#soutane

[dilf-in-peril]

False prophet.

[sergeantjessi]

Ich bin vollkommen normal über WSMDS S7E1 Klaas Pt. 1

[pawbeanies]

mm, thinking about having you on display during a church service. standing at my podium and talking about resisting temptation. to help me with a presentation, i call you over. you're so cute in your royal priest outfit, wanting to match the atmosphere of the occasion and i can't help but make sure to tell you as much. i mean, the way that your face burns whenever i compliment you is just too adorable. i pull you to a seat i set out at center stage, where everybody can see. i sit down and pull you into my lap, telling you to just follow my lead and to not worry about anything. of course, you're confused on how my actions correlate to my sermon, but i insist that you simply sit back and look pretty, just let me do all the thinking. i then address our audience in the pew, using you as an example of the ways our earthly pleasures can cause us to lose focus and stray from the path of light. i undo the buttons on your soutane, watching as it falls to the floor. next is your alb, and as i remove it, your underclothes are revealed and, subsequently, removed as well revealing you to everybody. there's gasps from the audience, but not a word of protest, all of them entranced by you. they're all looking at you, your highness. adoring you. /wanting you/. i kiss your newly exposed neck, licking up the side and to your cheek, seeing the way you get so embarrassed. when you voice such feelings, i shush you and remind you that you want to be a good boy, dont you? then let yourself be embarrassed for me, okay? that's such a good puppy. i run my hands all over your body, describing all the ways you tempt me, fill me with unholy feelings such as lust. i spread your legs to show off how affected you are by being used as a presentation, as eye candy, being so well behaved as i show you off and dangle you just out of reach from those in the crowd who are struggling to control themselves at the sight of you. wouldn't you love that? i know i would <3

- 🌹

whining whininggg WHININGG this one is just cruel. this one is so cruel and so.!!! so!!! ugh.!!! burying my self in the blankets and hugging pillows while reading and writing a reply. this one is so good. curse you and your daydreams. you. hgh. whg. filling out the pawbeanies kink bingo i see.......

crumbling at this concept so much imm. ugh.

how inappropriate i think. it should be something so proper and chaste, shouldn't it?? i don't usually pay attention during sermons or services anyway (though i'd probably focus on it if it was you. the sound of your voice and all that), but. going along with whatever you have planned, not really knowing where you're going with this because? why would i ever expect something so sinful?

maybe i don't realize where it's going until it's too late. squirming in your lap and blinking as your words sink in, cheeks flushing when you address the audience- like hmph, am i a distraction to you?? is that a proper way to refer to your prince?? but also gh. can't squirm and be a brat when you're unbuttoning the clothes you probably helped me put on that morning... not when people are watching. not when you have me helpless like this.

it's so much i think. the. being undressed in front of an audience??? occasionally turning to hide my face in your chest, when it's too much. whining because you can't talk about how much you desire me and touch me in front of. so many people. so cruel, to show me off like that. it should be embarrassing, humiliating to be shown off like a piece of eye candy, like a doll for a bunch of others to ogle... like oh. this is a new side of me they'd most likely never dream of seeing. but also it's so. thrilling. but also hmph.

maybe ... perhaps. i don't want you to have all the fun. if you think i'm such a distraction, maybe i should try and make you stray from the path of light even more? playing up how loud i'm whining, grinding down into your lap as you show me off, my fingers curling into your vestments as i try to tug them off. looking up at you so, so sweetly as i try to tempt you to give into the urges i know you keep locked away. maybe even being so bold and trying to pull you into a kiss. wouldn't that be nice? to ruin me on the altar in front of a rapt audience? punish me for being such a tempting little thing? maybe make me beg for forgiveness of my sins...

or somethi ng liek that.... much to. ponder and all... mhm... mhm...

(but also. hehe thank youou.. thank you thank you for these. always. im habing fun)

[procrastinating-falcon]

Father Gabriel: [hating someone isn’t necessarily a sin,] thoughts are just thoughts. It’s our actions that matter in the end.

Me: well that doesn’t sound very Catholic *realizes he’s Protestant*.

[angelitam]

Partageons mon rendez-vous lectures #27-2023 & critique

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[hinkepink]

Since a lot of us seemed to be quite curious about Falk's costume and the funky bib thingy in Sinners of the Seven Seas, I went down a rabbit hole to find out what it actually is! Come with me on this journey!

(Disclaimer: I will reference my learnings quite generalized, so I would urge you to do more research if you want to get into the nitty gritty! You could also shoot me a message if you want some more specific info or pointers or want to do a learn with me! Also feel free to correct me please!) I don't know a lot about vestments (ger.: liturgische Gewänder) yet, so it's time to find out the names first so I can do research more easily! His long, black dress is called a cassock or soutane (ger.: Soutane) and is mainly worn by catholic clergy, though some orthodox and some protestant churches wear this vestment too. His sash that he wears around his waist is called a cincture (ger.: Zingulum) and it's mainly worn by catholic clergy. It's also not the same thing as his funky shawl he wears in stage costume, that is called a stole (ger.: Stola). And now finally his bib! I'm frantically searching through the references of different Wikipedia pages by now until I find a PDF about costume research by Martha Bringemeier, 1974 and...

...it's called bands (ger.: Beffchen) and it's mainly worn by protestants today, but until somewhere in the 19th century it was also worn by catholics. Depending on the denomination of the protestants, the bands are sewn together (german reformists), split open and angled by 30° (lutherans and swiss reformists) or partly split (united churches). Since the information I found on bands was mainly focused on protestant ways to wear them (all white as opposed to black and white), the pictures I found of catholic black-and-white bands were all split in the middle, Falk's bands had weirdly angled edges and rounded corners AND since I had a bad fever, I asked my friends dad for help. He is a pastor and very interested in christian history, but he too was quite confused, so here came the last resort: Find out who made this costume!

Aha!! Now that was easy. Kostüm Keiser? Time to google! Huh, well, seems they made a typo, I can only find Kostüm Kaiser from Switzerland - but their video production partner "VDPICTURES" is from Switzerland too, so that must be it! I sent them a mail with pictures attached, asked if it was their costume, if they had infos on the bands and since they have their own research library I also asked them if they can recommend a good book on vestments! And right the next day I was blessed with information by the very kind people behind Kostüm Kaiser: It's a pastor/priest vestment from their fund and the cassock as well as the cincture are catholic and are still worn like this today! The bands are catholic as well and (to their knowledge) were mainly worn like this in france in the 18th and 19th century. In french it's called "rabat".

They couldn't tell me why Falk's bands were so non-rectangular, they said it could be an older production from their costume rental, but that there are engravings of french priests that show different shapes. (They didn't provide pictures, but the bands of french roman-catholics seem to vary a lot in general in these times) On a side note, they recommended me a really old book from their library, «Abbildungen aller geistlichen und weltlichen Orden» by Christian Friedrich Schwan from the late 18th century and I actually found it completely digitized! Click for old book It's in german, but feel free to shoot me a message/ an ask if you want some parts translated to learn more! (I can't translate the whole book, but if a costume is interesting to you, I can try to summarize the information on it for you!) Alright, thank you for coming on this little journey with me and big thanks to Kostüm Kaiser for the help!

[shsenhaji]

Les Misérables - 1.1.5: Que Monseigneur Bienvenu Faisait Durer Trop Longtemps Ses Soutanes

Much shorter chapter today than yesterday, but I'm not complaining. I rather enjoyed re-learning about Myriel's daily life, as well as all of his tasks and priorities. The tone is rather light and humorous, which works really well especially with what's still to come.

My main thought is that I'd forgotten the English translation of the chapter title, and I couldn't easily look up the word through my audiobook, so I was a bit confused at what a "soutanes" was in the first place... (I must add that I grew up as someone who figured out meaning usually through context clues, rather than hunting down the definition for specific words...)

I found it quite hilarious when I got my Les Mis Letters email and realized that a soutane was a cassock! I do think I like the French title better rather than this translation; the French title, as well as the text, has more of a sardonic and humorous vibe to it that the English doesn't quite have, at least to my mind.

Other parts I liked: The garden metaphor ("L’esprit est un jardin"), which I think sounds better in French. I don't think mind is a great translation of esprit in this case, but I'm not sure how I would translate it myself, so... As well, the fact that his household rejoices in having visitors so they can serve the good food, and that the town seems to be aware of that - I found that part very hilarious, albeit bittersweet.

I absolutely loved the note Myriel scribbled in the book and which our friend Victor Hugo so kindly transcribed for us. The last line especially hit me right in the feels: "mais Salomon vous nomme Miséricorde, et c’est le plus beau de tous vos noms." ("but Solomon calls you Compassion, and that is the most beautiful of all your names."

Finally, the last part of the chapter very much cracked me up. "Ici il est nécessaire que nous donnions une idée exacte du logis de M. l’évêque de Digne." Victor Hugo all but shouting that meme about this being a surprise tool that will help us later... I really do love how even Victor Hugo's tangents or random asides actually do matter to the text and the themes, and this case is a great example.

The foreshadowing is even more fun this time around, since I know exactly what will happen and why the reader having an exact idea of the dwelling of the Bishop of Digne is so important...

[croquissartoriaux]

Well my friend, at least you're not hiding your ambitions!

#croquissartoriaux #eveque #pretres #meschaussettesrouges #gammarelli #soutane #bible #missel #funny #ambition #business

[86maylin]

– by @pointdotiozao

and always, there is hunger I will admit that I do not know if I should hold you or eat you.

– Derold Ernest Sligh, Occupation

"Do you really think I wouldn't prepare before coming to the infamous blood church?" She locks his arms behind his back, pinning his upper body against the wall while she binds them with a reinforced metal chain. "Then you are badly mistaken, father."

Upon flipping him over, she sees his eyes burning bright red in anger and she smirks. 

"You're like a fish on the cutting board, so helpless and cute. I wonder, why did you choose to attack me? I've heard you usually have volunteers, no?"

She is right, this is not how I usually operate. But her scent…it riles up my primal urge. It's like I need her, need to taste her-

Her hand yanking his hair interrupts his thought, forcing him to expose his neck as her other hand rips open the collar of his soutane. 

"Not cooperative, I see. That's ok…two can play this ‘game’ of yours."

He hisses at the sudden pain as her teeth sinks into his neck. What is she doing!? She can’t be serious. 

He almost finds this role reversal amusing, but being in this vulnerable position makes the predator side of him furious, even as there’s a burning lust igniting in the pit of his stomach. 

She lets go of his neck after what feels like eternity, despite him knowing it’s only been seconds. The prickly sensation of her tongue dragging over the bite mark gives him goosebumps. He finds the feeling oddly pleasant. Why do I want to submit to her? 

Just when he thought she’s finally releasing him, she bites down again, and again, and again. With each bite, the urge to submit grows stronger, until he’s moaning and whimpering at her every touch. 

“Please…”

She crushes her lips with his, swallowing any further words. 

“No, I don’t think I want you to talk anymore.”

He doesn’t think he minds that, at all.

[sergeantjessi]

Ich weiß, der Exorquizt ist eine Woche alt, aber ich glaube, so schlimm ist mir die Gif-Hand noch nie ausgerutscht.

NA JA EGAL

[ramblingoak]

Colored and finished my angry vampiric first mate Copia art!

Went with a red shirt as a nod to his Cardinal look, the blue sash a nod to his blue ascot and the sparkle jacket. As well as, yes, a nod to the soutane for his cardinal cassock.

The vest and pants are his military vest and ratty usual pants.

His swords are a cutlass and a Sabre, empowered with a twist of infernal fire.

There’s a metal Grucifix on both boots, a sort of decorative shin guard.

And straps.

I feel like belowdecks his infernal eye would glow, and give him decent night vision. He’s very much a predator, but a most charming one.

He’s colored pencils, wax pencils, ink, and metallic paint on watercolor paper.

Time: 7 hours, 15 min.

A charming predator is a good description of him xD

This looks amazing! I love all the little nods to his current and previous costumes. The fire looks amazing and yeah I definitely think his eye would glow below decks. Or when he's angry or irritated too.

Thank you so much for creating this, I love how he's turned out!

[jackhkeynes]

Cinderella Retelling

excerpt in translation from the beginning of a short story by Kitty Unpretty (@unpretty).

Marc lejau cos soutan a plaç meg dy lag. Un domn oc un curtel azur portant sta ja asseyent sur y Banc de Cris. Marcus stopped abruptly in the middle of the grass. A woman in a blue dress was already sitting on the Crisis Bench.

I reconnosce noc y curtel. Y domn lançau sy gas atras cant l'er asseyent. He didn’t recognize the dress. She looked up from where she was sitting.

"Pardon," dis Marc n'y man leyant. "Jo prefaye noc ig alcun hom no fos ac apart." I creye noc un acconnosc por alcun hom nell'oç curtel memorar. Caye un gendr memorabr de curtel. “Sorry,” he said, holding up his hands. “I didn’t think anyone would be over here.” He didn’t think he remembered an introduction to anyone in that dress. It was a memorable sort of a dress.

"Jo crey vossy maðr encontrar entarn?" osau i digr, dec l'encontrau ec maðr ne ðougl. “I believe I ran into your mother inside?” he ventured, because he ran into so many mothers.

"L'ig no's assistent," dis i, oc no stant bogr l'ig seyon desirant oïr e no stant cos absoluð rien seyon hellinabr n'oc moment. “She’s not here,” she said, which was not what he wanted to hear and which he absolutely could not handle at the moment.

[angelitam]

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[deathmimedream]

Cardi’s Day Off

Just because he worked very hard, and often too much, didn’t mean that Copia never got a day off.

Usually he’d stay in his room, napping, feeding the wildlife outside, playing video games, or reading.

Not today.

Today, he wanted to spoil himself a little.

He’d showered, trading his cassock, soutane, trousers, button down shirt and suspenders for an oversized band tee shirt and sweats.

His face was scrubbed clean of makeup, mustache and sideburns neatly trimmed, the rest of his face freshly shaved.

He’d splashed on toner, a little hydrating serum and moisturizer, took time for a dab or two of cologne.

He paused on the way to his Kitchenette to lean down, petting along the back of one of the stray cats that wandered the Abby.

This one was a long-haired ragdoll that frequently appeared in his room, and shared his bed. He’d called him Puff, and had a sneaking suspicion Puff had adopted the cardinal.

He dodged around another big, fluffy, orange Tomcat, called Mojo, who he knew belonged to one of the sisters, as he dug for what he needed to make himself lunch.

Cats weren’t the only frequent animal visitors to his room, he’d even hosted a stray dog, a few wild mice he released safely outside, a raven that brought him bits of colored glass on the balcony, and multiple bats and songbirds.

The upper clergy teased him for his kindness and multitude of animal companions, calling him ‘little snow white’ but he paid it no mind.

He packed up a light lunch in a little handbasket, along with treats and snacks for his animal friends. He tucked in a good book, and a nice blanket to sit on outside.

He added in a bottle of il conte fini Pinot Grigio, and picking up the basket, and Puff, he headed outside for a relaxing afternoon in the gardens.

He stepped out to the terrace, putting Puff down to the tune of an indignant mew, and paused to pick up a chunk of cobalt seaglass from the raven’s feeder.

He left a few fat butternut squash ravioli for the sweet bird, tucking the glass away in his pocket as he moved to primo’s garden.

He spread the blanket under the oldest oak tree on ministry grounds, over a layer of thick, soft moss.

With a few groans he settled in, carefully unpacking his book, and the lunch he’d made himself.

Seeing Copia settled, Puff took it as an invitation to curl up next to the Cardinal’s hip, purring. He chuckled, taking a moment to scratch behind the cat’s ears, then opening the wine.

He took sips and nibbles of his lunch between turns of the pages, this current book a fantasy novel the same Sister who owned Mojo the cat had lent him.

Eve Forward’s ‘ Villains by necessity’. He was seven chapters in, and was finding it as enthralling as ‘the hobbit’.

Three hours later, lunch had been eaten, two glasses of wine drank, and Copia was napping with his back against the old tree, book opened under one gloved hand in his lap as he snored softly.

He made it to chapter twelve, barely.

Around him, an old dog and three cats curled up against him, one of Cardi’s hands on Puff’s back, while a dozen songbirds hopped around in the grass, and a Raven watched over everyone from a branch up the tree.

Snow White indeed.

[dixvinsblog]

Mohamed Amara -Le juge et l'éléphant !

Inspiré par un poème de mon ami Barek Abas L’éléphant en regardant en dessous de la soutane du juge lui tint à peu près ce langage : -oh! Maitre du marteau, vous qui condamnez à foison les petites gens pour leurs petits larcins, avec vos mains de fer sans le velours du gant. Alors que vous vous couchez devant le dernier des gouvernants, à quoi pourrait vous servir une aussi petite trompe? Vous…

[croquissartoriaux]

Well, my dear father, you would have to upskill yourself by 15% on temperance and by a good 20% on prudence to hope to reach your 2023 objectives in terms of charity

#croquissartoriaux #pretres #priest #eveque #bishop #businessmeeting #salesobjectives #goals #soutanes #HIV #vivehenriIV #vertustheologales #vertuscardinales #objectifscommerciaux #commercial #business #dessindepresse #sketch #comic #prytanee #nasspower