon rouge/Little red riding hood)

Concerning other creatures and fairies/faes in french legends and stories, we do have

Mélusine : fairies mentioned a bit everywhere in France, they are mostly described as women with a scaly tail lower body and are sometimes associated with mermaids or vouivres. (far from how they look like in genshin impact)

Vouivre : not to be mistaken with wyverns, vouivres are creatures described as snakes with bat wings, sometimes they are depicted having rear legs and wings (and they look very goofy like that imo). These creatures can be aquatic and in some descriptions, possess a big jewel on their forehead.

Tarasque : a creature from provencal legends, which lived in a swamp near Tarascon and terrorized and ate people. It's most popular description was of a big creature with a spiked turtle shell, six bear legs, horse ears, bull chest, lion head, a human face and a twisted tail. Legend says Ste. Marthe tamed the beast. (I swear they were just being attacked by bowser this is the same creature)

These are the one I depicted roughly in the pic above but there are many more creatures depending on the different regions of France ! (There's a lot of fairies and fantasy like creature in stories from bretagne/brittany) Some others that I find either fun or cool are :

Meneurs de loup : which translates to wolf leaders are people told to be able to talk to wolves and even transform into one, either because they are werewolves or they made a pact with the devil. (it's kinda giving spice and wolf vibes and I love that story sm)

Jambe crue/Came-cruse : Roaming in the Pyrénées at night, this thing is a single leg with an eye on the knee that eats people and runs very fast. (Idk why this one is so funny to me but oddly terrifying as well)

[no-where-new-hero]

I need to figure out just for my own satisfaction why the majority response to Dean Priest of the Emily trilogy is so negative, while the majority response to Tom Lynn of Fire and Hemlock is just kind of…neutral? Like I’ve seen people acknowledge that Polly/Tom is a little bit weird and the age gap is a problem, but it doesn’t translate to violent hatred of Tom as a character. And I’m trying to figure out if the difference lies in the way that their respective authors write them, write the relationship, or if the difference lies in the reader base. Honestly, though, I wonder if it comes down to the fact that Polly knows and acknowledges that she wants to be in love with Tom, while Emily rejects Dean’s romantic love and only wants his friendship. AKA, in one pairing we get the possibility of an equal happily ever after, and in the other pairing, it’s predicated on inequality with no chance of being anything else. Maybe that’s the key that I need—the way that Polly vs. Emily negotiate their way in, out, and through the relationship. Because otherwise, Tom and Dean really act quite similarly—they befriend the young Polly/Emily, give them books to read, kind of hang around and illuminate the world for them—and they do it for their own benefit. It’s true that Tom isn’t angling after Polly to marry her the way Dean seems to be, but at the end of the day, *Fleabag voice* it is a love story. I feel like it’s just kind of splitting hairs because Tom still gets Polly to rely on him the way Emily does to Dean. So it seems to me that the difference lies not so much in Tom vs Dean as Polly vs Emily.

Anyway, I’m curious if any other LMM and DWJ fans have thoughts about this difference in reception.

[emilyclimbs]

(@bellasbookclub’s Emily posts pushed this thought into my brain)

[batrachised]

passages from the "The House that Belongs to me": The Appropriation of Patriarchal Space in L.M. Montgomery's Emily Trilogy that I found interesting

[hecha-art]

it's the forbidden romance that makes it so delicious for me

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

I think I might have forgotten to share this but um. Deities/priests au designs for their ‘mortal’ disguises and Reader in their temple member outfit (+ what I think I’m gonna make their lost deity traits, aka a halo, a set of small feathered wings on the sides of their head that r most justly for expressiveness, and wings that look like stained glass!)

[ghouljams]

EXCUSE ME. PRIEST SOAP? ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL US? That man couldn't be a priest, half the parishioners would be on their knees for a completely different ungodly reason. ✨️

I am... so in love with heretical priests and *this close* to making that man a cult leader masquerading as a catholic. Which really just makes it all the more tantalizing don't you thing? A good little nun comes to town not suspecting a thing, and the priest is so kind, such a pious man...

Who blames her for what he wants to do to her, for the wicked fascination he has with her body. It's not his fault that seeing you kneel in prayer makes him want to see you worshipping other things on your knees. It's not his fault that seeing you hold babies and wipe children's faces makes his cock ache. It's you. You and the devil that conjured you up to tempt him to sin. But how's he supposed to hold up to that? He's only a man after all. If he presses against you in the back of the church, if he plies you with communion wine, if his eyes linger on your tongue as he presses wafer against it, that's not him it's the devil working through him the same as it does any man.

Really if you want penance for your sins you should let him bend you over his lap. Maybe it will help him work out some of his frustrations to spank your poor bottom until it's red. Who needs self-flagellation when you're so willing to help out the priest. "Anything around the church" includes the rectory, doesn't it...

[urbanqhoul]

Cult of eclipse au purrhapssss....???

[little-red-fool]

Ok since I don’t have to worry about spoilers anymore here are some old doodles of Father Isaiah as well as a loredump. I usually draw him with his hood up because his hair colour and ears (as well as other things) were a large plot point and spoiler—blood red hair is the main symptom of being Blood Stained, which is essentially a werewolf on steroids (they’re generally between 8-9 feet tall in their canid form and very powerful and agile) and is a blessing/curse (depending on how you view it, it’s generally considered a curse but a blessing by those who receive it) given to someone by the moon numen.

Isaiah has other features that show that he’s Blood Stained—he’s used his canid form a lot so some of its aspects bleed into his human form, such as his elongated ears and fangs, a small tail, and his right arm and leg having a more bestial appearance.

[wavetomuse]

Claire <3

[maevionart]

guarded