#reject saints

[mt07131]

The collaborations of the summer are here! Under the banner of Reject Saints, enjoy a new imagining on your rock favorites with Tell All Your Friends

Had the idea this morning, so imagine a cover album with all of your favorite @infamous-if MCs

Credits below the cut

Spotify template by @uservalerian

Remi belongs to @quinnorion

Hayden (Adonis) and Diandra belong to @djsxm

Noire (Syreni) and Zuri belong to @gldnhrtd

Arabella belongs to @mr-darcysgf

Zeynel belongs to @stubbornaries

#infamous if #infamous #infamous game #infamous cog #infamous mc #reject saints #maeve divine #this was so much fun to do #thank you besties for entrusting your little guys to me #i've been waiting to use this spotify template forever so it just works out #and as usual with my infamous playlists #suspend disbelief and pretend they're covers <3 #the power of imagination

[sleepy-writes-stuff]

DP X DC WRITING PROMPT #9

(An idea I had late last night when I should have been sleeping)

(#) = Notes at the end of post

(*) = Just me building off of other ideas

✦

Lost Children Saved by the Lost

After being rejected by his parents and almost captured for experimentation, Danny escapes into the Ghost Zone. He wanders listlessly for nobody knows how long. It could have been days, months, years, but he wouldn't know how much time had actually passed.

He missed his friends, his sister, hell even his bully. However, the longer he wandered, the more he began to forget their voices, their facial features. Everything. He couldn't even remember what his obsession was. He wandered so long that the only thing he remembered was the aching and devastating feeling of his parents rejection of half of himself.

Eventually growing bored of the neverending expanse of the Ghost Zone, he takes a random portal and winds up in the DC Universe. Although, not in modern times. He finds himself hundreds of years in the past but couldn't find it in himself to care.

At least until he hears the cries of a child in distress. He goes searching and finds a little boy, weeping while curled up on the filthy ground, begging for his parents. The boy was emaciated, clearly not having had food in a very long time. His core jolted and ached at the pitiful cries. Was this his obsession? What was he supposed to do?

He only hesitates for a moment before he approaches the crying boy.(1) The boy flinches at the movement of shadows before looking up to meet the aurora green eyes of a man made of starlight.

"Hello, little one." He greets softly, automatically speaking the boy's language he heard only moments before. (2) "What's wrong?"

The boy is quiet as he wearily examines the man before him. Long hair the color of snow illuminated by moonlight. Olive skin that seemed to have a blue tint to it. The pointed ears and the loose, black clothes that seemed to have the cosmos playing across them. The most striking of all the man's features, however, were the rays of blue-green light flowing from his back like the tails of comets racing across the night sky. Despite the light they exuded, the wings seemed to absorb the heat from the air, letting off a cool but pleasant temperature. (3) The boy gazed cautiously into the man’s eyes, looking past his odd features, and found only kindness as well as a strange, deep-seated sadness. No matter how his mind said no one can be trusted, his gut said the man meant no harm. He decided to respond to the strange man's question.

"My parents," he began, stopping to wet his painfully dry lips. "They don't have money for food. They left me here because I am too much of a burden to keep."

The boy looked down, avoiding the man's eyes as if ashamed. His words made the man's core ache even more than before, vague and foggy memories flashing briefly behind his eyes. His core pulsed in his chest, urging him to do something. He didn't know what exactly, so he simply said the first thing that came to mind.

"Now that won't do. How about we look for others who would take care of you instead?" He said as he gently picked up the small boy and carried him cradled in his arms. The boy stares up at him as the man walked with his head held high and looking forward.

"Who are you, mister?"

The man's eyes became clouded as he mulled over the question before answering, carefully measuring his words.

"I've long forgotten what my name was. It's been so long since anyone's called me by it." He said, with sadness coloring his tone. They walked in silence for a couple of seconds before the man seemed to brightened a little. He looked at the little boy with soft, green eyes and a smile. "Why don't you choose a name for me, little one?"

The boy gained a look of concentration as he took the request seriously. The man continued walking in silence as he let the boy think, eyes forward as he searched for a family to take the boy in. His core was tugging him towards one particular house, practically singing as he came to a stop in front of the door. (4) He leaned down to gently set the boy on his feet before he himself kneeled to the boy's level.

Hands on either side of the boy's face, he kissed the child's forehead. Silently, he placed a blessing on the boy, a faint glow that went unseen to mortal eyes. He wished for the boy to know true love and happiness. For his parent's abandonment to leave no scars on his mind or in his heart. With that, he stood up once again and knocked on the door.

"Goodbye, little one. I've done what I can." He said as he turned to walk away.

"Wait!" The boy called out. The man stopped and looked back with a curious light in his eyes, the stars on his clothes seeming to briefly brighten as well. Once the boy saw he had his attention again, he continued.

"I thought of a name for you. If you'd like to hear it?" He askes hopefully.

The starlit man smiled, before nodding. "I'd be happy to hear what you've come up with."

The boy brightened up before opening his mouth to speak once more, hurrying as he heard footsteps approaching from the other side of the door.

"What do you think of..." (5)

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Whelp. That was interesting.

Notes:

(1) Should the boy be an actual character that's established in the DC Universe or just a random child?

(2) When I thought of this, I was thinking Danny wound up somewhere in Ancient Rome. So, I think he'd be speaking Latin here.

(3) Comets are made of stardust and ice, which means they are also cold instead of hot. At least until they're warmed by the sun. I thought it was quite fitting, honestly. They also are often seen to give off a blue-green color! How cool it that? Ha!

(4) Danny's obsession is so ragged and starved after wandering for so long that it latches onto the first thing it could to give it a jumpstart. Protecting lost children (lost in one way or another) and leading them to families who would actually care for them. He is the one who urged Martha and Johnathan Kent to adopt Clark. He helps Billy Batson eventually find a forever home. This even plays a role in how Bruce meets each of the Robins. Jason will be the first and only child Danny ever fails to give a permanent home to because of Jason's feelings towards Bruce over his death. Danny adopt Jason?

(5) When I was thinking of what the boy would name him, I immediately gravitated to the names of stars, which seems pretty obvious considering how I described Danny here. Anyway, what I chose was Regulus because it's a blue-white star and the brightest one in the constellation Leo, also called the Lion's Heart. Not only that, but the Latin meaning of Regulus translates to "little king" or "prince". Not to mention it's also a common name among Saints. You don't have to use the name Regulus tho! Come up with anything you want to call him!

(*) Should Danny just be an immortal patron saint of orphans and lost children, or should he be upgraded to a patron God?

#dp x dc #dc x dp #danny is ghost king #danny is rejected by his parents #danny is absolutely heartbroken #he wanders the gz for who knows how long before crossing over to the dc universe #he becomes a patron saint? #patron god? #of lost children #because his own parent's rejection still haunts him even when he can no longer fully remember it #he helps lost children find homes #this includes a lot of canon characters in the dcu #danny is so old now he's practically made of stars #ancient of stars/universe? #danny phantom crossover #dp crossover #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc prompt #writing prompt #prompt #sleepy-writes-stuff

[lovesickeros]

☆ the dove

{☆} characters tsaritsa {☆} notes cult au, imposter au, drabble, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings violence, blood {☆} word count 0.7k

Her hands are weapons, forged in a tragedy as much as a war of ash and blood that seeps into the earth and rots it from within. To them, however, she is salvation. Her hands are a kindness, not a threat. She sees it in their puffy, red eyes just brimming with tears, their fragile body so delicate and weak is still remains marred by wounds new and old – the gold still stains their skin, even long after it had been washed away.

She has seen it all – and she takes the injured dove beneath her wing with the sickly sweet promise that someday she shall mend its broken wings and teach it to fly again.

And in their stupor, they do not see her clip their wings.

It is for the best.

The wolves still salivate below the nest, waiting for her little dove to fall again – no, she shall not send her little bird to fly when it will just fall into their waiting maws once again.

This..this one is hers, she has decided.

Her little bird who dreams of the sky and the woman who clips their wings..what a tragic pair they must make, she thinks.

Not for her, of course. Yet not to them, either, unaware of the way she grounds them and keeps the key to their cage tightly in her fist.

"Tsaritsa?" The soft, meek lilt of the little bird draws her from her reverie, and she smiles – all teeth and little else, wolfish and predatory.

Yet the bird sees nothing but love in the sharp points of her canines.

As it was meant to be.

"Yes, little bird?"

She coos in honeyed tones, brushing her cold, cold hands against their skin, reveling in the way they shiver and shake beneath the ever present chill in her very bones. They do not fear the claws that ghost across their skin, and the smile they offer that illuminates their eyes like stars only proves her right – she wants to devour them whole. To see the stars in their eyes burn out beneath her teeth, their golden blood burn upon her tongue and down her throat.

"You promised to take me to the gardens today, remember?"

Her pearly, sharpened fangs peer out beneath her lips as she grins wider, unnerving to all but the little bird who sees not the wolf but the wool it wears, her hands finding their place upon their shoulders as she whispers into their ear.

She will guide her little bird where they cannot go, where their clipped wings cannot take them.

She will give them that bittersweet taste of freedom and then watch them try to catch the stars..

Just to drag them back down to earth where they belong.

"Of course, Creator – I am a woman of my word, am I not?"

Such sickly sweet lies come to her with ease – she lies and she lies and they do not see past the woolen cloak of the wolf until its jaw has snapped around its throat and its blood has painted the world a shimmering gold.

She will delight in that, too.

"If I may be so bold, Creator, you have been distant lately..have you grown tired of me already?"

Her words were as sharp as a blade, yet as dull as a rock, as sweet as they were dangerous. Like watching a mouse trap luring in its prey, she would snap it shut as soon as the little bird strayed too close.

"No! No, that's not..you've just been busy lately, I didn't want to intrude."

They remind her so much of a rabbit in those moments, and she so badly wants to know what would happen if she just took a small, insignificant bite..yet she restrains herself with a far too wide smile, her jaw clenched so hard she almost thinks they will hear it creak.

"Intrude? You could ever hardly intrude, Creator – what is mine is yours. Though, perhaps I shall have to lock you in my room to ensure you compensate me for depriving me of your presence."

In just a few short words, she snares the rabbit – her little bird, her Creator. They will see nothing but the sickly sweet lure of her smile, letting out a pretty laugh of their own as they press closer, like a bird wandering into the open maw of the beast lying in wait.

"As long as it has a nice view, I suppose I won't mind."

They jest, but she does not. And oh, how easy it is to ensnare an unsuspecting prey.

"Of course, Creator – just for you."

It won't be long until her little bird returns to its gilded cage, now. Permanently.

It is better that way.

#sagau #genshin sagau #self aware genshin #genshin impact sagau #self aware genshin impact #fic tag #tsaritsa #imposter au #another absolutely normal tsaritsa post. this fic is kinda old i just forgor 2 post it um #hope shes so fucked up in game she makes dottore look like a saint its getting a little 2 nice around here #give me morally reprehensible women #also here 2 remind everyone im still tsaritsa ceo /j #carrying her 2 fans on my back fr /j #no one gets her like i do............ #the inherit tragedy of loving a woman who has rid herself of the ability to love........... #the tragedy of a woman who had only ever loved rejecting it now. even her people have fallen out of love with her #theres smth 2 be said abt cryo being the element of the archon of love but if i start talking abt her i wont stop #anyway she kisses women. girlkisser (canon) #shes so lesbian #anyway thats it thats the ted talk ill be back next monday /j

[acediathemelancholy]

Not sure if anyone has pointed this out already, but it looks like Mahiru took off the cuff that chains him to Kuro. It would be interesting if all it took to change Saint Germain’s paradigm was a gesture as “simple” as this (reaching out and accepting connection while rejecting assigned roles)

#servamp #shirota mahiru #kuro #I mean we’ve previously seen an eve and servamp reject their roles (early licht and kuro) #But before it was never mutual btwn eve and servamp and those were rejections of all connection with their partner #Saint Germain likely anticipated one side resisting the servamp-eve partnership but never thought of accepting bonds while rejecting roles

[eatend]

@villain-he : Saint vc; “yer such a li’l dumbass. like I'd let yew father my children , ’s complicated. it's only if I opened it to yew , which I won't.”

#◜𝐋 ◞ ⸻ ⃰ ⊹ dash comm. #◜𝐋 ◞ ⸻ ⃰⊹ crack. #* just need to memorialized him flat out getting rejected. #laios vc : poverty is so crazy. <- did not get what saint is telling him.

[capinejghafa]

Not me standing on my soapbox (again): But like I've said it once and I'll say it again, but Kaz is not the only one with trauma, and as such, should not be the only one expected to work on fixing himself for their relationship. Inej has trauma too. Like if you make Kaz talk about his past trauma, I would just as equally expect Inej to talk things that would effect their relationship. Ignoring Inej's trauma or making her the visible saint in their relationship is actually quite harmful to her narrative.

#also i realize we joke about inej being a saint (and im guilty of it too!) but that shouldn't negate her talking about the larger issues #im never gonna be comfortable with you all letting inej not process her trauma but also making kaz process his #like the actual point isnt that inej is a saint but rather that they are both learning to grow together and apart #and i can't tell you how it sadden me that some of you will blame kaz for being silent when inej was over here rejecting him when he said #he wanted her... do you know why she rejected him? bc she has trust issues. she deflects. she can be cruel! she can be kind! #and as much as i love the imaginery of her being a saint i know she is a compex character and i wish people would treate her as such #kanej #soapbox no. 1232123 #let inej process her trauma #i also realize that her hunting slavers is a form of catharsis but also she still needs to address *checks notes* her trauma

[not-so-superheroine]

hey! today is the 40th anniversary of women in the priesthood in Community of Christ.

this is memorialized in our Doctrine and Covenants 156. Brought forth by Prophet-President Wallace B. Smith in 1984.

https://doctrine-and-covenants.com/156/fr/

Apostle Linda L. Booth was one of the two women who were first ordained to Priesthood in the Reorganized Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints.

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Linda_L._Booth

She is also the first woman to to be President of the Council of Twelve in the RLDS church.

As of this year, the Prophet-President Designate, Stassi D. Cramm is the first woman to be selected for the role.

#community of christ #latter day saints #latter day saint #mormon #mormon history #she has yet to be sustained so the church could still reject her #but i don't think they will do that

[vounoura]

me when I murder innocent people for no reason: YES TEAR MAIM MURDER KILL!!!!!!

me when I have to reject a companion I like's advances bc this is a difference romance file:

#spoilers #major spoilers #I had to reject Laez's confession scene bc this is a SH run but oh my god it's genuinely heartbreaking #she just. takes it. says she won't beg you. but she looks so hurt ;_; #saint plays bg3

[zahanh]

I FINALLY FINISHED THE SCUGSSSS

these aren't really my favorites but theres nothing i can do about it ig (i tried 😭)

next will be the iterators :)

#rain world #drawing time #rainworld #gijinka #rw human au #rw enot #enot #saint #rw saint #spiderverse #i wonder what would be enot's canon event #like would it be them getting rejected or smth lol #anyways im never drawing enot #never commiting that mistake again #spider-cats #gijinkah

[kalmeria]

endlessly fascinated by the relationship between ayase “quite sensitive to negative emotions” mayoi and kazehaya (evil detector that can actually pick up on intrusive thoughts happening nearby) tatsumi

#it is cute on the surface but it wouldn’t work for just any two ppl #tatsumi being like those thougths don’t define you and i can see the way you are a lovely person and am going to help you so the ppl around #—you don’t get hurt and you won’t be rejected by them #and mayoi being like i want to be the person who can see and accept every side of tatsumi #including what he would usually hide and the things with the image of a saint that is still circulated about him #*don’t fit with #(maybe not his driving tho lmao) #anyways. tatsumayo man. tatsumayo. *gestures vaguely* #enstars #….. i Would like to invite you to consider this relationship specifically from tatsumi’s perspective. just think on it.

[mt07131]

Fancy a little shopping? @infamous-if

Inspired by @malefiicarum's (hope you don't mind me tagging you!) amazing little merch spread here

#infamous if #infamous #infamous game #infamous cog #reject saints #i went a little crazy nuts insane making these but they were so fun #shout out to bvb official merch site for being my template lmaooooooo #okay but actually i'm mad bc the coffin long sleeve came out SO GOOD #and I want one now #but it DOESN'T EXIST #Because I MADE IT

[nightmarist]

Finally got to Skyhold w Dirthadin as Lavellan and by gods all the “Chosen one! Chosen one! Chosen one! Herald of our Monotheism! Your too elfy and elfgods don’t matter!” is so frustrating. Any “im an elf, I’m dalish, I have my own gods, call me literally anything else” will be seen as ungrateful and contrarian.

Cassandra said at one point “Do you not have room in your pantheon for one more?” IRL yes syncretism works but it’s not that simple. Cassandra, you’re asking a Dalish Elf who has their own creation stories, their own vision of pantheon, to make room for YOUR mythology and pantheon, and one that specifically calls for monotheism, says other gods are false, states a very specific and distinct creation story. Maybe some Elves are a syncretic Andra-Dalish, I assume Alienage elves might be, but theyve had the opportunity (or colonization) to fit it into their life. Lavellan is a straight up Dalish Elf and if a Mage they’re a First, or Second (heir) to their Keeper whose entire life is meant to keep the stories and mythology of Dalish alive, as it is, as best as possible, as original as possible.

On a personal standpoint I want to kill everyone. On a mythological one it’s such an interesting story of the silent burdens Lavellan has to bear on their shoulders, the weight of a title they never asked for, from a world that hates them until they’re martyred as a convert, let alone the artifact is elvhen, while everyone is mistaking this as an Andrastian story when in reality it becomes a story about the destruction and misappropriation of the Elvhen, from an Elvhen artifact to the Elvhen Inquisitor, BOTH being used for stupid Andrastian beliefs against both of their wills, even MORE mythological is the fact Lavellan could very well be considered “chosen” a few thousand years down mythological storytelling by the Dread Wolf whispering at their side if elves take a dislike to the Andrastian flavor.

Lavellan living the story being so upset, regardless if they’re silent or loud about it. Mythologically the impact would be both horrific and incredible beyond their control. Elves Caused the Breach vs Elves Closed It vs Lavellan was the Herald of Andraste vs Lavellan was the Keeper of the People vs Lavellan was an Archdemon’s Left Hand vs Lavellan was the Dread Wolf’s Right Hand.

The story in its facts are just… Some Elf who has the crushing burdens of all the world, forced to take responsibility for things they never would have even been considered for, their culture erased in favor with f something more palatable regardless if they voice their disdain or not, I Have No Mouth And I Must Scream. While the mythological impact it could have, it’d be a story dissected for ages after all (or most, considering some) who participates have died.

Other Lavellan may react differently but my main ones perhaps would weep at their erasure, maybe even be boldly more “elfy” in spite when they must still act civilized to save an entire kingdom size of peoples. Joan of Arc, Tutankhamen, Princes Edward and Richard, mythical Zagreus, even they must have cried at least once in frustration. Lavellan is not a gracefully unfeeling, ever-patient patron saint. And yet that will likely be how they paint them.

#dragon age inquisition #dragon age #inquisitor lavellan #dragon age theories #I’m not like. mad-mad. I feel like it’s an interesting story telling opportunity #especially as a Latino surrounded by both indigenous Mexican/Mexica&Maya and Catholicism #me seeing parallels i how I’m exploring my broken up diasporic heritage while old gods are called saints #vs Lavellan being herald in a religion they don’t belong to against their will #technically dirth isn’t meant to be Inqui but it’s almost funny #because as an OC his entire legacy is ABOUT preserving Dalish history and rejecting Andrastian #he’d go feral and bite someone

[saintbobo]

REAL: robot panicked when camera timer goes off too soon.

#i didnt edit this one in any way #i didnt want to over edit it #and i thought the over zealous colouring i usually like doing would harm it in terms of being viewable and interesting #was probably gonna keep it in the reject bin but my friend said it was cute #calling it the reject bin is weird.. i do keep all of them #anyway anyway #normal tags #post apocalyptic #cyberpunk #photography #post apocalypse #cybercore #robots #robot #saint bobo #saintbobo #cyberpunk mask

[tyrannuspitch]

to be clear i know there are a few different definitions but when i say thor has a martyr complex i am NOT saying he's got a VICTIM complex. he isn't self-pitying, like, at all. that's half the problem! he thinks he HAS to be a martyr and to be utterly selfless and give up literally everything and anything for his loved ones / kingdom / the universe. and he also thinks he's never doing enough and feels guilty over like. having emotions. and feeling pain.

it is still true that sometimes what thor perceives as self-sacrifice is actually harmful to others. (i'm thinking of his controlling tendencies rn, but there may be other examples too.) but he doesn't think his sacrifice means he's being wronged by those he sacrifices for. he thinks he's doing his duty.

#space viking tag #i mean he probably has some resentment on some level when loki rejects his efforts #but it's buried pretty deep #he is trying to be selfless and invulnerable soooo unbelievably hard #meta #ch: thor #th: saint thor #th: suicide + sacrifice

[fiction-quotes]

In a way, she was acquainted with this pain, though never before had she experienced it so grimly. The same old inscrutable lesbian ache that you were bound to suffer when you fell in love with a woman who happened to be straight. If a heterosexual woman falls in love and is refused in return, she, too, will feel bad, but only about the consequence of her act, that's to say, about the “being refused” part. If a homosexual woman, on the other hand, falls in love with a straight woman and is refused by her, she will feel bad about too many things, including love itself, having asked her in the first place. The desire to love and be loved in return, the desire so amply approved and sympathized with in other contexts, will turn into a source of embarrassment.

 —   The Saint of Incipient Insanities (Elif Shafak)

#book quotes #romance fiction #psychological fiction #elif shafak #the saint of incipient insanities #lgbt #lesbian #love #romance #unrequited love #rejection #internalized homophobia #shame #embarrassment

[justana0kguy]

2024 APRIL 08 Annunciation of the Lord Monday

"Do not forget, and always think in your heart, in your memory, in your soul, that you have been offered and given to Marie (...) Do not be ungrateful and forgetful, because she does not reject the prayer made to her, but she welcomes her with kindness. So be faithful, (…) run generously with this desire of Mary."

~ St. Catherine of Siena, Letter 92 of St Catherine to Fr Robert of Naples

#Annunciation of the Lord #Monday #bible #gospel #further reading #saint #Catherine of Siena #Letter 92 of St Catherine to Fr Robert of Naples #do not forget #in your heart #in your memory #in your soul #offered and given #Mama Mary #do not be ungrateful #do not be forgetful #prayers #not rejected #welcome with kindness #be faithful #run generously #God #Lord #Jesus #Jesus Christ #Christ