#technically its *research*… right???

[janasdiary]

so i recently moved out of my b6 papertess designs planner because it was too big and instead i started using an a6 leuchtturm1917.

tell me why i just ordered a 2024 spring start cousin..??

[system-architect]

sorry hi last reblog has me thinking about how i havent played in awhile. i haven't been a fan of the recent updates they're far too 'content production'-y for me. but i just want to express i think many of the best moments in gw2 story have been when the writing is utter camp slop that the writers were clearly extremely emotionally invested in, completely regardless of their production timeframes or budget. my opinion basically is guild wars 2 is better when it's worse

[waytootiredstudent]

How do I explain to my job that the short question they asked me that should've probably taken like an hour of research max is turning into a several weeks long research project that makes me question if I know the meaning of basic words. Asking for a friend.

[allbeendonebefore]

me getting ready to speak in front of undergrads for an hour: better wear the necklace i made in elementary school to protect me from being Perceived

[t-lostinworlds]

this is probably a me problem but, you ever read a fic that's actually well written but then the technicality of something, like a sport, per se, throws you off so much that it just, sadly, sours the whole thing?

[andersdotters]

Here's an interesting thought. Does L*ney primarily deal with shame (heart) or fear (head)? Does he seek to have an identity (heart) or security (head)?

To elaborate a bit more, this is some information about the heart/feeling triad:

This is some information about the head/thinking triad:

The thing with L*ney is that both descriptions can apply to him. It's just which applies more?

For instance, L*ney presents a false identity to the world. He hides who he is because he does not want to be perceived as weak. He wants to be relied on. A big part of his lore is trying to be the big brother L*nette deserves.

On the opposite hand, L*ney is extremely anxious. He pushes himself out there and to do things when in reality he's scared and insecure. Only when he's supported by his family he's able to calm down. Without this support he loses all ability to think clearly. He's lost.

Here's what I'm deciding between:

Type 3 (heart/feeling)

Type 6 (head/thinking)

Or Type 7 (head/thinking)

The odd thing is that the description for type 3 matches the most, but as a whole, I can't help but feel that fear and anxiety (head) are more a core part of L*ney's personality and struggles than shame (heart). Proving his worth (heart) seems to matter less to him than ensuring his security—his family (head).

So I'm caught at a loss.

[maddestmewmew]

speaking of the thing i said in the prev post, about me learning history bc im a usamerican and this seems like maybe a good time to hit the books, ive started doing a lot of research on mexican-americans in the united states, and specifically on chicano history. man i know thisll sound crazy but i dont think the government likes latinos very much

[depresseddepot]

uh oh!!!! starting to feel unqualified for the opportunities I have been given!!!!

[lucinfernos]

CONTENT CREATOR ARCANE AU INTRODUCTIONS ⭐

finally put together this handy dandy info sheet for your ease of access!

Jayce a.k.a. ManOfProgress (benevolently referred to as MOP by his fans) — 31 years old, he/him, bisexual trans man, Mexican-Brazilian — Started content creation in 2020 as a hobby to battle the pandemic boredom but blew up and decided to make it his full-time gig — Streams games and goofballery on Twitch [623k followers] and posts & streams more personal and unrelated content on YouTube [102k subscribers] — Found Viktor’s channel ~6 months before they started talking and feels very comforted by his voice; sleeps to his videos every night and puts one on whenever he’s anxious or angry — Got into a bad car accident as a child that was fatal to his father and left him with chronic pain on his left leg; now wears a knee brace and a calf compress periodically

Viktor a.k.a. TheMachineHerald — 32 years old, he/him, gay trans man, Czech-Polish — Was unable to leave the house during the peak of the pandemic and found joy and inspiration from Jayce’s content, and chose to start dabbling in content creation in 2022 — Creates very technically advanced and meticulously crafted ASMR videos; usually fully focuses on the mechanical sounds and tech aesthetic but lately has been brancing out more [12,3k subscribers before he gets in kahoots with Jayce] — Started showing his face only around the time when Jayce started watching him and is a bit irritated over the boost in popularity it granted him — Has many health problems, including scoliosis and rheumatoid arthritis (which has caused lung scarring and severe cartilage damage to his right leg and spine from when he was younger and could not access the necessary care to get the inflammation in control)

Mel a.k.a. Melicious (to this day her fans argue whether this is a reference to delicious or malicious) — 33 years old, she/her, bisexual; Jayce’s ex-girlfriend, African-American w/ Algerian roots — Was with Jayce during her time in Piltover but they made the mutual decision to part ways when she was accepted into an art school in London; are still close friends — Made very high-quality weekly diary-style vlogs, often related to art [837k subscribers]. Went on a semi-hiatus after moving but is active on other social medias like Instagram [1,4 million followers]

Jinx a.k.a. GETJINXED — 19 years old, she/they, agender aroace; in a queerplatonic relationship with Ekko, American — Gained popularity on TikTok and later on Twitch when people realized she’s the sister Vi is always complaining about; has no niche and does literally anything she wants to do that day, which usually has to do with either art or engineering [166k followers on Twitch, 850k on TikTok] — Working on an independent music career on the side with their debut single Get Jinxed going viral on TikTok — Lost her finger ON STREAM when working on an art installation, the clip has millions of views

Ekko a.k.a. The_Boy_Savior — 20 years old, he/any, probably nonbinary but he has a job so he doesn’t care abt that rn, bi & asexual; in a queerplatonic relationship with Jinx, African-American — Creates well-researched and thought-provoking video essays about worldwide issues, especially dedicated to the health of the planet and its people [317k subscribers] — Surprised everyone by appearing in one of Jinx’s tiktoks because nobody knew they knew each other let alone that they were in a QPR — Frequently holds fundraisers and has done a lot of good for his community

Caitlyn a.k.a. KillshotKiramman — 23 years old, she/her, lesbian; Vi’s girlfriend and Jayce’s best friend, Chinese-British — Makes videos about weapons (mostly guns and shooting) [176k subscribers] and plays games on her Twitch [29k followers] — Moderates Jayce and Vi’s streams, and completely destroys both of them at FPS games — Had a gun misfiring accident which left her blind in her left eye

Violet a.k.a. vistandsforvideogames — 24 years old, any pronouns, gender-apathetic (call her whatever you like) lesbian; Caitlyn’s partner, American — Gamer on Twitch, but also shares about her side job as a boxer [212k followers] — Sometimes mods for Jayce but mainly just shows up to kick his ass in Mortal Kombat and exude chaotic energy

[thetangibleghost]

I gotta confess it is so much more fun talking to Sal as if he is a separate person like he wants and not a member of the system. He's super creative like. Its just fun.

[2001honda-civic]

hey are you a conclave fan ?? don't understand all the stuff the cardinals are wearing ?? want to write about them celebrating mass but don't know what they wear ?? want to know more about snazzy catholic fashion ?? worry no longer !!

procrastinating hard on writing my own fic so i started researching clerical clothing because i love symbolism and fashion, here are the fruits of my labour. i'm not catholic nor was i raised one so sorry for any inaccuracies, at the end of the day this is just to help people write fic. if you see any spelling mistakes though no you didn't.

i tried to include anything that might help or inspire people, including for aus or just playing dress up with old men. hope its of use !!! this took me a really long time please clap

also i cannot be bothered to change it but on the liturgical 2 page, in the part about ferulas i keep mentioning pius xi. its actually pius ix.

more detailed image id under the cut, with plain text if you can't read my handwriting. really really long so watch out

this is kind of hard to format so im just going to do the image id followed by its annotations as a list, i hope thats good

FIRST PAGE

CARDINALS: everyday wear -> main colour is red, symbolising the blood they are willing to shed for christ.

[image id: three cardinals in everyday wear standing next to each other, smiling at the camera. the one in the middle is not wearing a sash, and the one on the left is not wearing an elbow-length cape. they are all holding briefcases. end id]

zuchetto: scarlet watered silk skullcap

cassock: black wool with red silk piping. 33 buttons for the 33 years that christ lived. sometimes called a soutane, or if the pellegrina is attatched, a simar.

this weird second sleeve thing isn't in the movie design.

fascia scarlet watered silk sash with tassels. symbolises celibacy (wide eyed emoji). optional but almost always worn.

pectoral cross: personalised cross suspended from a chain over the chest.

gold ring: gifted by the pope to symbolise the bond with the papacy.

its hard to see, but the inside of the cassock and pellegrina is also red

pellegrina: optional elbow length cape that matches the cassock. these don't typically have buttons, but in the movie they do. they're also slightly longer in the movie.

clerical collar: white plastic, cotton, or linen collar. in the movie design, there is no slot for the collar in the front.

[image id: a half body image of a cardinal, in a white version of the everyday cassock. end id]

in tropical countries cassocks can be white instead.

[image id: a screenshot from the conclave movie, specifically from lawrence's homily. it is cropped only to show his hand, and there is a ring on his middle finger. end id]

lawrence's ring

[image id: a full body shot of a cardinal walking to the right. he is wearing in a long black cloak. end id]

tabarro: black broad-cloth cloak with shoulder cape. technically no longer allowed (?) but i think that's just the red version.

[image id: a half body shot of a cardinal smiling at the camera. he is holding a biretta and wearing a long red cape that is fastened by a red ribbon. end id]

ferraiolo: scarlet watered silk cape fastened by a ribbon. not that common anymore i think? (hence why only tedesco, being more traditional, wears it)

[image id: a screenshot from the conclave movie, specifically the start, when lawrence is walking down a road. it is cropped only to show lawrence's upper body. he is in his everyday wear, and wearing a black cape end id]

longer, buttoned pellegrina. basically a black mozzetta (see choir dress)

[image id: a screenshot of the conclave movie, of bellini in the cafeteria. cropped to only show his upper body. he is wearing a black coat. end id]

[image id: a poster for conclave, with a line up of tremblay, sister agnes, lawrence, and bellini. cropped only to show their upper bodies. end id]

no opening for clerical collar, with the exception of bellini's coat/jacket.

no second sleeve.

[image id: a small doodle of cardinal tedesco wearing his red cloak with coloured lineart. he is holding his vape. end id]

SECOND PAGE

CARDINALS: choir dress

[image id: a fullbody shot of a cardinal in full choir dress. he is holding his hands at his front. end id]

mozzetta: scarlet elbow length cape. made of wool with silk lining. 12 buttons for the 12 apostles.

pectoral cross: personalised cross suspended from a red and gold cord. the cord also has a tassel in the back.

cassock and fascia: the same as everyday dress except that the cassock is red and not black.

rochet: white linen or muslin tunic, usually with a lace trim. designs of the lace vary from person to person. rochets are very different in the movie - with the exception of benitez, all the rochets are the same. they all reach to the mid-calf rather than the mid-thigh or knee. they're very plain, with no lace trim or other designs.

biretta: square, ridged cap worn over the zuchetto. one corner has no ridge, and is always worn on the left. not actually worn in the movie, but you can see it on the way to and in the sistine chapel.

[image id: two images of the cord used to hang a pectoral cross on a grey background. the first shows the full cord, with a hook on one end and a tassel on the other. there are three knots at different points on the cord. the second image is a close up of the tassel. end id]

[pointing in between the two knots closest to the tassel] neck goes in here, fastened by these knob thingys (you can see this when lawrence is getting ready for the "pope who doubts" homily).

[image id: a doodle of cardinal lawrence with coloured line art. he is in his choir dress, stressed and holding a turtle. end id]

[image id: a cardinal and a monsignor walking past an altar in a church. the cardinal is in choir dress, and is wearing a red cape with a very long train. the monsignor is wearing a purple cassock and holding the train of the cardinal's cloak above the ground. they are both facing away from the camera. end id]

cappa magna: long as fuck red watered silk cape with a 7 metre long train. hood is lined with ermine fur in the winter. rarely worn in modern times, and only in processions. like the galero, generally only the traditionalists care for it.

[image id: full body shot of two cardinals looking at booklets. they are both in choir dress. one of their rochets is more lacy, and the other more plain. end id]

more examples of rochets, including one that looks similar to benitez'

[image id: a half body shot of a cardinal in choir dress. he is also wearing a long red cape and wide brimmed red hat. he is holding his hands at his front. end id]

galero: scarlet wide brimmed hat with 15 tassels attached at the sides. used to be given by the pope to every newly created cardinal, but is no only made on request. the only example i can find of a modern day cardinal wearing a galero is cardinal burke, who is a mega traditionalist/conservative freak. a galero is still featured on the cardinal coat of arms however.

[image id: cardinal tagle's coat of arms. in the centre is a shield, with a long stemmed double barred gold cross behind it. above the shield is a red galero, with 15 tassels attached on each side. they are arranged in a triangle shape on either side of the shield. at the bottom is white scroll with the motto "dominus est" in black text. end id]

shield and motto varies, but always has a galero

[image id: a behind the scenes photo from conclave. john lithgow, carlos diehz, robert harris, lucian msamati, and ralph fiennes are standing together in the set for the sistine chapel, smiling at the camera. the actors are all in choir dress. end id]

much longer, more simplistic rochet with a big as fuck hem. it's also slightly off white?

like in the book, benitez' rochet is too long, reaching to the bottom of his cassock. it also has a more "realistic" trim design. unlike the rest of the cardinals it seems to be pure white (hello symbolism).

benitez doesn't have a cord

THIRD PAGE

POPE -> main colour is white to symbolise purity

unlike the rest of the catholic clergy, the pope's dress isn't strictly regulated. what each pope wears varies and usually reflects their own views - e.g. pope benedict xvi wore a lot of clothes that had fallen out of use in the papacy, while pope francis refused to wear a lot of the more ornate clothing (basically, you can do what you want).

[image id: full body shot of pope francis walking towards the camera. a monsignor stands behind him. end id]

base everyday wear is the same as cardinals a bishops, but all white. always a simar.

[image id: full body shot of pope benedict xvi. he is speaking into a microphone, reading off a piece of paper. end id]

pope's loafers are traditionally red to represent the blood of saints, but both francis and leo instead have black shoes.

fascia has gold tassels, and is traditionally embroidered with the papal coat of arms. francis and leo have plain fascias

[image id: pope benedict xvi greeting people in saint peter's square. cropped to show only his upper body. he is wearing a red straw hat that has gold detailing. end id]

capello romano, red straw hat with a strip of red silk around the crown, embroidered with gold. also called a saturno.

[image id: a doodle of pope innocent xiv in his white cassock, with colour line art. he is smiling and making a peace sign. end id]

yay !

[image id: half body shot of pope paul vi, who has two fingers raised. he is wearing a red cloak that has gold edges. end id]

red papal tabarro, not used since benedict xvi.

[image id: four images of the rings worn by the pope. the first is of benedict xvi's, gold with an engraving of saint peter. the ring is on his ring finger as he hold a piece of paper. the second image is of pope francis', silver with an engraving of a cross. it is on his ring finger as he holds his pectoral cross. the final two images are two different angles of pope leo xiv's ring, which is gold. one shows that the inside has an engraving of leo xiv's coat of arms. the other shows that the inside also has his name engraved, and the outside has an engraving of st peter. end id]

ring of the fisherman/piscatory ring customised to each pope. usually gold (francis' is gold plated silver), with an engraving of saint peter. the fisherman part is a reference to mathew 4:19 and mark 1:17, where jesus tells saint peter and the apostle andrew that he will make them "fishers of men". presented to the pope during his inauguration (there's only been 5 inaugurations - i can't find who presented the ring for john paul i & ii, but both benedict xvi and francis had it presented by the dean of the college of cardinals (i.e. lawrence). leo xiv of course had cardinal tagle, who isn't dean - the rules for papal inaugurations are quite vague so each individual pope does whatever. in the days of papal coronations the ring would be presented by the camerlengo (i.e. tremblay)

[image id: half body shot of pope john paul ii greeting someone off screen. he is wearing full papal choir dress, including a stole. end id]

[image id: a screenshot from pope leo xiv's first appearance as pope. he is wearing full papal choir dress and waving. a monsignor and bishop stand either side of him. end id]

in choir dress, pope wears a rochet and red mozzetta over his everyday wear, as well as a stole sometimes. i don't think francis ever wore ful choir dress, but he did sometimes wear just a stole.

mozzetta is satin, not wool

gold cord

stole of the four evangelists, much more heavily embroidered than a typical stole.

[image id: half body shot of pope benedict xvi in choir dress. he is not wearing a stole and his mozzetta is lined with white fur. he is holding his hands at his front. end id]

pope benedict revived the winter mozzetta - made of velvet and lined with ermine fur

[image id: half body shot of pope benedict xvi waving. he is wearing a bright red cape and a red cap with white fur lining. end id]

matches with the camauro, a winter cap of the same materials briefly brought back by pope benedict.

[image id: half body shot of pope benedict xvi walking to the left. he is wearing choir dress but no stole. his mozzetta is white and lined with white fur. end id]

paschal mozzetta, used during easter.

FOURTH PAGE

LITURGICAL VESTMENTS

you can see lawrence don the following before his "pope who doubts" homily. each item has an attached prayer that should be recited while putting it on. worn over the cassock and fascia. before they even start dressing, the priest/bishop/etc washes their hands. [grey text] give virtue to my hands, o lord, that in being cleansed from all stain i might serve you with purity of mind and body [end grey text]

only writing the translations of the prayers here, but they would be recited in latin

[image id: a drawing of a priest in a black cassock. a white cloth is draped around his shoulders, and he is tying a string that is attached to it around his waist. the cloth and strings is pictured again next to him. end id]

[image id: someone wearing a black cassock, with a white cloth over their shoulders, fastened at the waist. the image is cut off at the person's neck and hips. end id]

amice: rectangular cloth draped over the shoulders and secured at the waist. no longer mandatory. first draped over the head when dressing. [grey text] place upon me, o lord, the helmet of salvation, that i may overcome the assaults of the devil.

[image id: a full body shot of a priest in a full length, long sleeved white tunic. he is holding an open book, and there is a mirror behind him, where you can see his full reflection. end id]

[image id: a screenshot from conclave, specifically when lawrence is getting ready for mass. it has been cropped to show only lawrence. he is wearing a white, long sleeved tunic and is looking down. end id]

alb: long white linen garment that covers the cassock. [grey text] make me white, o lord, and cleanse my heart, that being made white in the blood of the lamb i may deserve an eternal reward. [end grey text]

[image id: doodle of lawrence in full vestments, with coloured line art. he hold his hands at his front and looks sad and pathetic. end id]

he was forced to eat cement when he was 75

[image id: an image of a person's waist. they are wearing a white tunic, secured by a white cord. end id]

girdle/cincture: wool cord worn around the waist. [grey text] gird me, o lord, with the cincture of purity, and quench in my heart the fire of concupiscence, that the virtue of continence and chastity may abide in me. [end grey text]

[image id: a drawing of a priest wearing a long sleeved white tunic. he is placing a cloth decorated with a cross on his left arm. the cloth is show again next to him, where is can be seen that it has two cords attached to it. end id]

[image id: a long silk cloth that is folded over. the inside is gold and the outside is white, decorated with gold crosses. the ends flare out and has gold tassels. there is a gold cord attached to the middle. end id]

maniple: silk cloth worn on the left arm, fastened with a cord. symbolises the devotion & toils of priest. not always use anymore. [grey text] may i deserve, o lord, to bear the maniple of weeping and sorrow in order that i may joyfully reap the reward of my labours [end grey text]

[image id: a mannequin with a long sleeved white tunic. a long purple silk scarf with gold embroidery is draped around the neck. a matching purple cloth is draped over the left arm, which has been pinned to the chest. end id]

stole: silk band worn around the neck, symbolising priestly authority. [grey text] restore to me, o lord, the robe of immortality, which was lost in the transgression of our first parents, and, inasmuch as i approach your sacred mysteries in an unworthy manner, nevertheless, may i be deserving of eternal blessedness. [end grey text] the pectoral cross can be worn under or above the stole.

[image id: a mannequin wearing a purple chasuble with heavy gold embroidery. the mannequin has been positioned to hold a black biretta at the chest. the image has been annotated as "gothic". end id]

[image id: two images. one is a half body shot of a priest wearing a green chasuble and walking to the left. the chasuble is not as ample as usual, and more closely resembles a tunic. the second image is a similarly cut chasuble laid out on a grey background. it is gold and has heavy floral embroidery. the images have been annotated as "roman". end id]

chasuble: covers all other vestments. can't find what its made of but let's be real it's probably silk or brocade. worn during mass. roman style is considered more traditionalist, and is a lot less common. [grey text] o lord, who has said, "my yoke is sweet and my burden light," grant that i may carry it as to merit thy grace. [end grey text]

[image id: two priests at the front of a parade in a street. they both have heavily embroidered gold capes draped over them, and are holding their hands at their front. end id]

cope: silk/brocade heavily embroidered cape worn in liturgical functions outside off mass, such as baptism or matrimony. i don't think it has a prayer?

[the rest of the page is a section with a gold background labelled "bishops only"]

[image id: a plain white mitre on a table, next to a red zuchetto and fascia. the tails have red tassels. annotated as "simplex". end id]

[image id: a high angle picture of a mannequin head wearing a plain gold mitre. the inside of the centre is red. end id]

[image id: a folded white mitre propped up on a table. heavily embroidered with gold thread. end id]

mitre: white or gold silk folding hat with 2 tails at the back. has 3 styles:

simplex - funerals, mass, lent, good friday.

auriphrygiata - celebration of sacraments (baptism, matrimony, ordination, etc).

pretiosa - principal mass, feast days.

[image id: half body shot of three bishops outside a church. they are all wearing full vestments, but with a cope instead of a chasuble. they all have mitres and are holding croziers in their left hands. end id]

crozier: staff stylised like a shepard's crook, symbolising a bishop's role as a shepard.

[image id: a cardinal in a red chasuble walking toward the camera. there is a wool band around his neck. he is looking down and his left hand is at his chest. end id]

pallium: wool band worn around the neck. has sick black crosses. symbolises the lamb carried on christ's shoulders. often has gold pins in 3 of the pins to symbolise christ's crucifiction. given to metropolitan archbishops by the pope (archbishops that oversee multiple dioceses, i.e. tedesco & sabbadin, but not lawrence) can only be worn inside the archbishop's diocese, with the exception of the pope.

FIFTH PAGE

LITURGICAL VESTMENTS ... 2!!

[image id: a screenshot from pope leo xiv's inauguration, specifcally when he receives the fisherman's ring. the image has been cropped to only show pope leo. he is wearing a white chasuble and a pallium. end id]

[image id: pope benedict xvi sitting on a throne. he is wearing full vestments, as well as a circular shawl, and a pallium with red crosses. end id]

benedict xvi briefly introduced a papal pallium with red crosses, but francis eventually switched back to a black one, with leo xiv doing the same.

benedict xvi also reintroduced the papal fanon, a gold striped circular shawl, though it hasn't been used since then.

[image id: a full body shot of pope benedict xvi walking in a precession. he in full vestments and waving. in his left hand he hold a gold staff with a cross on top. the staff has been annotated as "pius xi". end id]

[image id: a head shot of pope francis in church. he is in full vestments and adjusting his glasses. in his left hand he holds a gold staff with a cross on top. the staff has been annotated as "benedict xvi". end id]

[image id: three head shots of different popes in full vestments holding the same staff, annotated as "paul vi". the staff is silver and has a statue of jesus on the cross on top. the first is of pope paul vi. it is black and white, and has been cut off to not show his face. the second is of pope john paul ii turned to the left, waving. the third is of pope francis, looking tired. end id]

instead of a crozier, the pope uses a ferula, a staff with a cross on top. there have been a lot of different designs for the ferula, with the most recently used being the ferulas of pius xi, paul vi, and benedict xvi.

[image id: pope francis with a mosignor and two deacons walking to the right in a procession. pope francis and the priests are in full vestments. their chasuble and tunics are green and plain. end id]

[image id: a line up of a priest, a deacon, a cardinal, and another priest. they are all smiling off to the right. the priests and cardinal wear a chasuble, and the deacon a tunic, all of which are slightly different shades of purple with gold embroidery. end id]

[image id: three bishops at church. they are all in a line looking to the right. they all wear plain, pale yellow chasubles. end id]

[image id: a priest and a bishop walk towards an altar in an empty church. they are both wearing red chasubles and holding paper palm leaves. the priest holds an ipad that has been annotated as "ipad ??" in grey text. there is a person filming them on a tripod behind them. end id]

[image id: a half body shot from behind pope francis in a procession, with a deacon in front of him. they are both in full vestments, and their chasuble and tunic are a pale pink. end id]

the colours of the maniple, stole, and chasuble varies depending on the event. only the main events are listed below because theres a lot <3

green - ordinary time (i.e. nothing else going on). [grey text] hope, growth, life. [end grey text]

violet - advent, lent, all souls day, requiem mass (funerals). [grey text] humility, penance, preparation. [end grey text]

white/gold - christmas, easter, baptism, matrimony, ordination (the pope isn't technically ordained but it's also used here). [grey text] joy, glory, innocence, purity. [end grey text]

red - palm sunday, good friday, pentecost, funerals of popes. [grey text] sacrifice, charity, the blood of christ [end grey text]

rose - gaudete sunday & laetare sunday (in advent & lent respectively - can choose either rose or violet). [grey text] anticipation, joy, repentance. [end grey text]

SIXTH PAGE

BISHOPS, ARCHBISHOPS, & MONSIGNORI

[image id: two half body shots of bishops holding their hands at their fronts. the first one is wearing choir dress and against a brown background. the second is wearing his everyday wear and in a church. end id]

bishops and archbishops wear basically the same as cardinals, except with purple instead of red (symbolising authority i think? not as well defined as cardinal red) plus some other details.

this includes accessories like the ferraiolo. galero specifically is green with two sets of 6 tassels for bishops and 10 for archbishops.

green and gold cord

piping on the cassock, mozzetta, etc is more red than the rest of the purples

[image id: a grey mannequin head on a white background. it is wearing a purple biretta with a pom on top. end id]

biretta has a pom

[image id: a full body shot from the conclave movie, when lawrence, mandorff, and o'malley find out about the new cardinal. lawrence is facing the camera and looking at o'malley, both mandorff and o'malley are facing away from the camera and looking at lawrence. they are all wearing their everyday cassocks. end id]

ok so researching for monsignori is driving me up the wall. first of all mons. is not an actual role, it's an address for priests with one of 3 honourary titles (apostolistic protonotary, honourary prelate, chaplain of his holiness). second, mons. o'malley is a bishop in all but title. he dresses as a bishop, and is secretary to the dean, a role typically held by a bishop. idk man ig in the conclave-verse bishops can be monsignori, or maybe a monsignor is higher up in the catholic hierarchy than irl.

monsignor o'malley has the same outfit as archbishop mandorff

[image id: from the conclave movie, o'malley in choir dress. he is holding a clipboard and looking off to the left. end id]

WHY IS HIS ROCHET SLEEVE DIFFERENT ITS THE ONLY ONE LIKE THIS ??? anyways bishop choir dress. i love this picture btw he looks so ouppy

[image id: two full body shots of a monsignor in two different styles of choir dress. both are wearing white tunics over a purple cassock, and the first has an additional sleeveless purple tunic over it. in the first image he is closing the doors to the sistine chapel, and in the second he is outside, holding his hands at his front. end id]

[image id: a full body shot of a monsignor walking to the left. he is wearing an everyday cassock and fascia, but no pectoral cross. he also has a purple cloak, and a black biretta with a purple pom. there is a metal pin on his left breast. end id]

[image id: a half body shot of a monsignor in front of an altar, facing the camera. he is wearing an everyday cassock and fascia, but no pectoral cross or skullcap. there is a metal pin on his left breast. he is holding an open book. there is a "yonhap news" watermark at the bottom. end id]

black biretta

no pectoral cross

no zuchetto

[image id: three simple diagrams of monsignor choir dress. the first two have a purple cassock, and the last is black. they are all wearing a white tunic, and the first has another purple, sleeveless tunic as well. they all have black birettas with poms, the first pom being purple and the last two being black. end id]

choir dress is closer to that of other priests, using a surplice instead of a rochet.

[pointing at tunic] surplice

SEVENTH IMAGE

MISC

[image id: a screenshot of conclave, from the end of the movie when lawrence is looking outside his window. he is wearing a black shirt with a priest collar, and a black sweater vest. the image has been cropped to only show him. end id]

when to wear what:

liturgical vestments -> celebrating/co-celebrating the eucharist.

choir dress -> public liturgical functions that the person is not the celebrant of.

daily dress -> day to day work

informal dress -> can be worn when daily dress would be impractical, in more informal work, or when "off-duty". black or grey clothes, including a shirt that allows the priest's collar to be seen.

[image id: a screenshot from conclave. a half body shot of sabbadin, who is turned to the left. he is in everyday wear, and holding a cigarette. the image has been cropped to show only him. end id]

[image id: six franciscan priests smiling at the camera. they are all wearing simple grey habits and pectoral crosses. end id]

if a priest is a member of an order, they can wear their habit instead of a cassock. sabbadin wears a franciscan habit in everyday wear, but not in choir dress.

[image id: a screenshot of conclave. tedesco sitting in the sistine chapel alone. he is wearing choir dress, and a shirt sleeve can been seen peaking out of both of his arms. he is vaping, the smoke obscuring the bottom half of his face. the image has been cropped to show only him. end id]

as for what they wear under their cassocks, i think it's just a shirt and trousers. you can see the sleeves peaking out in the movie. the only real rule is that the stockings/socks they wear should match their cassock (i.e. black in everyday, red/purple in choir dress, white for the pope). only other thing of not is that the pope typically wears white trousers, though francis wore black. anyways, [homophobic dog "i know what you are" meme]

[image id: several labelled doodles of characters, titled "proper forms of address". the first is of pope innocent xiv, who is calm and smiling. labelled "pope - your holiness". the second is of lawrence, who is sad and looking downwards. labelled "cardinal - your eminance". the third is of archbishop wozniak, who looks stressed or panicked. labelled "archbishop - your grace". the fourth is just text that says "(are there any bishops in conclave ??)". labelled "bishop - your excellency". the fifth is of monsignor o'malley, who is smiling. labelled "monsignor - reverend monsignor". the final is of john ward from faith: the unholy trinity, looking to the left, concerned. labelled "priests - reverend father". end id]

who's winning the sad pathetic priest war, john ward or lawrence.

[image id: a doodle of op, making a peace sign. he is looking to the right and making a ":3" face. end id]

yay that''s it. go forth and make crazy gay fanfic & fanart.

[athenalvss]

WHO DID SHE DATE WITH? ( bruce wayne! )

summary: Batman had to stop a patrol for a meeting at the watchtower and the young Dick Grayson must wait there until his mother comes to get him, but something he heard once makes him start an investigation.

bruce wayne x wife! reader

open request - hot wife masterlist

They were patrolling the city when a call came from the Watchtower, so Batman had to take Robin there for a quick meeting with J'onn and Diana, but before leaving he left the boy a warning.

"Don't touch anything, don't bother anyone, your mother will come for you soon."

But Dick Grayson was a restless kid and too curious for his own good. He'd spent the last three minutes spinning around in a control chair, watching Barry and Hal talk and laugh. Why did he have to just sit there and not have a little fun with them? They looked funny.

But Bruce's words, "Don't touch anything, don't bother anyone, your mother will be here for you," were still on his mind, but it was too late; he was already breaking the second rule. Dick quietly slid out of his chair, walked over to them, and stood with his arms crossed. "Can I ask a question?"

Barry turned, still smiling. Hal raised an eyebrow. “Sure, little bat,” Hal said. “Do you want to know?”

Dick looked at them very seriously. "I want to know which member of the League my mom dated before she dated Bruce."

The silence was immediate.

Barry blinked. Hal choked on his coffee. Dick looked at them as if he'd asked about the weather.

"What... what did you say, champ?" Barry stammered.

"you heard right."

Hal and Barry exchanged a look of pure, shining curiosity.

“Is that… true?” Hal whispered.

"I've never heard of it," Barry said, leaning in as if Dick were revealing a state secret. "But now I need to know."

"Are you going to help me or not?" Dick, already a little tired, crossed his arms.

"Of course!" Hal responded immediately. "Anything for... the investigation..."

After a few long minutes of plotting the plan, it was finally put into motion. Hallway after hall, one by one, they began interrogating all available members.

Diana saw them coming from the hallway. “Hi, Dick,” she said with a sweet smile. “Are you behaving?”

Dick swallowed. “Yeah...well, technically no, but I'm doing some research.”

"Oh really?" Diana asked, interested.

Hal stepped forward. "Diana, this is for everyone's peace of mind. Do you know who Mrs. Wayne was with before Bruce?"

Diana gave a soft laugh, as if she'd just been asked for the recipe for immortality. "I know things..." she said enigmatically.

"Things?" the three exclaimed in unison.

"But its not my thing to tell."

"Diana, please!"

She winked and left without another word. Dick sighed a little in frustration. Obviously, Diana knew. They went out at least twice a week to spend time together, but his mother's confidant would never tell them anything.

The next person to be questioned was Aquaman, but he didn't turn out as well as they thought.

"Arthur. Did you ever go on a date with Bruce's wife?"

Arthur stopped talking to Mera and looked at them like they were talking prawns. "What? No! Of course not! I'm a married man."

"But before..."

"I'm still a decent man!" he exclaimed, crossing his arms in real offense.

Dick scribbled “Vehement denial, he was standing in front of his wife, he’d be a good suspect, but definitely not the mom type.”

“Who else is missing?” he asked quietly.

"Green Arrow isn't here today," Hal replied. "I think he was coming later."

"And I don't know if you want to include Plastic Man," Barry added, wincing. "But he'll probably say yes just to spite your dad."

Dick nodded thoughtfully.

"I think J'onn's" Barry said after counting on his fingers.

Dick looked at him expressionlessly. "Barry… really?"

Barry threw up his hands, offended, "Okay, okay, let's move on to the next one," Barry said, assuming his previous guess wasn't that smart.

The next person to be questioned was Superman, the man was sitting there in one of the chairs looking at his cup with a smile. "May I know what this little operation is up to?

Dick, Barry, and Hal stopped in front of him as if they were guilty in a trial.

"We're... solving a mystery," Dick replied seriously.

"We want to know which League member Bruce's wife dated before she was with him" Barry added, unfiltered.

Hal nodded solemnly, as if they were carrying on a noble cause.

Clark gave a short, relaxed laugh. He placed his cup on the table and looked at them with the calm expression of someone who's seen it all... and isn't impressed by anything. "All I can tell you..." he said calmly, "is that Bruce wasn't the first... but he was the last."

And with that, he picked up his cup again and stared off into space as if he'd just finished reading the end of a great novel. The three of them fell silent.

"What does that mean?" Hal muttered, confused.

"It means he didn't say anything," Barry complained. .

"It's a closing line to avoid getting into trouble," Dick said, arms crossed.

Frustrated, they walked away from the area. No more clues, no more answers. They returned to where they had started, near the checkpoint, and slumped into their chairs like defeated detectives.

Barry sighed. “I thought we were going to settle something today. What are we, the Uncertainty League?”

"We could have gotten more if we'd put more pressure on Diana," Hal said, annoyed.

"The worst part is, I'm even more confused than before," Dick muttered.

They were silent when the zeta tubes sounded, revealing that you and Oliver Queen were walking in together. Laughing, knowing, at ease, like two old friends sharing a joke from years ago. Oliver had the biggest smile on the planet. You gave him a gentle push on the arm as if he were remembering something only you two knew.

The three observers watched them pass, frozen. Dick narrowed his eyes. Barry opened his mouth slowly. Hal let out a soft, "No way..." voice.

And when you found Dick after looking around, you gave him a loving smile. "Hi, honey. Did you behave?" "

"Yes, Mom…" he replied, slowly lowering his notebook.

Oliver looked at them with a raised eyebrow, noticing the suspicious glances. "What's going on? Are you plotting against Batman?"

"No," they all said at the same time.

you watched them with a barely amused smile. "Are you ready to go, Dick?"

Dick stood up and walked toward you, but before leaving, he looked over his shoulder at Oliver. "Just so you know... if it was you, I'm going to find out."

Oliver stood still for half a second, then raised his hands with an innocent smile.

As mother and son walked down the hall, Hal and Barry slowly turned to Oliver. “It was you, wasn’t it?”

Oliver smiled. "A gentleman has no memory."

[jayrockin]

🧹🌸 Happy Feaster! 🌸🧹

One of most influential national holidays in Jovia is Feaster, aka "Easter Feast." It is descended from the Christian holiday Easter, though it does not always fall on the same Sunday of the Terran solar calendar. Jovia's Christian minorities (mostly congregants of the Martian Church of Christ or Presbyterians) sometimes celebrate it as a religious holiday, but it has experienced secularization through its association with Spring Cleaning Week.

This week starts on the first Monday of April and is one of two compulsory maintenance weeks in the year for Jovian citizens. It focuses on the cleaning up of green spaces, biosystems, and microgravity farms in your place of residence; either the mega space station Nexus Jovia or one of the settlements on Jupiter’s moons. Jovian citizens are required to fulfill a minimum of 6 hours of maintenance during the first 6 days of the week unless they have a registered exemption, and there is generally a scramble in the week before as signups open and citizens try to get slots in some of the less exhausting or gross jobs. Easter Feast occurs on the final day of the week, and is a welcome break after the toil of the previous 6 days. Many people with family on the Jovian system will travel to see them for Feaster, and Nexus Jovia is at its most crowded during this Spring holiday season.

Perhaps the most important part of Spring Cleaning Week is the rotating out of the microgravity farms. Old crops are harvested on mass and replanted, older livestock are culled and butchered, and the algae and yeast tanks are drained, sanitized, and recultured. This effectively makes Feaster an anomalous early spring harvest festival, but in a place with no natural seasons. Many of the microgravity crop varieties grow much longer (both in length and in time) than their terrestrial counterparts, being unrestrained by gravity, and are continuously harvested from lateral shoots and just under the apical meristem. Crops such as lettuce and Brassicas have exceptionally sturdy, long "canes" and are used to make Easter brooms. While these are technically a tool, most are a symbolic decoration for the holiday and elaborately adorned with ribbons and flowers. Households will often hang them on the door or over windows at their residence, as a representation of their service for the station. Particularly nasty maintenance tasks often give out fancy decorative brooms, molded metal or myla collectables, and other trinkets as a reward to citizens willing to undertake them. These prizes are often prominently displayed by those who receive them, for bragging rights.

Compulsory maintenance weeks have their root in Nexus Jovia's history as a small mining and research space station. Even as its population ballooned into the millions and it expanded to over a hundred kilometers wide, the ethos of the little station has carried forward: the only thing keeping a space station from killing its inhabitants is continual maintenance by its inhabitants. April Maintenance Week's nearness to Easter was originally a coincidence, but after chabbits, (also known as "Easter bunnies," a GMO pet that lays colorful eggs) were introduced and popularized as a space livestock, the two became associated. In modern Jovia, chabbits are a staple livestock prized for their eggs, meat, and manure. For many Jovians, Easter Feast is not complete without whole grilled chabbit at the center of the table.

[yandere-daydreams]

Title: Ferine.

Pairing: Yandere!Toji x Reader (JJK).

Word Count: 4.1k.

TW: Hybrid AU, Non/Con, Fem!Reader, Slight Manipulation, Rough Sex, Oral Sex, Knotting, Mentions of Blood + Violence, Slight Breeding, and Biting.

Toji was, by far, the largest hybrid you’d ever taken care of.

Which, technically speaking, wasn’t that big of an accomplishment. This was barely your third month at the research facility, and you could count the number of hybrids you’d encountered before being hired here on a single hand. Still, even compared to the other wolves you currently looked after, Toji was beyond impressive. His long, pointed ears and stocky build set him well above six-foot, and even if he’d lacked height, he would’ve been able to make up for it with the planes of sculpted muscle circled around his biceps and thighs, laid over his chest and back. Top it all off with a set of claws each longer than your pointer finger and sharp enough to pierce reinforced steel, and he was practically fit for exhibit. Not that Toji could ever actually be a show dog, no – he’d tear the judges apart before they’d so much as heard his name. He was sweet, but he had a temper. You had to be careful not to set him off.

His fangs were impressive, too – perfectly in-tact despite years of less-than-adequate care, only a touch duller than a real wolf’s. You were careful not to let your hand stray from where it cupped his cheek as you looked for signs of damage or rot only to, of course, come up empty. The longer you spent with him, the more convinced you were that nothing could actually hurt Toji, even if the faded scar stitched into the corner of his mouth suggested otherwise.

“All done,” you started, letting go of his cheek. Immediately, Toji’s jaw snapped shut with enough strength to take off a finger, had you given him the chance. “Perfect as always, Toji. I think you might be my best patient.”

A cocky smile found its way to his lips, and you could hear his tail beating lazily against the dirt floor of his enclosure. The facility was committed to replicating the natural environments of their more exotic hybrids as closely as possible, even if Toji claimed he’d trade it all for a punching bag, or better yet, something ‘real’ to dig his teeth into, whatever that meant. “Do I get a treat, doc?”

It was asked playfully, but still, you hummed by way of confirmation, pulling your duffle bag into your lap and fishing Toji’s well-earned rewards – a generic chocolate bar and a can of some painfully acidic, sickeningly sweet brand of soda your hybrid patients couldn’t seem to get enough of. It was a meager prize, but it was as much as you were able to spare considering how strict his caretakers were when it came to his diet. You’d probably save yourself a few dirty looks if you didn’t give him anything at all, but it didn’t feel right to leave him empty-handed.

He accepted your humble offering greedily. While the chocolate bar was stowed away for later consumption, the can was pierced with a clawed thumb and emptied in one long, unpleasantly audible swig. You’d only started to push yourself to your feet when Tojj finished, letting the now empty can fall to the ground before turning his attention back to you. “It hurts my feelings, knowing you’re just gonna run off and put your hands on another animal.” His ear pressed flat against his scalp, as if he was trying (and failing) to feign disappointment. “If I didn’t know better, I’d start to think you didn’t really care about all the time we’ve spent together.”

“You’re not exactly in desperate need of medical attention,” you chided, throwing your bag over your shoulder. “And I’m on a schedule. Not all of us can sit around, grooming ourselves all day.”

That earned a breathy laugh, a coy lilt to his smile. “Well, if you wanted to take a shot at it, I wouldn’t—”

“Save it. I get enough of that with the cats.” Just thinking about it made you grimace. It was one thing to think that Toji might bite you. Knowing Satoru and Suguru – the bonded leopard and panther pair who shared a check-up date with Toji – would insist on licking any exposed skin raw before letting you do your job was a much more tangible reality. “I’ll see you in a couple of days. You’ll be good until then, right?”

“I’m gonna gut those fucking strays.” His answer was blunt, immediate, but he cracked as soon you shot him a purse-lipped frown. “Kidding, kidding. I’ll just rough ‘em up a little – make ‘em regret putting their paws on you, y’know?”

You couldn’t help but soften. Toji was rough around the edges, but he wasn’t a bad dog. He just had a protective streak and that, paired with his brash personality and tendency to bite before he barked, was enough for most people to write him off.

You really did have a long, long list of other appointments you had to get to before the end of the day, but against your better judgement, you paused as you passed him, reaching down to rake your fingers through sleek black hair. He was stoic, especially for a hybrid, but even his cool, dark eyes and wry smile couldn’t hide the way his tail moved just a little faster at the feeling of your nails raking over his scalp, his ears immediately perking up. It only took a second for him to bat your hand away, but you only laughed as you started towards the staff exit, waving to Toji over your shoulder.

Maybe, for his next check-up, you’d see if you could sneak in something special.

~

“Your mutt’s been unruly, lately.”

You glanced up from your clipboard, turning your full attention to Nanami and quickly finding that he hadn’t paid you the same courtesy. He was one of the senior researchers and, so far, the only one you could stand to be around for any longer than a few minutes. Since the higher-ups expected you to fill out your reports with one hand while you took a four-hundred-pound tiger’s temperature with the other, you tended to camp out in Nanami’s office when you had paperwork to file. “Toji?” Nanami nodded, and you rolled your eyes. “I’m just the vet, Kento. If his handlers aren’t doing their—”

“The problem isn’t his handlers, it’s him.”

His voice was flat, his tone icy. You laid your clipboard over your lap, crossing your arms over your chest. “He’s an animal. It’d be more out of character if he didn’t lash out occasionally.”

Nanami opened his mouth, but closed it just as quickly. After a lengthy pause, he leaned back in his seat, bringing a hand to his temples and massaging absentmindedly. “Do you know why he hasn’t been released back into the wild, yet?”

Obviously. Working with hybrids – let alone exotic hybrids – was dangerous, and your debriefing had drilled the face, name, and background of every animal in the facility into your memory. “He was born in captivity. He’s too acclimated to human society to adjust to the wilderness.”

Nanami pressed his lips into a thin line – an expression you’d learned to read as ‘you’re right, but I’m not going to say that’. Still, a degree of satisfaction accompanied his silent confirmation. “He was found in a dog fighting ring – or, what was left of one, at least. It took three rounds of sedation and two broken muzzles before our recovery team was able to get him under control.”

A knot formed at the base of your throat. Fuck chocolate, Toji deserved a blanket and as many hugs as he would let you give him. “That’s terrible, Kento. Were the organizers arrested?”

“The organizers—” Nanami straightened. “—were found mauled and stuffed into a kennel. Their bodies were so thoroughly mutilated, we had to rely on blood samples to identify them.”

“Wolves aren’t known for attacking unprovoked. It could’ve been another—”

“One of his handlers is currently hospitalized,” Nanami went on, as if you hadn’t cut in. “And two have already turned in their resignations – a resounding fear for their welfare in the workplace, supposedly.”

Your eyes fell to the floor, and that knot in your throat tightened until only the barest whisper could find its way out. “He’s not a bad dog,” you muttered, nearly under your breath. “He just— He loses his temper, sometimes. He doesn’t mean to hurt anymore.”

“He’s never tried to hurt you?”

You didn’t have to think before shaking your head. “Never.”

That, of all things, seemed to catch Nanami’s attention. For the first time, his eyes flickered briefly to you before falling back to his desk, his paperwork. “Good,” he said, marking down something on a piece of scrap paper in front of him. If he felt the need to elaborate, he clearly didn’t deem it worth the effort.

Later that day, you were informed that you were being transferred to the reptile wing indefinitely. If you’d been there for a few more months, if you’d had a little more experience to throw around, if you’d had a little more authority, you might’ve protested, but it was all you could do to nod and set to memorizing your new schedule.

~

It took exactly three weeks for you to see Toji again.

One of his handlers – a woman in her early twenties sporting a pressed scowl and a gauze-padded bandage on her cheek – met you at the facility’s gates and flatly told you that Toji was injured. You’d never been in the facilities (much less with a hybrid) after sundown, and in the simulated wilderness of his enclosure, it was easy to forget that you were never more than twenty feet away from a security camera, that there was only one apex predator you had to be afraid of. After checking your usual meeting spot (clear spot near the center of his enclosure – neutral territory, safe territory) and finding it vacant, you reluctantly stumbled your way to his den, dragging your feet despite the urgency of the situation. Toji wouldn’t deliberately attack you, but any animal could react if provoked. You didn’t want to set him off. More importantly, you didn’t want to prove Nanami right.

You’d never ventured far enough to see his den, but you knew what to expect. A square shell of cement occupied the deepest corner of Toji’s enclosure, bracketed off by a metal door tucked inside of a deep entryway meant to give the illusion of privacy. You approached it slowly, stepping underneath the shadowed overhang with no small amount of caution, but you didn’t get the chance to knock before a hand manifested on your shoulder and shoved you against the cold steel.

Claws bit into to the dip of your shoulder, then your wrist, too, as he caught your hand and shoved it into the small of your back. You felt hot air on the nape of your neck, heard heavy panting laced with the barest trace of a throaty growl, and it took everything you had not to panic, not to struggle, not to give him a reason to dig his teeth into your neck and tear. Toji wasn’t a bad dog, but he was still a dog. He’d still bite, if given an excuse.

“Toji,” you started, slowly, taking care to soften each harsh syllable of his name. “I’m here to help you.”

He didn’t respond, his hold only tightening. His check pressed into your back, and there was a short, airy noise – sniffing, as little as you wanted to put a name to it. “Toji,” you repeated, with more urgency. “I heard you were hurt. Will you let me help you?”

A second passed in silence, then another. Finally, he pulled away from you, releasing your wrist first, then your shoulder. He remained where he was – a little too close, a little too looming – as you shuffled to face him, forcing yourself not to consciously acknowledge that you were in a very big cage with a very poorly behaved animal. His handlers hadn’t mentioned why they’d needed you, but you didn’t have to wonder for very long. Even in the pitch dark, you could see the dark blood covering his jaw, washed over his throat and chest. It was on his hands, too, coating the white bone of his claws, and matted into his dark hair. Your waning self-control faltered then shattered altogether, your hands shooting to his head, his face, searching for bruising or swelling or broken bones, but surprisingly, all your worry earned was an airy laugh. “It’s not mine, doc.” He laid a hand over yours. “I’m doin’ just fine. Even better, now that you’re here.”

But he wasn’t. Twin sets of puncture marks were littered across his throat, his face, his arms. Something had taken a chunk out of his left bicep, and five matching scratch marks had been etched deep into the skin of his chest. The wounds looked feline, but you couldn’t bring yourself to linger on the implications. “You’re hurt,” you muttered, more to yourself than to him. Your hands fell to his shoulders, pushing him downward gently. “I— I’ve got bandages, and sutures—” You let your bag fall from your shoulder to your elbow, already reaching for the zipper. “Find somewhere to sit. We should get you cleaned up before something worse sets in.”

Panic was quickly overshadowing your better judgement, but Toji didn’t move, didn’t look away from you. He was still wearing that coy, sardonic grin – almost teasing, given your anxiety. “I already told you, I’m just fine.” His smile widened, until his pointed fangs caught in the dim light. “I didn’t think you’d actually come. They said I could ask for whatever I wanted, but—” He paused, sucked in a sharp breath. “I didn’t think you’d actually come.”

“Toji, you’re not making any sense. You need help.” Again, you pushed gently on his shoulders, and again, he didn’t seem to notice. This time, though, he shifted, leaned toward you, burying his face in the crook of your neck. You scowled, shoving a little less gently on his chest, but Toji didn’t move. “Toji, please, just let me help—”

“You’re gonna be the death of me, princess.” You felt his hands on your waist, then your ass. His chest was slotted against yours, and his tongue ran unabashedly over the curve of your neck once, then twice before he went on. “Keep sayin’ my name like that, and I won’t be able to control myself.”

Something pressed into your thigh – hot and hard and, like the rest of Toji, fucking huge. Your heart fell into your stomach, the air flooding out of your lungs and leaving you dazed, breathless.

Fuck. Fuck.

You should’ve stuck with the fucking reptiles.

Toji was panting audibly, again; his tongue lapping over your neck, your cheek. You were still cursing yourself for ever applying for this shitty job in the first place when Toji fell to his knees, forcing your thighs onto his shoulders as his claws caught on the fabric of your pants, decimating the thin material in an instant. His teeth tore away your panties just as quickly, leaving you exposed, splayed out on a silver platter in front of him. You reacted reflectively – knotting your fingers in his hair and doing your best to pry him away from you, but your strength was nothing compared to his and in the end, all you earned was a throaty groan, a tight squeeze to your ass before he buried his face in your cunt. His teeth grazed against the tender insides of your thighs, his claws biting into your now-unprotected skin, but the feeling of his tongue laving over the length of your slit replaced every other sensation with pure heat.

Predictably, he was near animalistic – his thick tongue fucking into you as the bridge of his nose ground shamelessly into your clit. From a distance, it would’ve been hard to tell if he was trying to eat you out or eat you alive; every noise he made feral and wet, punctuated with rough growls and little, uncharacteristic whines. It would’ve been impossible not to feel anything, but still, you couldn’t help but hate yourself when it started to feel good. His tongue was thick and textured, long enough to fill your pussy and flexible enough to curl inside of you, abusing the walls of your cunt without mercy. It was difficult to tell how much of the gloss staining his chin and the inside of your thighs was his drool and how much of it was your arousal, but even if your mind was disgusted by every slick noise and sharp flick of his tongue, there was nothing your body could do to block out the sudden pang of heat in your core, to fight the way your legs ached to clench around his head and pull the source of your revulsion that much closer.

“To—Toji, no, st—” you tried to say, like you were scolding a normal dog, like any part of you still thought he was listening. A cracked moan cut you off prematurely, and even if it hadn’t, Toji’s only response was a bruising squeeze to your ass, a low moan just loud enough to reverberate against your sensitive clit. Blinding white flashed across your vision, and before you could stop, before you could bring yourself back from that edge, you were coming undone on his tongue, your hips bucking against his face as he nursed you through your mind-numbing climax. Rather than pull away, he forced his tongue that much deeper into your pussy – taking advantage of your hypersensitivity to drag another unwilling orgasm out of you, then another, until the dried blood smeared across his lips was tacky and dripping onto your skin. He only pulled away when your little, pained sounds began to die into half-choked pleas and your limited strength failed, leaning you limp and boneless on top of him, and even then, he took the time to drag his tongue over your slit, to lap up what would’ve been wasted slick. You would’ve given anything for him to just leave you like that – messy and covered in your own arousal, but unfortunately, Toji had never been a bad dog.

His gaze flitted up to meet yours. “Sorry, princess,” he muttered, when he saw the misery knitted into your expression. The broad grin he wore was anything but apologetic, though. “Might’ve gotten carried away after all. Can’t help it – you always come to me, smellin’ like other men, and nobody ever lets me do anything about it.” He nuzzled into the inside of your thigh, nipping at the tender flesh with just enough force to break the skin. There was a tight pinch, of bright spark of pain, but Toji tended to the minimal wound lovingly, running his tongue over the thin stream of blood. “Gonna have you nice n’ scented by the end of the night.” A sharp whimper slipped past your grit teeth as the points of his fangs grazed over your skin, and Toji sighed. “Gonna have you nice n’ bred, too, if you keep making those sounds.”

Bred. Bred. Bred. You turned the offensive word over in your mind, unable to grasp what it possibly could’ve meant, as Toji carefully lowered you onto the ground – never so much as toying with the idea of fucking you into anything other than the cold, raw earth. It wasn’t until his clawed hand fell to the hard, pulsing cock standing stiffly between his legs that you were able to fully process what he’d said, what he was threatening to do to you. Your thoughts went blank, your years of veterinary school and countless hours of animal-handling training and common sense all dissolving into total nonexistence in an instant. It didn’t matter that he was taller than you, stronger than you – you were already throwing your full weight against him, scratching at his chest with your blunt nails, doing everything in your so incredibly limited power just to get away from him. Your latest wave of resistance wasn’t enough to overwhelm him, but it earned a frustrated rumble at the base of his throat, a downward quirk to his cocky smile. Your nails caught one of the puncture marks on his cheek and, reflexively, he straightened his back, brought his hand to his face, left just enough space between your body and his for you to roll onto your chest and scramble desperately towards freedom. You’d barely gotten your knees underneath you when his hand lashed out, catching you by the collar and forcing your cheek into the soil. His chest pressed into your back, his legs caging yours in on either side, and worst of all, his cock throbbed against your ass – somehow, impossibly, harder than it’d been a few seconds ago. You might’ve jotted it down as an impressive display of canine resilience, if you hadn’t felt so desolated.

“Shoulda figured you wouldn’t make this easy on yourself.” His voice was rougher than it had been, but no less self-satisfied. That made sense. Wolves were endurance predators. He would’ve come into this expecting there to be a struggle. “I thought you’d be more of a mate than a bitch, but—” He paused, his mouth settling against the nape of your neck. “—either’s fine by me.”

You clenched your eyes shut. “Please, Toji, don’t do—”

But, it was already too late. He rutted your ass once, then twice, before his tip caught on the entrance to your abused pussy and he was inside of you, fully sheathed without a trace of resistance.

Toji was big, even for a hybrid. He was a hunter, tried and true, all muscle and agility and pure, unfaltering strength. Even with his generous (albeit, unwelcomed) prep, it was all you could do to convince yourself that his cock wouldn’t tear you apart. He was thick enough to press against every soft and sensitive spot inside of you, long enough to leave a tight knot of pressure sitting in the pit of your stomach, and when he started to move, pulling out slowly before slamming back in, the force alone was enough to scatter little black spots in the corner of your vision and leave you hazy, light-headed. The way he was fucking into you didn’t help anything, either. Keening whines slipped out of some deep, feral pocket of his chest as he took advantage of your vulnerable cunt, alternating between grinding into you with a desperate sort of clinginess and trying to bully his way that much deeper with bruising, brutal thrusts. One arm wrapped around your midriff, dragging you even close to him, while a groping hand found the delicate buttons of your top and tore, ridding you of what was left of your protection against him. He kneaded half-consciously at your chest as he fucked into you; his own pleasure suddenly his only priority.

His selfishness should’ve been a welcome change, but you were too far gone, your body too eager to find a silver lining to his rough affection. Your hands clawed mindlessly at the ground as he pumped into you, the heat of his body against yours clouding your senses and making the feeling of cock stretching you open, his dull head pounding against your cervix all the more unbearable. You doubted he’d be able to talk, even if he’d had anything left to say, but he was still vocal enough. Raspy groans and harsh grunts rung distantly in your ears, his calloused hands groping mercilessly at your chest, your stomach, your waist. Finally, his thumb found its way to your neglected clit, and with less than a full second of stimulation, you were buckling into yourself, clamping down around his cock with a fractured whimper. As humiliated as you were, Toji wasn’t far behind. With something between a moan and a howl, he was cumming inside of you – predictably making no attempt to pull out. Something hot and vile flooded into you, but it was hard to focus on that when you could feel something hard and bloated and wrong press into your entrance. Toji’s breath hitched as he forced his knot into your tight cunt, and whatever hope you had for coming out of this unscathed curled up and died inside of you.

You could feel him slacken on top of you. You almost thought he would collapse like that, leave you locked to him and trapped under his weight, but instead, he nuzzled against the crook of your neck, his fangs ghosting over your throat before sinking into the soft flesh just underneath your jugular. He stayed like that, his knot splitting open your pussy and his teeth buried in your neck, until you lost any hope of him ever pulling away.

Exhausted, you shut your eyes, sinking into yourself. You’d been right, in a way. Toji wasn’t a bad dog.

He was just a terrible terrible man.

[dollfacefantasy]

Imagine a private anatomy class with college tutor!Zayne... it would be very educational of course. Just for the sake of medicine and research and having good grades.

zayne x fem!reader cw: nsfw (18+), smut, fingering, possibly incorrect scientific facts (i looked them all up but just in case)

“in order to complete the lesson, you need to remain still,” zayne directed, his voice calm and quiet like it always was.

“‘m trying,” you whined. “you’re not making it easy.”

“i’m doing exactly what you asked,” he said. “you told me you were having trouble retaining the facts from the textbook, even when i read them to you. you said you needed something more hands-on.”

that was true. you had said that on the phone to him last night when you called in a fit of anxiety, stressing beyond a healthy level about your upcoming anatomy test. your professor was a tough grader, it was multiple choice and written, timed as well. you could not get yourself to remember the vocab terms to save your own life (or grade point average).

you’d spent hours upon hours trying to label blank diagrams of the human body, attempting rewrites of your notes from memory, and downloading dozens of practice tests all to no avail.

luckily, you were blessed with a tutor in the form your boyfriend. he’d passed his anatomy courses with flying colors two semesters ago. and he knew you were struggling now. he’d offered to help. you’d just been too prideful and set on succeeding on your own.

however, barely getting by with a C on your last exam broke your will and pushed you to cut your losses. you had to do better next time if you wanted to pass the course with a grade high enough to advance.

this little tutoring session had started off normal. you’d prepped notecards, bookmarked your textbook, and spread an array of highlighters across the coffee table. but somehow you’d still ended up flat on your back with your ass in his lap and his fingers swirling around your clit.

his arm stayed hooked over your waist to keep you secure as he toyed with you. it held you in place despite your attempts to squirm.

“the clitoris has ten thousand nerve endings,” he mused as his fingers danced around your little swollen bud. “it’s the most sensitive organ on a woman’s body.”

“sounds about right,” you whimpered with a pointed look.

a faint smirk ghosted across his lips. “unlike other parts of the reproductive system, its sole purpose is to provide sexual pleasure.”

as a mark of punctuation, he gave your clit a gentle pinch. you arched your back off of the couch below and let out a whine.

he hummed, rewarding your noise with more pressure to that pulsing bundle of nerves.

“you’re getting so wet for me,” he said. his thumb delved lower to rub up and down over your slit.

“fuck,” you mewled. your chest heaved with heavier breaths as your hand came up to rub at your face.

his freehand pet soothing stripes onto your hip. “as you become sexually aroused, glands near the vaginal and urethral openings secrete lubrication-“

“to decrease friction during intercourse and improve the environment for a man’s sperm,” you finished.

“ah-ah. the cervical mucus aides the man’s sperm. technically a different fluid,” he corrected.

“oh whatever,” you pouted.

that smug look on his face grew, and he swiveled his hand so that his thumb was on your clit while his digits were level with your entrance.

“it’s alright, darling. your test isn’t for another week. i’ll make sure you get it by then,” he said just as his index and middle fingers slid inside of you.

a gasp burst from your lips. you shuddered as your body accommodated his intrusion. he pumped them back and forth slowly, giving you time to get used to the feeling.

your walls clenched around him in response. his thumb continued those tight little circles up above.

“fuck, zayne,” you whined.

without missing a beat, he went on. “the depth of the vagina ranges from about two and a half to six and a half inches.”

“wow,” you choked out. listening to his little lessons were beyond you at this point. he could spout off the most nonsensical points and you’d nod along just so he wouldn’t stop moving his hand.

luckily for you, that didn’t seem to be part of his plan. he kept up his movements at a consistent speed. he twisted his wrist, wagging his thumb over your clit. all you could do was dig your heels into the couch and curl your toes.

your body felt hot all over. the heat originated in your belly but it had spread throughout your limbs and up into your chest and neck. the weight of his stare only added to it. his piercing eyes were constantly on you, studying you through those thin glasses as if you were the subject of his teachings.

you had just acclimated to the constant stream of sensations flooding your body when he rotated his arm a certain way and curled his fingers within you. a burst of white hot bliss smacked into you, causing your hips to buck and a loud moan to flow from your mouth.

“did that feel good, sweetheart?” he asked, almost mocking.

you nodded eagerly, whining out “mhm” and clutching at his forearm.

“you know, experts debate the existence of the g-spot, but many people report the intense pleasure that comes with stimulating that area of the vagina” he practically purred.

then he nudged his fingers upwards again. and again. you nearly rolled off his lap from the force your body reacted with. his arm tightened around your waist just as your grip on his forearm did.

“are you close to release? your muscles are spasming and your breaths are getting faster. you’re sweating a little too,” he teased.

if it was anyone but zayne examining you so thoroughly, you might have felt embarrassed. but every word spoken in his silky tone of voice brought you closer to the euphoric edge.

you could barely get out a yes before you felt yourself burst. that heavenly feeling crashed into you hard and washed over you slowly at the same time. your heart skipped a beat or two as your lashes fluttered against your waterline.

he continued with his efforts throughout your high, working you through the climax with precise attention.

as you started to come down, he withdrew his digits from your hole and scooped you upright into his lap. his arms wrapped tight around your frame, and his lips pressed gentle kisses onto your temple.

“the quick rushes of hormones during sexual activity can leave you feeling particularly vulnerable afterwards. it’s important to have a partner that cares for you during that time,” he murmured.

you smiled and glanced up at him. “that’s not really anatomy.”

“it’s still important,” he said in return before kissing your lips.

you responded on instinct, and it was then that you realized in this position, you could feel a solid bulge pressing against your ass. you pushed your hips back slightly.

“i wanna care for my partner too,” you mumbled, pulling away to see his eyes.

he met your gaze and cupped your cheek, speaking lowly. “well if you’re in the mood for another lesson, i suppose we could go a little deeper.”

[nightlark100]

Stiles sets up a betting board rather early on, figuring it'll be something that might help the betas bond a bit. It started off with a few silly things but the main category quickly became 'what is going to try and kill us next'. The name was changed after Derek expressed concerns over how cavalier Stiles was about dying and instead became 'what is going to put us in danger next'. The rules were simple:

Each of them contributed to a pool.

Each beta was given the opportunity to change their pick after something tried to kill them or once a month (if things were quiet)

Winner got the contents of the pool

If there was no clear winner or if there was more than one and they didn't want to split it, pack could make an argument for why their pick was the closest.

Scott put down 'Peter betraying the pack'

Peter in retaliation put down 'Argents being Argents'

Both refused to change it.

Stiles put down 'Dereks love life'

Erica put down 'Stiles losing his mind in a haze of caffeine after too many sleepless nights researching'. Boyd silently added his name against that pick as well.

The problem was Stiles seemed to always get it right. No matter what he wrote down each time, it usually happened in some way.

Derek's love life - a barista he'd been tentatively flirting with at the coffee shop turned out to be a succubus

Extreme cold (mocked by the others for being written down in the middle of a heatwave)- an abominable snowman popped up and set off a cold spell that even werewolf heat and Isaac's scarves couldn't ward off

Scott's cooking - After breaking some of Melissa's kitchenware while trying to make a romantic meal for Allison (the exact details of how remain a mystery, although Isaac was involved) and replacing it with a new set from a cute little shop that seemingly popped up out of nowhere, the pack quickly found out that there was a poltergeist attached.

The only time he didn't put anything down, was when he got possessed. And Peter argued that he technically still got it right since the only thing in his section was his name... Which was accurate in its own way (Stiles was not pleased by this logic and refused to talk to anyone for a long time)

He began to get gradually weirder and weirder with his picks, not even really trying to win after a while. He was a little confused and concerned by his strange predictions and hoped that eventually it would get too absurd to possibly come true.

Musical theatre - a siren showed up and almost lured Isaac into the swimming pool with her voice.

Killer Tomatoes - Lydia ended up nearly choking on her salad

Hummus - Jackson managed to ingest poisoned hummus and became practically feral.

Puppies - Stiles woke up one day to a very stressed Derek with an armful of his now tiny canine betas. Stiles didn't mind that one so much.