
(Older) That One Smoking Priest With Guns, You Know The O...
Badge commission from [Artist Not Found] from [RainFurrest or TFF]! An older badge, back when I had a very different sort of body-shape and attitude!
** Unfortunately, given the length of time since I got this, and not quite remember which convention it was, I don't remember who I have to thank for this amazing piece. I know it was sometime in the mid 2010's, but my memory of that time is fuzzy because of... well, it's easiest to say that "there's a lot of things I don't remember in those years". If you happen to recognize this style or know who did it when? Hit me up! All I remember is the convention theme was "Heroes and Villains" and a friend and I got matching badges - him as Vash the Stampede and me, pictured here, as Wolfwood!
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"I may be a simple bun," I say, taking a deep drag of the cigarette still held in my lips - articulating perfectly even then, "but I've worn many hats over the course of my life."
"Once upon a time: I wanted to be a bartender. Then a lawyer. Then a doctor. None of those dreams quite worked out, as you might be able to tell." A wry chuckle. "But one that did stick was me picking up one thing I'll end up carrying with me to the grave: the honor and ordination of being a priest."
"Now, before you get any concerns or questions rising up in that head of yours, I want to lay plain one truth I hold above all others: I have no idea what sort of divine existence is out there, let alone what it may desire, what it stands for, or what it may represent. Could be many of them, for all I know. I spent too much time, when I was younger, chasing after answers with no definite conclusion. So... I wander around and act according to what I figure the version I'd prefer to exist would go by." A half-shrug, a long drag, then a slow stream of sweet smoke.
"Sure. I might be wrong. I'm willing to accept that. Your interpretation of the divine is just as valid as anybody else's, provided they don't go around using it as a cudgel to hurt people. Live and let live; pray and let pray. The best we've got is our own ability to create the world we want to see. Only reason I've got this, here," patting the hefty steel frame, wrapped in cloth and leather straps, "is for making sure nobody takes my passive view to mean that I'm a pacifist. I'll defend myself, but I take no joy in it." The butt of the cigarette finds its way into the ash tray, spent. "It's kind of like faith, in that way: you may keep it close, carrying it with you everywhere you go, but also hope that it never comes to the point where you have to wield it against someone else."
"Maybe that's all part of the divine machinations that I'm too simple to understand. Who could say, honestly?"
** Unfortunately, given the length of time since I got this, and not quite remember which convention it was, I don't remember who I have to thank for this amazing piece. I know it was sometime in the mid 2010's, but my memory of that time is fuzzy because of... well, it's easiest to say that "there's a lot of things I don't remember in those years". If you happen to recognize this style or know who did it when? Hit me up! All I remember is the convention theme was "Heroes and Villains" and a friend and I got matching badges - him as Vash the Stampede and me, pictured here, as Wolfwood!
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"I may be a simple bun," I say, taking a deep drag of the cigarette still held in my lips - articulating perfectly even then, "but I've worn many hats over the course of my life."
"Once upon a time: I wanted to be a bartender. Then a lawyer. Then a doctor. None of those dreams quite worked out, as you might be able to tell." A wry chuckle. "But one that did stick was me picking up one thing I'll end up carrying with me to the grave: the honor and ordination of being a priest."
"Now, before you get any concerns or questions rising up in that head of yours, I want to lay plain one truth I hold above all others: I have no idea what sort of divine existence is out there, let alone what it may desire, what it stands for, or what it may represent. Could be many of them, for all I know. I spent too much time, when I was younger, chasing after answers with no definite conclusion. So... I wander around and act according to what I figure the version I'd prefer to exist would go by." A half-shrug, a long drag, then a slow stream of sweet smoke.
"Sure. I might be wrong. I'm willing to accept that. Your interpretation of the divine is just as valid as anybody else's, provided they don't go around using it as a cudgel to hurt people. Live and let live; pray and let pray. The best we've got is our own ability to create the world we want to see. Only reason I've got this, here," patting the hefty steel frame, wrapped in cloth and leather straps, "is for making sure nobody takes my passive view to mean that I'm a pacifist. I'll defend myself, but I take no joy in it." The butt of the cigarette finds its way into the ash tray, spent. "It's kind of like faith, in that way: you may keep it close, carrying it with you everywhere you go, but also hope that it never comes to the point where you have to wield it against someone else."
"Maybe that's all part of the divine machinations that I'm too simple to understand. Who could say, honestly?"
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