#religious undertones

[inkthemandrake]

I pray with my hands bound that his sins don't define me

#fnaf #five nights at freddy’s #fnaf sun #fnaf moon #moondrop #sundrop #angst #tw religious themes #religious undertones #my art #digital art #ink arts #cute #art blog #ink art #ink draws #aesthetic #fanart

[m-u-n-c-h-y]

I've gone back and forth on this piece for months and I just can't anymore ;n; 

Anyway, here's my Courier committing a March 15th, but with a gun <3

#fallout new vegas #fnv #courier 6 #benny gecko #fnv courier #I'm so tired #This piece took me months #and I still hate how it turned out ;v; #love that #anyway #fan art #my art #religious undertones #well #undertones might be an understatement #got the munchy's?

[anemoi-i]

With Venti being the God of Freedom and all, I imagine that he even extends that to how he comforts others who are devout vs. those who are not and has different but meaningful words of comfort based on the situation. He never would look down on those that are not devout to Barbatos, that isn't his style (and we see his bitterness and what HE wants during Kaeya's hangout quest when it came to creating a new hymn, so it isn't farfetched).

So imagine for a second, you're a Mondstadter feeling down in the dumps and you come across this odd bard who sits next to you, asking you why you're this way. You somehow feel comforted enough to tell him what's going on, and then he asks ever so casually:

"How do you feel about Lord Barbatos?"

If you said something like, "I don't know" or "I don't really pray, sorry," Venti would find a more realistic way to comfort you. He'd call on the ways humans comforted each other and do so, having an eons worth of ways he could comfort you. Always genuine, he would respect your uncertainty when it comes to worship.

But if you claimed the opposite, you would see this odd bard suddenly grow all the wiser and serious. He'd talk about how the Archon is always watching and within his winds you would be comforted and protected and that you should always remember that if you found yourself in an endless plain alone and lost, Barbatos would be there to guide you back home.

And you wouldn't know that Venti would be referring to himself in first person as he's so accustomed to, but isn't it refreshing to know that you could deny your god's existence even though he is right in front of you? And that he would not rain punishment down on you?

#genshin impact #venti #venti headcanons #religious undertones #if you've read any of my fics this is one of my favorite venti hc's #txt #also it would probably make him a bit sad but he'd never force anything

[carbonatedlight]

Hiii!!! The words are from a book called “The Drowning Faith” (I’ve never personally read it, but this quote literally made me scream)

also feel free to interpret this anyway u want, I don’t rlly have an answer when it comes to what I meant when I was making it lol 🧙‍♂️🧙‍♂️🧙‍♂️

#penny arcade #tycho brahe #Brenna Brahe #religious undertones #first time rendering #Interpret this piece however #sorry for yapping

[whumpitisthen]

My Little Mortal

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"What a horrid little thing..."

The creature under their boot writhes in a wild panic, clawing at the ground. The pressure on its throat makes its face purple and its eyes bulge.

"Constantly nagging, crying, struggling — vile."

Through disdain crawls something unexpected; the longer they spend choking the wild thing at their feet, the more its futile, animalistic jerking and twitching in the dirt mesmerises them. Their eyes fill with amusement, and they let it wheeze a breath in, watching it shiver and curl into itself.

"Foolish, cowardly, weak. You do not have another purpose than to live a life of misfortune and misery. Forever useless, yet clinging onto your life like it is worth living at all."

They tower over it, observing its slender arms sliding over its head, hiding it behind a brittle shield of bone and flesh. Driven by instinct, not thought. It looks pathetic. They lean down to watch it better. It mewls like a worm.

"Your existence is miserable, don't you see? In front of a deity; all you can do is grovel and cry, lest they erase you from where you stand. Why do you insist on seeing me?"

Pitiful the thing may be, it comes back again and again to see them. Thinking it deserves anything more than punishment for even existing in the state it does is egregious. It doesn't deserve a morsel of attention from them, much less help, or a blessing.

Yet, when its breath returns to it, its trembling limbs position it back to its original kneeling state, bowing deep, putting its face back into the dirt to be tainted by gravel and mud. Its core beats like a rabbit's, much faster than intended. Its form shivers incessantly, its tears never stop flowing. It pants into the earth, and holds its hands together. It does not try to flee, though its body begs it to.

"So why do I keep you around?" — they ask themself, — "why do I keep humouring your sad little soul? I should have ceased your breathing the very first time you disgraced me by showing up at my home uninvited."

They dig its face deeper into the ground by stepping on the back of its head, only stopping when they cause more damage than intended as the thing panics and makes noises to alert them. They do not wish to crush its skull, however easy it would be. It is simply entertaining to remind it of such a fact; of how minuscule and defenceless it truly is. Even more so when it shows further submission as they stop crushing it further, and only put its arms back on the ground — no shoving and clawing, no yelling, no begging. Just a show of obedience. It is horribly disgusting.

"Oh, but what use would that be? To end you without a second thought. To feed my garden with your remains, perhaps. To water it with your blood, fertilise it with your... other bits."

An expression of distaste takes over their features, thinking of all the things that fill a mortal body. Foul things. Its fingers dig into the earth, perhaps in shame.

"...It has been a while since I've had someone to share a space with. My companions have long disappeared. It gets rather lonely. Dull."

What are they saying? Insinuating that they would ever take a creature like this to their divine home? Downright blasphemous.

Their foot crashes into the side of its chest, sending it flying across the mountain path. It rolls to a stop near the edge, wheezing. It is so easy to distress and mangle. Like a little toy. A pet.

"A pet... Something to keep boredom at bay. Something that brings joy to look at. Something to play with. That is an interesting thought."

Their musings fall on deaf ears as it tries and fails to pick itself back up again. Its lips are turning blue. The rain must not be helping it function well. As it coughs and splutters, they near again, causing the hairs to stand on their ends on the back of its neck. It crawls back on its knees to the best of its ability, leaning to the side and ending up back on the ground once again before they could even make it to it. It looks like it knows it is going to die here. Still, it does not struggle out of cowardice, only instinct. Wild, animalistic instinct drives its muscles to constrict in intricate ways that has their own core buzz with a fascinating warmth.

"I'm certain you would like that. Why else would you be so adamant on seeing me? You wish to become my servant. No — you simply wish to become mine."

They lean down to grab a hold of its hair, pulling it up without issue as it cries out. It dares not look at them, shutting its eyes hard enough they are certain it hurts. Silly thing. Endearing. They pay no mind to its noises.

"Is that what you want? To become useful under my gaze. To please your god. Are you so desperate for a change, you would be happy to suffer under my care, as opposed to your life's myriad of pains?"

They give a shake to it, willing it to answer. When it only manages to slur and stutter, its tears and the rain washing the grime off its face in tandem, they grip its hair hard enough to make it scream. They realise it must not be able to speak because of its agony, so they let it fall back in the dirt, knots of hair floating down to them from their relaxed fist.

It struggles some more, whimpering pathetically, then curls up again. That won't do.

"Answer me, vermin rot. Or are you not intelligent enough to even speak?"

Their words are enunciated with more kicks aimed at its torso. Though lighter, they still shake its whole body like lighting. Further silence leads to further impatience, resulting in fingers crushed under the sole of a boot. It shrieks, then abruptly falls silent.

"Have I killed it? Could it be so weak, such a light punishment would end it?"

Upon further observation, its core still beats. Its lungs still breathe. Yet, it feels as if it died.

"Peculiar... It is half dead. Asleep? How can you fall asleep in the rain, hurting? Have your instincts stopped working?"

As expected, no answer. They wonder for a moment. If they leave it, it may very well die from the harsh winds and rain. Maybe another creature will find it and feast on its flesh. Taking it seems unbecoming of someone of their stature. To take it to their home, keep it there. But what else could they do? Leaving it seems wasteful, but they do not care enough to bring it back to its own settlement. Not to mention, they have grown to like this one. It is entertaining, and funny. It feels wrong to let it die like this.

"To let you erode, or bring you with me. Is it even a choice," — they mutter to themself, voice full of begrudging acceptance, — "you have wormed your way into my mind like the rat you are, and now I cannot get you out. If you want so badly to stay with me for eternity to give yourself over to me so foolishly, so be it. As I have said already..."

They pick up its freezing body, holding it closer than any other deity has held a mortal before. They feel ridiculous, but a certain excitement settles into their stomach, sending waves of joy through them.

"It gets rather lonely here, all on my own. And it is only fitting, don't you think, that I punish you by giving you exactly what you wanted."

They turn to begin their journey back home, its limp body swinging with each step.

"My attention, as it was all you have ever wanted, will be given to you. And in return, you will give me your body, to do with as I please."

They realise that it likely can't hear them right now, yet they do not mind. Their own loneliness might be a deeper chasm than they originally thought, for them to be speaking to the half corpse of a mortal. They decide they do not care.

"I will ruin you, my little mortal. That is a promise. Your blessing; divine acknowledgement."

They watch its fascinatingly relaxed face, listen to its body's weak machinations. They steam in the rain, willing some warmth to enter the mortal. They will not let it die now. It's too late for that. No, they will keep it alive at all costs.

"And you will thank me for it all."

#whump #whumblr #whump writing #creepy whumper #intimate whumper #my writing #fear #sadistic whumper #hand whump #choking #beating #religious undertones #nonhuman whumper #pet whump #hypothermia #power dynamics #fucky relationship #holy Frick i wrote something #and i like it #incredible job me #thanks me #god complex #once again im back on my power dynamics with nonhuman whumpers bullshit #i will never stop

[everexus]

we are burned men in female form made from flesh and fat in the vision of the challenger unbeknownst to our mothers we are not as we appear as lambs in the wolfs coat we are taught that we are takers of our predators fur lavish in the coat of the oppressor they think they know what we are weak, naive creature, you are born easy to deceive lingering whispers to convince us of our wool eyed nature and unwordly minds little girl, have you forgotten your place on this earth born of the hooved flesh, who are you to forget how you are made they dont see your being as your reality your existence is a threat, and a threat is the first step of war your truth is a revelation, and a revelation is realization of revolution to come you of the flesh and fat, the burned man in female form the challenger has a vision for you, against all mothers will breathe it in dont be afraid of what you dont know

#writing #writer #poetry #prose #original writing #transphobia #tw transphobia #anti transmasculinity #allegory #symbolism #religious undertones #??? #transgender #transmasculine

[fleursfairies]

i may not be super religious but ooo girl they do have some banger movies

#movies w religious undertones #not like...religious movies yk #soul surfer #o brother where art thou #carrie #i looked these ones up on google -> #the chronicals of narnia #narnia #star wars #the lord of the rings #religion #religious undertones #movies #movie #film #george clooney #anna sophia robb

[moss-sheep]

part two, I'm becoming slowly obsessed with these guys, I'll probably make a poll for their names later

I'm gonna be posting silly little things about them too, me n my partner are developing a story abt them :]

(total time: 1 hr 20 mins)

#cw blood #tw blood #blood #tw gore #cw gore #gore #tw injury #cw injury #injury #sacrificial lamb #predator and prey #religious undertones #unhealthily obsessed w these two #digital art #art #digital painting

[embolalia-poetry]

OF TEARS, embolalia.

#oh you obviously know that christian religious imagery is absolutely my shit #i fucking dig it #like a lot #i did actually go to catholic school without having been exposed to religion prior to my insertion into the world that is catholic school #i think this explains things about it #poetry #poem #writing #text #embolalia #cut and paste #collage #does anyone actually read the tags? #poems with religious overtones #religious undertones #and religious tones...

[wildlife4life]

For the wips Break the loop

So as stated before this fic is currently abandoned. Honestly can't say if I'll ever go back to it. We'll see. Anywho... here is another snippet.

Eddie internally rolled his eyes.  Evan wasn’t lost.  He was running. Most likely hiding out until the nosy town members pulled their attention away. Mr. Nash nodded but was probably thinking the same as Eddie. “Yea, he’ll come around eventually, so introductions can be made later. Robert Nash, but everyone calls me Bobby or Cap.” He stuck a large hand out. Both the Mayor and his father shook it.  “Welcome to Harmony Bobby.  I’m Gavin Johnson, we spoke on the phone.  This here is our pastor, Ramon Diaz.” “Ah, thank you for coming out here to meet me, Father Diaz.” Ramon laughed and shook his head, “None of that here. Just call me Ramon.  Guess this means we’ll be seeing you and your son on Sunday?” Bobby grimaced slightly and rubbed the back of his neck, “Ah well, you will most definitely see me. But my son… look I’m going to be perfectly honest here. Evan hasn’t had the easiest life before I adopted him, so his outlook on belief and God is,” he shook his head. Eddie, alongside his father and the Mayor starred at the fire captain in surprise.  Shannon just looked mildly interested but wasn’t too bothered by this whole situation. “Oh, Evan isn’t biologically yours?” Mr. Johnson asked. It was completely insensitive and rude, and Eddie almost smacked the mayor in the back of the head.  “Mayor Johnson, I suggest you apologize.” Ramon reprimanded, “A child does not need to share blood to be loved.”

WIP Tag Game

#ashley answers #wip tag game #my wip #buddie #buddie fic #teen buddie #small town #pastor's son eddie #adopted buck #evan buckley #eddie diaz #bobby nash #bobby nash is buck's dad #religious undertones #abandoned fic

[the--short--one]

(I swear to fuck, tumblr keeps tanking my image quality T_T)

Had a weird dream about this giant gothic(?) building in a hellfire(?) landscape, with a tiny hooded figure entering into the red light… no idea what it means but it was too cool not to visualise so

#art #artwork #digital art #digital illustration #original art #digital painting #weird dreams #drawing dreams #hellfire #gothic architecture #hell fanart I guess #epic #religious undertones #in a way? #idk #there’s a certain vibe

[sucker4punishment]

reds, whites, blacks, and pinks

#tumblr aesthetic #aesthetic #photography #photos not mine #pinterest #religious undertones #hearts #cars #paintings #fashion #grunge #red aesthetic

[anaveragesopha]

I made a thing :) (my first ever edit)

#destiel #dean #cas #deancas #castiel #spn #supernatural #spn famdom #spn fanworks #dean winchster #castiel novak #edit #fan edit #holy #zolita #religious undertones

[whumpitisthen]

Auden's Story

Main Masterlist

Hell has consumed Earth as we know it. The Fallen are highly sought after as they are defenceless, weak and precious. They aren't meant to survive, and Auden doesn't expect his life to go on for much longer either. Fortunately — or rather unfortunately, — it seems someone special will not let him go that easily...

Character refs: 1

Grim: 1

General cw: creepy/intimate whumper, sadistic whumper, carewhumper, angel whumpee, demon whumper, gore, torture, abuse, manipulation, power dynamics, cannibalism (?), religious undertones and fucky headspaces related to god and such, (fantasy) medwhump, I'll add more as we go i guess

0. The Prelude - Auden's fall

1. Mercy

2. Thoughts of Resentment - direct continuation of Mercy

3. Death Comes Knocking - cont. from Thoughts of Resentment

4. The Shepherd Wolf - cont. from Death Comes Knocking

5. Mori - cont. from The Shepherd Wolf, Auden meets a friend :)

6. A Lesson in Selfishness - cont. from Mori, Auden learns how to eat things! :)

7. Bloodhound - after A Lesson in Selfishness, Grim's pov, introducing his majesty

8. Brazen Arrogance - direct cont of Bloodhound, we finally meet some humans, His Majesty is not happy

Related:

Sickeningly Sweet Ichor - an angel boy with a demon owner, very eerie and more horror than whump but i think thats a plus actually [this is older, but moved to auden’s horribly hurty adventures, im sure theres no reason for that dont worry about it]

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[wordsthatsuffocateme]

god can do what he wants with me

send a flood, plagues, or turn me to salt

but only one man has earned my fear

and anything is better than a father

#words that suffocate me #poetry #poem #poet #poets of tumblr #sad poetry #trauma #actuallytraumatized #actually cptsd #core #religious trauma #religious undertones

[thoughtsonhurtandcomfort]

I wanna see what the hunters would do with a shrunken Daero >:)

I love, LOVE, that within like...minutes of me turning on the metaphorical shrink ray, an anon comes for Daero. Poor boy is such an easy target.

Content warnings: demon whump, tiny whump, captivity, torture, cruelty, 'it' as a pronoun, vague religious undertones

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To the humans the only downside is having to be careful not to kill it.

Otherwise, the spell to reduce their prisoner to the size of a doll is inspired. Tormenting it was growing dull and this is just the renewed enthusiasm they need.

But where to even start?

They give it a few days to heal from months of mistreatment. Its body is little more than a bump beneath the threadbare blanket on its cot, only emerging for food and water.

Another plus - they can feed it even less.

When the time comes, the leader of the devout humans insists on doing the honors while the others watch. They stand around in a circle and mumble prayers while at the center the robed man lifts the squirming demon by its hair over a bowl of holy water.

He dips Daero in agonizingly slowly, feet first. The demon thrashes and begs while its skin sizzles at the burn. Its desperate cries are cut off sharply when its head disappears under the water.

When the man lifts it out once more, the demon hangs limp. It starts to cough and sputter and groan, but has already lost the strength or will to lift its arms.

Two others wash it off in regular water and lay it out on an altar. The cold marble against the demon's back makes it shiver. Its skin still prickles with the burn of the holy water. Now more than ever it is completely exposed, raw, vulnerable...

"Now that it has been cleansed," the leader says to the gathered group. "Where should we begin?"

#oop i didn't mean to cliffhanger it #open to suggestions #demon whump #tiny whump #torture #captivity #cruelty #burns #holy water #religious undertones #it as a pronoun #whump writing #my writing #my ocs #daero #prompt fill