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themisteriousentity · 9 months
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You know, people forget that Soldier, Poet, King is a Christian song depicting different aspects of Jesus, but it sure is interesting to see that the fandom almost universally makes Dimitri the Soldier, Claude the Poet, and Edelgard the King
However, I argue a different order
*le gaspu*
Dimitri is still the soldier, but I think Claude and Edelgard should switch. I think Edelgard is the Poet and Claude is the King
Hear me out
Dimitri, we all know why he's the Soldier. I don't think we need to explain that. I don't need to get into the bible analysis, man LITERALLY tears cities down, oh lei oh lai oh lord
Edelgard is a very well spoken person. When she's actually given room to voice her ideas, despite being wrong because she's got just the tip of the iceberg of the true history, she can managed to convince almost anyone. In both games, she manages to convince most of her empire, which is FULL of very devout followers of Seiros and Sothis, to attack the Central Church and follow her lead. For a person who doesn't know much better, she's very damn convincing. She just doesn't do it very often, and she's terrible at listening when people try to counter her ideas (her argument with Dimitri and Azure Moon really highlights this when he tries to open a dialogue). But the important thing there is also that this is a role she chooses to take on in both games. If you look at the Poet, this easily relates to the start of Jesus's ministry in the bible, taking down establishments left and right on his word alone. Edelgard convinces her country to follow her on her accusations alone (as she was only 18 when she started the war and even as emperor she had to talk many ministers into following her lead or nothing would've happened without ministers like Count Bergliez and Count Hevring that she convinced), slaying the church with her tongue
Meanwhile, the King easily relates far more to Claude than the Poet. Claude doesn't really spend a lot of time convincing people of his ideals or talking them into anything aside from explaining his ambitions to Byleth and Shez, and depending on your supports in some ways to Leonie and Lorenz. Unlike Edelgard, Claude is in a situation he didn't ask for. He has a war thrust upon him and a conflict with a massive religious body that breeds prejudice to contend with. As an outsider who is deeply untrusted, he has to fight tooth and nail just to keep the Alliance whole. All the meanwhile he's constantly having insults thrust upon him by his own people, and in certain routes he's completely abandoned by one of the largest political players in his nation. The crown of thorns was not a burden Jesus chose to accept, like the burden of war Edelgard created and thrust upon the world, but was something thrusted upon him that he then had to deal with. It's easy to see that Claude never wanted to contend with this war and only stays because he HAS to, for the sake of both Almyra and Fódlan, despite knowing all he's doing is keeping things stable while not fixing the situation. But in the end he's still prepared to sacrifice everything to try and make the world better. In Houses, he even plans for his own death to protect the people of the Alliance, the people who fought against him and rejected him the most. In Hopes, he settles on working with people he fundamentally disagrees with and dislikes for the sake of protecting Fódlan. With a character progression like that, it just feels like the ruler who his brow laid in thorn, anointed in oil, that tracks to Claude much better than Edelgard
But hey, that's just my opinion. Wow, who knew being dragged to church kicking and screaming against my will would come in handy for a strategy JRPG
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yanderemommabean · 1 year
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Good southern Christian August catching feelings for the quiet new guy in town that also happens to be the only atheist in town.
Most of the other towns folk don't like him due to this and the fact he's an "outsider". It doesn't help that he actively avoids interacting with people which is frankly rude.
After managing to befriend the new boy, August finds out the boy has some kind of trauma related to religion and feels uncomfortable being near a church or talking about religion. He's also quite introverted in general.
He doesn't really mind that most of the towns folk don't like him, it's not like he plans on living here. He's only visiting a relative that lives in town for a couple of weeks and then he's heading back home to the city. He's glad he met August though, probably the first Christian he's met that wasn't a bigoted jackass.
August is simply a man who respects and does his best to understand, and you not having a religion is no problem for him! he just doesn't want to make you uncomfortable or intrude on accident when he tries to be sweet or give some gifts here and there.
He's a bit mad at the town for being so uptight, but he knows they're simply too in their own heads to ever see how the real world works. He won't let them get you down, trust him! He'll give them a piece of his mind so they leave you alone, and in return all he asks is that you let him teach you how to make his momma's peach cobbler or buy you a glass of sweet tea.
-Mommabean
((imma throw this in here too but I just picture August really excited to show you the newborn animals on his farm and trying his best not to seem like a happy golden retriever about it))
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theminecraftbee · 2 years
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When Wels stops speaking, Xisuma is quiet for a while.
“Isn’t that from like, twelve-step programs? I’m not sure how it’s relevant,” Xisuma says, finally.
“X,” Wels says.
“I mean, and also, I don’t even know if I believe in any kind of god. I mean, I know the universe, and it says it loves us, but beyond that, who’s to say? It’s a philosophical question, mostly. I’ve thought about it a lot before. But really, does it apply if I don’t know any higher being? Other than us, I guess. We’re higher beings. We change the universe. Gosh, that’s a lot.”
“X,” Wels says again, a little more insistently.
“And besides, isn’t it - isn’t it all just an aphorism? A... no, that’s not the right word, a... a truism! Something that says a lot but sort of means nothing? A platitude. I mean -”
“X,” Wels says again, and Xisuma stops talking. He looks down. “X, I’m worried about you, and it’s helped me before. That’s all. I’m worried. I thought you could use... I don’t know, some serenity.”
“So you told me the serenity prayer.”
“I think... I think you could use reminding that sometimes, how someone treats you, that isn’t your fault. And you couldn’t have changed it. And you need to...”
“I mean, personally -” Xisuma starts, but he stops when he sees the pained, hopeless expression on Welsknight’s face.
“I just - you won’t say the words. I’m trying to give you them,” Wels says. “I can’t say that I - it’s different with me and him, but. I just.”
“The serenity to accept that which I can’t change,” Xisuma says, after a moment.
“The strength to change what you can. The wisdom to know the difference,” Wels finishes. “Just. Think about it. It wasn’t -”
“Okay. Okay, I’ll think about it,” Xisuma says easily. “Okay.”
“Alright. And talk to us slightly more than you have been.”
“I’m being social! Or at least, as much as I ever am?”
“I know, X. Just... humor me a little. It’s not the same, but I know...”
Xisuma sighs. “Okay. I will.” He’s not sure what words will be the right ones, or if he’ll be okay when he does, but he supposes he must, if Wels is really worried about him after everything that had happened in the Evil Empire. He supposes he must.
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flutteringfable · 6 months
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traveler, remembering biblical stories from earth: you’re never gonna believe this
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noxcomnia-a · 1 year
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@coeguale​ asked: “ you’d accept a caress from the same hands that leave you bruised, just to feel warm.  ”  beast dazai for fedya
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" OH? WOULD YOU NOT DO THE SAME? "
YOU SOFTLY CHUCKLE TO YOURSELF AS YOUR HEAD CANTS. Dazai is a funny one. Smart, Clever, ​​​​​​​always in your way. Most of all, he was usually right in his presumptions. You suppose they could be named facts in that case, but it is human nature to be attracted to warmth. The garden of Eden was undoubtedly warm and the embrace of the lord and savior would be so warm it'd burn, but you believe that pain is love. Surely Dazai would relate to such a sentiment, but to ever agree with you would mean that he was to be vulnerable and neither of you can have that. Your game of cat and mouse would be ruined if you were to agree on too many things. If he agreed with you out loud it'd make him realize one of two things ... he'd either have to accept you are just as human as he is, or he'd have to accept that he is just as stained and inhuman as you are. (Perhaps co-existing as both are possible. To be human and monster.)
Even if you were a monster, you know your lord would still love you.
" Perhaps we are the same in that vein... Running back to be bruised over and over. The sweet feeling of the burning warmth of someone who doesn't even care if you live or die. " Your hand coming up to stroke the other cheek as you lean into his ear " The only difference is that one of us is honest about it and the other is lying. Now tell me, маленький котёнок, Which one are you? "
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honey-with-tea · 2 years
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My tags
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More will be added, due to the fact that I never shut up and like organizing
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rottendust · 7 months
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larks-birdhouse · 10 days
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some blackout poetry from a homophobic christian post <3 the last one is what was left if i turned on all the layers at once
please do not try to find or harass this person. they are likely just uneducated and do not deserve to be dogpiled
top to bottom, left to right
transcript 1: “Please pay for transgender top surgery. We are poor”
transcript 2: “transgender gay blasphemers slay pop off”
transcript 3: “transgender gays are cool We are all swag”
transcript 4: “transgender”
(tagging @fixing-bad-posts because their blog inspired this! thank you for your work <3)
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aalghul · 16 days
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jason doesn’t feel guilty for the murders he committed!!! he can’t feel catholic guilt or want repentance or atonement for something he doesn’t feel guilt about! and there are dozens of religions we could explore jason in that would be so much more fun than catholicism or any type of christianity
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wolfythewitch · 1 month
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What's your thoughts on "Biblical fanfiction" like Good Omens, Lucifer of Hazbin Hotel?
I mean the same thoughts I have of the divine comedy. It's transformative enough. I don't really have any opinions lmao the bible has entered public domain years ago and the concepts in it are bangers, it's not odd that people would like to explore them
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soullessjack · 8 months
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what if we kissed in the Garden of Gethsemane after the last supper and I did not refuse your treacherous kiss which identified me to the police of Sanhedrin but instead I kissed you in return to show that I still love you and forgive you for betraying me and we were both boys
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proxima-writes · 7 months
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Title: No Closer Could I Be To God
Pairing: Post-outbreak!Joel Miller x Female Reader
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 1.3k
Summary:
The closest he’s been to a god in these last few miserable years has been between your thighs.
Dear Reader:
This one is for the homies with religious trauma. If you enjoy this little fic, please comment or reblog! Title art is "Through Cataclysm" by Andreas Birath (b. 1974).
Warnings:
explicit sexual content (18+ MDNI), infidelity, no use of y/n, no reader description or age, single POV - Joel, post-outbreak Jackson, heavy religious themes and imagery, unprotected p in v, oral sex - f receiving, dirty talk, pet names, begging.
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Joel Miller gave up on the notion of a benevolent god around the time the light faded from his daughter’s eyes and he was left to hold her lifeless body. Since then, he’s only seen glimpses of that former goodness in the world — in Tess and the way she fought tooth and nail for their survival and in Ellie, once she quit being such a pain in the ass.
But perhaps the closest he’s been to a god in these last few miserable years has been between your thighs.
“Joel!” You cry out, squirming beneath his tight grip. He’s got you laid out on the work bench, thighs hugging his head as he licks and sucks your clit until you’re singing his praises. The storage shed is hot, sweat gathering at his neck and beading at his temple and making his fingers slip against your damp skin.
“Shhh, baby,” he murmurs, dragging his mouth away from your center and licking his lips to gather every drop of you from his flesh. “You’re fuckin’ loud today.”
“Sorry,” you whisper, voice breathy as your chest heaves with desperate breaths. “It’s been too long.”
“I know,” Joel agrees, standing up and leaning forward to steal a kiss, your hot mouth opening immediately for his tongue to explore. You taste like shitty instant coffee and mint, his favorite flavor as long as you're the source. “‘M sorry.”
Your fingers play with the hair at the nape of his neck, nails scratching against his scalp. He drags his lips across your jaw, down your neck, sinking his teeth briefly against your pulse point to make you shiver.
The modest dress you’re wearing is rucked up around your waist and Joel reaches down to slip his fingers past the elastic of your underwear, sinking two digits inside of you and groaning at how tight you are, how warm and wet you get for him. Your quiet whimper reaches his ears and he wishes he could hear you without restraint, wishes he knew how loud you could be. He’s fairly certain it’s as close to a choir of angels he could ever get.
Especially since he’s destined for hell. But that’s neither here nor there. Right now, he’s in heaven.
He removes his fingers, reaching up to slip them past your lips for a quick clean. Your tongue glides across his fingertips and your eyelids flutter shut as he uses his free hand to work his belt open with clumsy movements. He shoves his jeans and boxers down his hips, just enough to expose the hard length of his cock.
Joel pulls his hand away from your face, using his spit slick fingers to pump himself. With his other hand, he reaches into the chest pocket of his flannel shirt for his knife.
Your eyes go wide as he pops the blade open, slipping the cold steel beneath the elastic of your panties and tugging sharply. The fabric snaps, echoing your gasp, your mouth dropped open in surprise. He doesn’t give you long to recover, sliding his cock through your wet folds and smiling in satisfaction as your expression shifts from incredulity to pleasure.
“You ready?” Joel grunts, his tip catching at your entrance. You nod your head rapidly, but he’s in the mood to hear you beg. “Words, sweetheart.”
“Please, Joel,” you murmur. Your lashes glisten with captured tears and the sight makes his blood run hot. “Please, please, please!”
Joel presses forward, sinking into your body with ease. You have one hand on the workbench behind you to support yourself but the other grips his shoulder tightly, fingernails sure to leave little indents in his skin even through the fabric of his shirt.
“Christ,” he hisses, dropping his head into the crook of your neck. “Always feel so fuckin’ good. How is it always so fuckin’ good?”
“Need you to move,” you reply. “Please, Joel.”
And what is he if not your good and faithful servant?
Joel draws his hips back and thrusts sharply, lifting his head to watch your face as he does. This is his favorite part, staring into the Garden of Eden, enjoying his forbidden fruit. You whimper and moan, teeth digging into your bottom lip to keep quiet.
When he feels that knot of pleasure coiling tight in his belly, he curses and chases it all at once. It’s always over too soon when all he wants is to worship at your altar for eternity.
“Angel,” he murmurs, wrapping an arm around your low back as your own circle his shoulders. “Need you to come for me, baby.”
You whine, high and petulant. “No, no, no,” you chant, “Not yet.”
Joel leans forward to capture your lips with his, the action more of a sharing of breath that lacks any coordination of a proper kiss. He slips his hand between your bodies to circle your clit, the responding moan swallowed by his greedy mouth.
“Good thing you don’t make the rules,” he grunts, hips stuttering as you begin to squeeze around him. He may not inherit the kingdom of god, but he at least got a glimpse of heaven today.
Your legs drop from around his waist and he lifts his head to find your gaze. He always worries what he’ll see — disgust, guilt, and shame have all been reflected back at him before. But today…today you just smile softly, your skin damp with sweat and your lips swollen from his kisses and your teeth.
“Joel,” you murmur, pressing a palm to his cheek. “I have to go.”
Joel nods, knowing you’re right. He’s kept you long enough. Gray light filters through the dirt caked window of the little shed and you should get back to your home to get ready for Sunday service.
“I’ll see you around,” he replies, wrapping a hand behind your neck to pull you forward and give you one last hungry kiss before stepping away to right his pants. He holds a hand out to you to help you down from the work bench and watches as you fix your dress.
You give him one last watery smile before leaving through the flimsy wooden door. It slams back against the frame, the sound sharp to Joel’s ears. He sighs, counting to himself as he catalogs the spiderwebs and rusted tools in the shed.
There’s a flash of white in the corner of his eye. The mangled fabric of your panties sits discarded on the ground, and he leans forward to pick them up, pocketing them. For what, he’s not sure, but he’ll take any piece of you he can get.
Even if it’s just the part you’ve carelessly left behind.
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Later, your husband stands at the dented podium to deliver his Sunday morning sermon to the good people of Jackson who still turn to religion for comfort and guidance. Joel isn’t one of those people, but he sits on a rough wooden bench across the aisle from you. Your panties are still tucked away in his pocket and he wonders if you’ve cleaned up already, or if you’re still full of him even as you sit there watching your husband.
“…And we see this spoken of in Proverbs 7:25 — ‘Do not let your heart turn to her ways or stray into her paths. Many are the victims she has brought down; her slain are a mighty throng. Her house is a highway to the grave, leading down to the chambers of death’.”
Joel looks towards you as the words settle among the crowd. Your gaze remains steadfastly on your husband, but your hands move restlessly in your lap. When Joel looks up at the podium, he finds your husband’s righteous glare trained on him.
Maybe Joel was wrong. He hasn’t found heaven in you.
He’s just found a deeper hell.
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flutteringfable · 6 months
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i am being so serious when i say i would have a more spiritual experience at a hozier concert than i would in a church service. i feel more compelled to raise my hands while singing francesca than i do when i listen to something like awesome god. something something religious trauma something something.
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Does it ever hit you that Martha sat down in New New York and told the Doctor that she needed his honesty more than she needed to go home and that religious music played in the background at that scene and it was almost framed as a confession, in the most religious sense, and go a little bit feral? That as early as her third episode, she was framed as his equal, equally divine, equally a doctor, able to confront him, able to make him honest, able to sympathize with him, able to abide with him? That so few companions have ever spent so much time in one time period with the Doctor (1969/1913, for example), being with him/her, not running, just staying? That for every fucking thing Ten did wrong as John Smith/after coming back to himself in Human Nature/Family of Blood, he trusted her enough to leave himself vulnerable and human in her care, because he trusted her as a Doctor, because she was just as much a Doctor as he was? That Martha was, more than any other companion of the Tenth Doctor's, his equal, that her final speech about not being second was not just talking about her not being second best to Rose but about being second best to him? That she finally understood what had been true from the moment that they met and she closed Stoker's eyes and the Doctor realized that she had not just bravery and cleverness but a kindness that he had forgotten, that Martha Jones, more than anything else, has been and always will be The Doctor?
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staliaqueen · 19 days
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Mal's Avatar: The Last Airbender rewatch: The Fortuneteller 1.14
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weird-an · 3 months
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Billy: It's Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve.
Steve: …
Billy: It's Billy and Steve. Who is this Adam guy-
Steve: Are you fucking serious?
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