crowspace | God/Priest Shipping Meme

[Priest. Ostracized by his village and has devoted his life to serving his god, so actually getting attention from them is A Lot. Can play mute or otherwise, whichever works for you.]

[Canonly a god, so. A god of death and rebirth, but takes good care of his followers.]

[Definitely a god. Here for all your blood ritual needs.]

[ Can be either!

As a priestess, she would be very devoted to her god though expect Mild Panic if they focus their attention on her. She'll have zero idea how to handle it, but that's what her pokerface is for.

As a goddess, she would be one of death and the moon. Cares a lot for her followers and likes to dote, is very merciless against anyone who might hurt them. ]

[More likely a priest/shrine boy that keeps being a magnet for the weirdest spirits drawn to him, but could also be a god for that same reason of having so many weaker spirits wanting to follow him? Your choice.]

Edited 2023-03-02 00:12 (UTC)

You have the smell of lesser spirits on you again, my priest.

[Camazotz is not a jealous god. He's well aware that he could easily crush the spirits that cling to Manjoume, if he so chose. He just doesn't, partially because it's a waste of time and partly because-]

I have offered many times to teach you to destroy them yourself.

[strike fear into the hearts of those around you, Manjoume!!]

[Despite being a man of faith (or at least as how he would think is the best way to describe himself, as someone who had been living among this particular sect), there are times when Manjoume definitely does not act like a proper priest, depending on who you ask. Then again, maybe that's why Camazotz actually appears to him out of everyone else--he'd like to think it's because he's not as boring as some of their fellows, and not solely just because he happened to be one of the only ones that had that capability to genuinely perceive him, can actually speak and make contact with him among the other lesser spirits that constantly liked to cling to Manjoume's coattails while trying to pray and work.

Speaking of which, up until a second ago, the ones that called themselves the Ojamas had been at it again, chattering about something stupid while he had been made to sweep the same damn spot over and over again because he had allegedly missed some dust while "talking to someone other than their glorious god" again. Or at least that's what one of the older fellows had decided when they had shoved the broom in his hands earlier. But upon the God's words hitting the air, they yelp and puff back out of sight and reach without Manjoume having to swat them away like he normally does--it seems they found Camatotz quite intimidating, and for that he can't help feeling a little grateful for the other shooing them away. Even if Manjoume's own back quickly goes ramrod straight rather than the lazy slouching against the broom he had been doing before, because if anyone can actually get him to start acting a tad more respectful, it's certainly not his other followers.

Any respect and devotion he has is solely only for his god.]

My apologies. They were being rather persistent today, wanting to talk about something annoying or other.

[There is a pause, however, as he glances at the space where the Ojamas had been a second ago, frowning momentarily.]

That's all they did, though. Just talking.

[The lesser spirits very rarely ever try to actually hurt him--in fact a lot of them seem to be under a rather generous impression that he's some kind saint in comparison to the rest of the people they could be annoying instead here, and as such perhaps that's why he hasn't tried to really destroy them yet. Even if that's probably not the answer his god would want to hear, and so he refrains from pointing that out.]

Of course I know. No spirit would be so bold or so foolish as laying a hand on my priest in my temple.

[The kind of spirits that cling to Manjoume are harmless. That doesn't mean that every spirit is, and the ones that are actually a threat to him, Camazotz would deal with swiftly.]

They bother you because you allow them to. A show of force will scatter them to the winds.

And I am truly grateful for that.

[He even sounds sincere in a manner he never is when speaking to anyone else. However, a question does slip past his careful attempt to seem aloof about the safety of these pesky spirits--]

Does it hurt them, doing that?

Not unless you miss.

[So just don't miss and it'll be fine!]

You would make a fine warrior, were your soul not so soft.

[Yeah, that's totally not... worrying to consider...

Still, that gets him to avert his gaze momentarily, grumbling under his breath in annoyance in one of the rare moments of being a tad disrespectful while speaking with the other.]

I'm not soft... I was just asking to be sure of things.

There is no shame in it. Your blood has a sweetness to it that I am fond of.

[yeah people's blood tastes different based on personality don't think about it too hard]

[Normally, most people would probably be a little disturbed by being told something like that. And in some ways, he is, if he actually stops to think about it too hard.

But not nearly as much as he is suddenly flustered by that comment, losing whatever ability he had to keep his face from turning pink in response. At least he doesn't do something embarrassing like dropping the broom in his hands too.]

That's... good to know...

[He thinks??]

Hmhm. That's a good face you're making.

[Called Out Immediately.]

Will you offer your body to me once more, my priest?

[He means blood. Probably. Almost certainly.]

[He is almost certainly referring to his blood.

Or at least Manjoume assumes he is despite the flush present on his face because, well. That's what he's already given at least once before as a show of devotion and gratitude upon being blessed with the honor of getting to meet his God in the flesh. But after that first time... well, it's hard to say if Camatotz had meant for it to feel that intimate at the time, the rather simple act of consuming his blood, but it had certainly felt that way to Manjoume, someone who has practically never even held hands with anyone before then. Has led him to perhaps consider momentarily an impure thought or two about Camazotz taking it with his lips pressed against Manjoume's wrist. What it might be like against Manjoume's neck.

But he tries to school his expression rather than allow such impure thoughts to be made obvious on his face, keep his tone natural when he responds.]

If that is what you wish of me, then of course I'll give it to you, my lord.

[Yes, that sounded like a good like choir boy and not one having debatably strange thoughts about things. At least to his own ears, anyway.]

Edited 2023-03-02 02:46 (UTC)

[Listen, if Camazotz expected his priests to have pure thoughts all the time, he wouldn't be shirtless. And Manjoume has definitely gotten a glimpse of a long tongue.

He's taken it from the arm, before. An easy way to take it, with no issues covering up the marks left by his fangs if Manjoume so chooses. But today, Camazotz takes Manjoume's chin in his hand to bare his neck to him, and lowers his head.]

Hold still. [His breath is hot over Manjoume's skin before his fangs pierce into his flesh, just enough for blood to well to the surface, which Camazotz drinks eagerly.]

[Manjoume has indeed noticed both of those things... it didn't really help with keeping him from having impure thoughts.

Initially, Manjoume starts to hold out his arm, but then Camazotz suddenly reaches for his chin, tilting his head to provide the perfect angle for... oh. For a split second he considers that maybe the other did intuit his desire to find out what it would be like from a different spot than usual, and then there's the momentary second of fear upon feeling teeth against his neck, a sensation he hasn't felt before.

But he would dare not deny his God what he seeks, and obediently holds still as instructed. Even if it is only just deep enough for the blood to rise to meet the gods lips, there's the initial pain of being bitten that has him grip the broom still in his hands so tightly he thinks it might splinter under his fingers. But he tries to take some pride in the fact that he hasn't dropped it to let it clatter on the floor yet, or collapsed entirely like some delicate flower, or even screamed in response to it, instead just a loud, sharp intake of air at the feeling before gritting his teeth to try to refrain from crying out further.

(Or god forbid, making any noise that might get interpreted as moaning or begging the like...)

Camazotz had called him soft a moment ago, but he'd like to think that he's not so soft that he can't handle something like this too.]

[Manjoume is soft of heart, true, but he has an iron core. That, too, is something Camazotz appreciates. Even if it might be pleasant for him to make other noises, his resolve is a virture that his god extols.

Camazotz pulls away after a few moments, licking his lips clean. ...That tongue is definitely pierced.]

Delicious.

[He hasn't taken his hand off of Manjoume's chin.]

[That tongue is definitely pierced, and Manjoume cannot help the fact that his eyes immediately follow to track the movement of it when the other pulls away and licks their lips. Thankfully, he realizes that he's staring in a manner that might be seen as potentially rude, and quickly redirects his gaze back to the other's eyes properly.]

I am, ah, glad that you are pleased with us, sir.

You are a loyal and devoted priest, Manjoume Jun. [His thumb brushes over Manjoume's cheek.] I wonder, what else do you have to offer your god?

-Remember that it is a sin to lie to me.

[Not that it would fool him, anyway. Even if Manjoume were a much better actor than he is.]

[He knows.

That's the first thought that crosses his mind, the realization that his God has definitely caught on to his curious, potentially sinful thoughts, quickly followed by the self-criticizing Well obviously. It was stupid to think I could ever hide anything from him.

He almost opens his mouth to speak, but then closes it again momentarily at the reminder of it being a sin to tell lies. Not that he had been planning to do so, because it would be shameful to lie to the being he has devoted himself to. The shame of that would kill him first before the shame of admitting to anything. But it's still daunting, nonetheless.

So he sucks in a breath and licks his own lips to escape the suddenly dry feeling in his mouth, trying not to let the hand at his chin be too distracting to where he can't answer clearly when he finally responds.]

You already have my devotion, my loyalty, my blood...

[My thoughts. My heart. My love. crosses his mind, but he doesn't add it on. Not because it isn't true, but because such soft sentementality was not fitting for this, for them. Even he can't help feel its too tacky to phrase it that way, so instead he says--]

... and anything else of my body and soul that you wish. I would be happy to give it to you.

[There. That should sound proper and not like... like some pervert begging to be defiled in some manner, as some of the other followers who weren't fond of Manjoume might have seen it as were they around to hear him.]

[The other followers' opinions don't matter nearly as much as his god's, and his god thinks a little begging wouldn't be so bad. Still-]

Good answer.

[That's all the warning Manjoume gets before Camazotz brings their lips together.

Camazotz kisses fiercely, like everything else he does. He's not rough, but he does lay a claim to Manjoume's mouth, and that tongue is absolutely just as long as it looks and pierced in three places. Camazotz's wings curl around them both, sheltering Manjoume from view if any other follower were to walk in here.]

[Manjoume has never been kissed before, so for a second he's not sure what to do except keep his mouth pliant so that his God can press his tongue against his own tongue. Whatever he lacks in experience he at least makes up for in enthusiasm, as any attempt he had at being quiet before fails entirely as he can't help the whimper he makes at the sensation of each piercing brushing against the inside of his mouth.

Keep kissing him like and you'll definitely get your wish granted for him begging for more, he thinks, as Manjoume lets go of the broom so that that he can instead carefully bring his hands up to grasp at the other's wrists, something of the other he can cling to for support to remain standing. Before he had closed his eyes, he had noticed the wings curl around him, and it somehow makes the whole experience feel even better, he thinks. Like this he can ignore that there is a world outside of the two of them right now.

He will eventually need to, you know, breathe and hes not quite sure how to do that yet while being kissed but he isn't about to pull away before the other has given him permission to do so yet...]

[Camazotz is a merciful god, at least when it comes to those he favors. He'll pull away before Manjoume entirely runs out of breath, tongue lolling to the side.]

Your blood tastes sweeter, but this is pleasing to me as well.

[He's standing quite close. And is still only in a loincloth, as usual.]

Really?

[That's the word that manages to slip out once Manjoume catches his breath again, face undoubtedly pink from embarrassment and arousal, and perhaps a little wonder that even after being someone chosen to be able to perceive Camazotz presence, that he'd even be honored with this much at all.

Manjoume by comparison is dressed far more formally in the uniform-like attire of the priests that belong to his sect, but it feels far more stuffier than usual, an uncomfortable heat burning under the skin not being helped by all the layers overtop. But Manjoume doesn't make any moves to adjust his collar or something to try to alleviate it, his hands still not having left his God's wrists just yet. Like as if the moment he lets go, this moment will disappear and he'll be alone in the room again with just himself and the cleaning supplies.]

Suga Koutaro | The Forest of Drizzling Rain | OTA

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Camazotz | Fate/Grand Order | OTA

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Manjoume Jun | YuGiOh! GX | OTA

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