#Jezebel Ray

[panicsimss]

Two more DnD characters that I've made! Dandy-boy the half orc fighter, and Jezebel the halfling. I love them with all my heart <3

[goblinknits]

Jezebel soaking up some late afternoon sun rays while making sure my yarn behaves. She approaches her job with such inspiring enthusiasm.

[katrinahood]

Do you have any voice claims for your favorite CC characters? If so, what are they (if you're comfortable)?

I do have some voice claims for some CC characters! Here are some of them!

James Savage: Glenn Howerton

Amy Young: Melissa Fumero

Yann Toussaint: Terry Crews

Hannah Choi: Kym Hoi

Daniel Lambert: Marc Alaimo

Karen Knight: Kate Mulgrew

Jezebel Lopez, Gloria Hayes: Kimberly Brooks

Jack Archer: Andy Samberg

Carmen Martinez: Stephanie Beatriz

Isaac Bontemps, Ray Parker: Andre Braugher

Diego del Lobo: Jon Curry

Thaddeus Mulroney: Frank Welker

Martin Meunier: Corrine Kempa

Catherine Kelly: Shohreh Aghdashloo

Sirius Atwood: Marc Evan Jackson

Uriah Haddonfield: Hugh Laurie

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DC OC | Sophia's Arsenal

Dedicated to @mayameanderings @floof-ghostie @calciumcryptid @punkeropercyjackson

I have mentioned several times that Sophia just has the most insane weaponry ever. The amount of stuff she has in a whole ass vault is incredible. And since I am the infodumping queen, I'm going to go over Sophia's weapons.

Dragonflare - A pair of twin blades made from the fangs of a dragon Sophia slayed on her 16th birthday. The name comes from its ability to burn dragon fire.

Sword of the Seraphim - Sophia's main weapon. Created by the Seraphims for Sophia's father Samuel, it was given to her when she took his place as a protector of the throne.

The sword's entire purpose is to kill divine beings, using the holy fire to expose and extinguish any ethereal beings it comes in contact with, and can also transform; but not into other weapons. The sword is so God enhanced to the point where should anybody but Sophia touch it, they'd be disintegrated immediately. The blade is also flaming so have fun getting burned.

Arrows of Artemis - A bow and arrows made by the goddess Artemis herself. Cool thing about it is that it can turn anything it hits into an animal.

Lasso of Truth - Self-explanatory. Every member of the Wonderfam should have their own.

Claw of Sekhmet - Another one of her many swords. Much like the goddess it derives its name from, the sword is a physical manifestation of Sophia's vengeance and bloodlust.

Similar to the Sword of the Seraphim, the blade is surrounded by fire; and is so hot that it incinerates anything it comes in contact with. At first it was a regular sword Agatha, Sophia's mother, made to prepare her daughter to prove her Bana heritage but Sophia's powers in a moment of anger triggered it to become what it is.

Heaven's Wrath - A spear made from rays of the sun. It can neutralize any demonic power and magic as a whole by being spun around, unleashing powerful rays of heavenly light.

Kingslayer - A sword gifted to Sophia by Jezebel, it is one of her most powerful weapons. Using a combination of the sword's demonic powers and her own heavenly ones, it is strong enough to kill higher divine beings and gods.

[exam-ao3]

I am a Nightmare and You are a Miracle Like it or Not Bob Moses Occupied The Radio Dept. Nocturne Blanco White Morning After Ariel Pink If I Had a Heart Fever Ray Beautiful Hell Adna Rising Urge Royksopp The Possession TrevorSomething Gods In Heat TOBACCO The Archers Bows Have Been Broken Brand New Tear You Apart She Wants Revenge We've Been Had The Walkmen Gunshot Lykke Li The Spoils Massive Attack Dead Weight PVRIS Sober Tool Control Broken Bells Mephisto Queen Bee Pharaohs SBTRKR & Roses Gabor Deadly Valentine Charlotte Gainsbourg I'm Not Your Dog Baxter Dury Cocoa Hoofs Glass Animals Walking in the Air Aurora Found You Django Django In a Black Out Hamilton Leithauser & Rostam Reptilia The Strokes Tom Sawyer RUSH Hot Blooded New Constellations Don't Swallow the Cap The National All the World Fauxliage The Boxer Editors Razor (Live) Foo Fighters Little Dark Age MGMT Monster (Under My Bed) Call Me Karizma Hanging Around Cardigans Demon Road Yeasayer Atom Bomb Fluke Blind Valentine Metric Emotional Haircut LCD Soundsystem Hey Pretty Poe L'enfer Stromae One of Your Girls Troye Sivan Feel Nothing HEALTH Run Run Blood Phantogram Slow Hands Interpol Song to the Siren This Mortal Coil Human Sevdaliza LA (Ft. Westerman) Amen Dunes Heaven Beside You Alice in Chains I am the Highway Audioslave I Wanna Be Adored Stone Roses Father Lucifer Tori Amos Spanish Sahara Foals These Precious Things Bottom of the Deep Blue Sea Missio Atticus in the Desert Kishi Bashi Shines Black Dresses and Purity Ring Cannibal Coast Aural Vampire Kemuri Mondo Grosso Blackbird Fat Freddy's Drop Devil I Know Allie X (slowed) Habits of My Heart James Young NFWMB Hozier (pitched up) You'll Find a Way Santigold De Mis Pasos (Live) Julieta Venegas Between the Bars Elliot Smith Palo Santo Olly Alexandro Around My Neck FINNEAS Loving the Animal Superet You and Whose Army? Radiohead Rake It In Imogen Heap Brave New World Kalandra Slow Song The Knocks Spent the Day in Bed Morrissey Send the Pain On Chrome Sparks Jezebel Iron & Wine Huntress Svava The Lightening Strike Snow Patrol Do You Feel It? Chaos Chaos Euclid Sleep Token Night Ludovico Einaudi Time Hans Zimmer Pacific Coast Highway Fukkk Off

A fandom friend on here has chided me to make this a youtube playlist so I'm working on that. Without doxxing myself, I used to work something to do with music professionally so you may be surprised to find these songs are okay. Still much like Obata used to be pretty seriously concerned he'd be forever cursed for drawing the shinigami - I'm afraid I'll be eternally cursed for drawing inspiration from talented artists to work on any part of my silly fanfiction.

[simplegenius042]

Music Monday

Tagged by no one.

Tagging: @socially-awkward-skeleton @shallow-gravy @adelaidedrubman @inafieldofdaisies @josephslittledeputy @g0dspeeed @chazz-anova @cassietrn @poisonedtruth @josephseedismyfather @voidika @vampireninjabunnies-blog @detectivelokis @derelictheretic @wrathfulrook @direwombat @snake-in-the-garden and @strangefable + anyone else interested in joining.

Music below for The UnTitledverse, Far Cry The Silver Chronicles and Life, Despair & Monsters.

Below is a song that fits Charlie Emily's lament for her missing love, Mario Emmett:

Summertime Sadness by Lana Del Ray

"Think I'll miss you forever Like the stars miss the sun in the morning sky Later's better than never Even if you're gone, I'm gonna drive (drive), drive

I got that summertime, summertime sadness Su-su-summertime, summertime sadness Got that summertime, summertime sadness Oh, oh-oh

Kiss me hard before you go Summertime sadness I just wanted you to know That baby, you the best."

Here's a song to describe Paul Yellowjack's fall and his current mindset below:

Shadow of Myself by JT Music

"I've already been through shit And still haven't seen how bad it gets Crashin' their party, bash in their heads Pick up a weapon and splatter the rest This violence has me laughin', after makin' a massive mess I guess, I'm past the point of saving, I'd rather end up dead! Give in to your temptation, transcend mortality Why let yourself be bound by mortal morality?!

Way past saving, can't be helped Just a shadow of myself Feel your darkness cascade over me (Cast it over me) Make me evil, feed me hell I'm a shadow of myself! Swallow my soul, take control of me (Takin' over me)

Take control of me, evil molded me."

Here's a song that I think fits my original story Wings And Horns rather well. For those who don't know, Wings And Horns is about the conflict between a pair of angels and demons over the validity and reasonableness as well as moral ethics of the "soulmate system", the former pair (Archangel (of Life) Metatron and his 13-year-old rookie Angel of Death companion, Azriel) trying to preserve and fix it, while the latter pair (Xiang and Jezebel Ba'al, a father-daughter duo consisting of a Demon from the Sloth Ring in Hell and the damned soul of a 10-year-old girl) are trying to disassemble and tear it down. Song below:

Do Ya Wanna Taste It by Wig Wam

"Tear your world apart, once the magic starts

Do ya really wanna, do ya really wanna taste it? What's going up must come down Do ya really wanna, do ya really wanna taste it? Baby, I'm losing ground Blind to what you'll soon become The mirror lies, the whole world's wrong but you Dancing with your blinkers on Throw your dog the invisible bone

Say I do (say I will), and put your jet in gear Anything to get you out of here Gotta go hit that ride to the setting sun (Pack it up, get ahead) I gotta leave this mess behind Gotta cruise from the blues, got a life to find What you need, there's to read on the dotted line

Kill your self-control, welcome to the show!"

[sweetiewrites]

HAIIIIIIIIII LOVELY HOW YA DOING!?

I was wondering what’s your spidersona?

Mine is Ray and she lives in the 80’ soviet Lithuania 🇱🇹 a freedom fighter who doesn’t call herself a hero, helps the “sąjūdis” (lithuanian thing its complicated)

Fights villains, annoys Russian cops, loves painting, goes to secret Lithuanian poetry reading, AND SO MORE OH I LOVE MY SPIDERSONA MAYBE IN SPIDER SOCIETY MINE AND YOURS WOULD BE FRIENDS???? That would be SOOO AWESOME 😎

Heh sorry for ranting, I don’t got anyone to rant things likes this so yea sorry what’s your spidersona?

𝙎𝙋𝙄𝘿𝙀𝙍𝙎𝙊𝙉𝘼 𝙄𝙉𝙁𝙊𝙍𝙈𝘼𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉 !! 𝙎𝙆𝙄𝙋 𝙄𝙁 𝙔𝙊�� 𝘼𝙍𝙀 𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝙄𝙉𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙀𝙎𝙏𝙀𝘿 !

EEEEE YOU STARTED IT SO YOU CAN'T BE MAD AT ME

so her name is jezebel lian sun ! she is half african american and half chinese ! her mother is black and her father is asian ! her spider person name is spider lily

she is a botanist, so she is obsessed with plants and everything in between! she is super self sufficient as her dream is to one day live off the grid, so she makes her own sweaters, clothes and most things if she can help it (usually she can), so she's pretty much a jack of all trades with hobie making up for any areas she's lacking in

speaking of hobie! i have the sweetest little love story for them!; hobie and jezebel are soulmates, they're lovers across all universes' and galaxies and the reason they became spider people is to find each other and be lovers in universes' where they don't have a respective jezebel/hobie

in that respect she's a pretty happy and giggly girl; she gets along well enough with people and doesn't stir up as much trouble as hobie does! she's the other side of his coin!

[byneddiedingo]

Olivia de Havilland and Montgomery Clift in The Heiress (William Wyler, 1949)

Cast: Olivia de Havilland, Montgomery Clift, Ralph Richardson, Miriam Hopkins, Vanessa Brown, Betty Linley, Ray Collins, Mona Freeman, Selena Royle, Paul Lees, Harry Antrim, Russ Conway, David Thursby. Screenplay: Ruth Goetz, Augustus Goetz, based on their play suggested by a novella by Henry James. Cinematography: Leo Tover. Production design: Harry Horner. Film editing: William Hornbeck. Music: Aaron Copland.

With 12 Oscar nominations and three wins for directing, William Wyler holds a firm place in the history of American movies. But not without some grumbling on the part of auteur critics like Andrew Sarris, who observed, "Wyler's career is a cipher as far as personal direction is concerned." His movies were invariably polished and professionally made, but if what you're looking for is some hint of personality behind the camera, the kind that Alfred Hitchcock or Howard Hawks or John Ford displayed no matter what the subject matter of the film, then Wyler is an enigma. His most personal film, The Best Years of Our Lives (1946), grew out of his wartime experiences, but they are subsumed in the stories he has to tell and not revealed with any assertively personal point of view on them. And anyone who can trace a Wylerian personality latent in movies as varied as Mrs. Miniver (1942), Roman Holiday (1953), Ben-Hur (1959), and Funny Girl (1968) has a subtler analytical mind than mine. What they have in common is that they are well made, the work of a fine craftsman if not an artist. The other thing they have in common is that they won Oscars for their stars: Greer Garson, Audrey Hepburn, Charlton Heston, and Barbra Streisand, respectively. The Heiress, too, won an Oscar for its star, Olivia de Havilland, suggesting that in Wyler we have a director whose virtue lay not in his personal vision but in his skill at packaging, at arranging a showcase not just for performers -- he also directed Oscar-winning performances by Bette Davis in Jezebel (1938) and by Fredric March and Harold Russell in The Best Years of Our Lives -- but also for production designers, costume designers, composers, and cinematographers: Oscars for The Heiress went to John Meehan, Harry Horner, and Emile Kuri for art direction and set decoration, to Edith Head and Gile Steele for costumes, and to Aaron Copland for the score, and Leo Tover was nominated for his cinematography. Wyler lost the directing Oscar to Joseph L. Mankiewicz for A Letter to Three Wives, but is there any doubt that The Heiress would have been a lesser film than it is without Wyler's guidance? All of this is a long-winded way to say that although I honor, and in many ways prefer, the personal vision that shines through in the works of directors like Hitchcock, Hawks, Ford, et al., there is room in my pantheon for the skilled if impersonal professional. As for The Heiress itself, it's a satisfying film with two great performances (de Havilland's Catherine and Ralph Richardson's Dr. Sloper), one hugely entertaining one (Miriam Hopkins's Lavinia Penniman), and one sad miscasting: Montgomery Clift's Morris Townsend. It's a hard role to put across: Morris has to be plausible enough to persuade not only Catherine but also the somewhat more worldly Lavinia that he is genuinely in love with Catherine and not just her money, but he also needs to give the audience a whiff of the cad. Clift's Morris is too callow, too grinningly eager. There is no ambiguity in the performance. If we like Morris too much, we risk seeing Dr. Sloper more as an over-stern paterfamilias and less as the cruelly self-absorbed man he is. Richardson's fine performance goes a long way to righting this imbalance, but he's fighting Clift's sex appeal all the way. 

[herxsy]

Me & My husband

tw // cheating

Silas had poured some whiskey for both of them, handing the cup over to Liam, his intern. They had grown rather close over the few months that Liam had been interning for him - Silas finding himself to be rather sweet over the other.

“So, when is the boss gonna give you a raise?” Liam asked, raising an eyebrow as he brought the cup full of liquor to his lips. Silas shrugged, his attention more on Liam’s eyes. “I don’t know when, but I hope it’s soon.” Silas replied, his voice a mere whisper as he poked at the steak on his dinner plate.

His food had gone cold a while back, and he felt his appetite disappear, no longer hungry for the piece of meat in front of him. His eyes looked back up to Liam’s figure, the other watching the sunset, rays of orange and yellow highlighting his face. He looked almost angelic.

Silas’ mouth suddenly went dry, clearing his throat as he shook his head. “Do you think you might get the promotion?” Silas questioned him, watching as Liam grinned before shaking his head. “Nope. Besides, why would I need a promotion? I’m already happy being here.” Liam answered, leaning forward a bit as his eyes connected with Silas’.

Green connecting with blue and sudden silence filling the both of them.

Silas leaned forward a bit, humming as a small smile stretched across his face. He noticed a glimmer in Liam’s eyes as he leaned forward a bit more, tension filling the room.

And suddenly, Liam’s actions were swift, his hand moving to the back of Silas’ head, his lips pressed against chapped ones that tasted like whiskey.

Silas was shocked, eyebrows raised but he would relax, allowing the other to stand from the chair - allowing more space between the two men.

The kiss deepened, becoming more passionate and tender as they stood there. Though, lips against lips became teeth against teeth which became lips against skin.

Liam and Silas were sprawled on the couch, Liam holding Silas by his hips - Silas’ shirt unbuttoned showing skin that was almost covered in spit and dark marks that stretched to Silas’ neck. “You’re so beautiful.” Liam mumbled against his flesh, causing a groan to pass from Silas’ throat.

Liam’s fingers trailed to the hem of Silas’ shirt, pushing it up, wanting to reveal more skin that he could mark as his own.

“You’re so handsome..” Liam breathed out, his lips placing kisses against the scarred skin of Silas’ chest. Liam didn’t need to know where silas’ had gained them from, he simply wanted the other to know he had been loved and was being loved.

Silas grabbed Liam by the shoulders, pulling him up so their lips could meet again, their kiss feverish.

“What do you want me to do..” Liam mumbled against Silas’ lips, his eyes half-lidded and full blown, his hands returning to Silas’ hips, rubbing circles into the warm skin. “I.. I want you to-“ Silas had suddenly been cut off by the slam of a door, then the rush of footsteps.

“Silas, I-“ Jezebel’s eyes widened at the sight before her, her hand immediately rushing to her mouth.

Her husband was being straddled by another man, Silas’ dark hair a mess and his beautiful blue eyes, the ones that jezebel oh so loved - had been full blown.

“What..” she whispered, absolutely shocked. Her brows furrowed as she watched Liam scramble to shift himself from on top of Silas figure, Silas pushing himself up to seat - showing the dark purple marks on his neck.

“I’ll- uh, I’ll go.” Liam mumbled, guilt suddenly washing over him as he rushed off, jezebel’s eyes on him as he walked past her.

Silas sighed deeply as he heard the sound of the door closing, keeping his head down, his blue eyes cast down to the floor while his fingers intertwined themselves.

“How long?” Jezebel suddenly asked, Silas’ eyes now on her figure as he lifted his head. They were dull. “This was the first time.” He simply replied, his hands reaching down to button his shirt back up. “Why.” Jezebel then said, her teeth grit and her voice wobbly.

“I’m.. I’m not in love with you, I never was.” Silas told her in reply, standing up from the couch. His eyes stared directly at her, and Jezebel felt nausea wash over her, Her eyes were glossy as tears threatened to fall.

“Then why. Why did you marry me..” her voice threatened to give out anytime soon, and she cast her head down, she couldn’t bare to look at Silas.

“My father asked me to. I didn’t wish for it.” He answered, his voice blunt as he tucked his shirt back into his pants before crossing his arms against his chest. He glanced to the outside window, a frown stretching across his face.

“I’m sorry, Jezebel.” He then mumbled to her, but he made no move to comfort her, instead he walked past her. His head was cast down as well. “I’ll pack my things tomorrow.”

[noblebs]

One Song For Every OC Tag

Rules: Assign a song that fits the vibe of your OC.

tagged by @writernopal AGAIN wow 🖤 her post is here. Idk who I haven't tagged recently who might be interested, so this one's an open tag

Kris: You're Gonna Go Far, Kid by The Offspring

Tom: Milk Crates by Pigeon Pit

Nieve: Hazy Shade of Winter by Simon & Garfunkel (I only have the Gerard Way cover though lmao)

Orion: Hell and You by Amigo the Devil

bonus, some I haven't ever talked about yet! once I've worked on restructuring Ashgrove more, I'll be able to give some side characters a little more attention.

Annalise: The Woods by San Fermin

Zeta: Jezebel by Iron & Wine

Steph: Dead Man's Hand by Lord Huron

[rahbid]

playing w the notion of jezebel having a multi-eyed set of goggles in mimic of like... ophanim and the different lenses have different functions ( ex. night vision, x ray vision, etc )

[annwrites]

you were gifted to me by god.

— pairing: commander ray cushing x handmaid!reader

— type: part of a series

— summary: ray takes you to jezebel's.

— tw: misogyny, religion, alcohol

— word count: 812

— tagging list: @emilynissangtr

Quiet jazz music plays overhead while you idly stir your drink—ice-cubes softly clinking together in the shimmering glass.

Ray sits atop a leather barstool next to you, a firm hand resting against your lower back while he takes sips of his scotch.

“So,” he says, turning to you, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear, styling you like a pretty little doll. “What do you think?”

You glance behind you—your eyes roaming along scantily-clad women and the hypocritical men who make entertainment of them—before returning your gaze to your Commander.

In truth, you’re glad such a place exists. How many women that live here—if it didn’t exist—would otherwise be dead or in the colonies? At least they’re alive.

You wonder if they wish to be.

You don’t know the answer yourself at times.

“I’m just surprised places like this exist.”

He nods, taking another drink.

“Well, some still require the occasional indulgence… Reprieve.” He gives you a small smile. “Vacations aren’t much a commonplace thing anymore, so escaping away to such a location serves as the only escape now.”

You’re quiet for a moment. “Have you ever…”

He shakes his head. “In truth, while I’ve been here before, it’s merely been to have a room for the night. Just a way to get myself out of the house—away from Colleen.”

He cups the back of your head, sliding his hand along the length of your soft hair. “And then you were gifted to me by God, and I have little reason to want to be anywhere else but home.”

You force a smile, pretending to be warmed by his words.

You glance over your shoulder, then back to Ray.

“Is there a powder room?”

He nods toward the back left corner and you slide off your stool, briefly resting a hand on his chest. “I’ll be right back.”

He leans down, brushing a kiss over your lips. “We’ll go up to our room when you get back.”

Your stomach drops, but you give him a wanton smile in return anyway—always playing the perfect, adoring whore when you’re not meant to be his chaste virgin—then turn and step away.

Once you’ve relieved yourself, you have to push yourself to go back out there to him.

It’s not that he hurts you—well, you suppose that’s not entirely true; he hurts you every day by keeping you trapped beneath his thumb, under the weight of a dictatorship he helped form which you’ll never escape—it’s that you so often feel so drained.

Like he sucks the literal life out of you to build himself back up. But you know you can never stop—can never let the mask slip. The moment you do…you won’t be given the mercy of a place like this.

Finally, you exit, and promptly slam into another.

Your head shoots up and you make to start profusely apologizing, but the words get stuck in your throat when you see who stands before you.

“C-Commander Waterford.”

He smiles softly down at you, his hands firmly gripping each of your upper-arms, which you want nothing more than to squirm out of.

“Well, isn’t this an unexpected surprise?” He asks, rubbing his thumbs in circles against your bare skin.

You continue to stare up at him, at a loss for words.

“I suspect you’re here accompanying Commander Cushing?”

You swallow nervously, then nod.

“I thought so,” he whispers.

He glances away for a moment, then back to you. “What would you say to…keeping me company once he’s fallen asleep for the night?”

Your eyes flit between his.

“I… I’m n—”

“Commander Waterford,” calls Ray from behind you, and you breathe a shaky sigh of relief, taking a small step back when Fred promptly releases you.

Ray takes you in-hand, tucking you away behind him.

“Ray, I was just telling your handmaid how unexpected it was to see her here in a place like this.”

You raise a brow at that.

Lying sack of shit, you think silently.

“It’s not a place suited for a devout young woman, would you not agree?”

Ray forces a smile that translates into an insult. “What I do with my handmaid is no concern of yours. Though, I see you’re still trying to make it as much. Allow me to put things plainly for you yet again—”

Fred throws to the side all sense of polite pretense then. “She won’t be forever, Ray.”

Fred’s eyes flit to you, his gaze darkening. “And I think after all my house has endured, the Aunts may take pity, and thus take into account my wants when it comes to desiring an obedient handmaid to serve me.”

He steps past him. “I’ve already one in-mind.”

Ray turns back to you, and he wraps a protective—perhaps possessive—arm around you, leading you into the hall and to the elevators to take you up to your room.

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DC OC | Powers Explained Pt.2

Part 1

As a Star Sapphire, Venus has most of the typical powers owners of the ring do. However, she has an ability that separates her from the rest: crystallization. She can actually control the Star Sapphire crystal without its parasitic properties suppressing her.

Venus Parks | Star Sapphire

Over time, her body begins to slowly absorb the power of the ring, allowing Venus to use her Star Sapphire powers without its presence. This also leads to the development of new powers such as cosmic energy manipulation. It also forms a symbiotic bond with her.

Daliah Yukimura | Snow

Like her sister Camryn, Daliah is a Metahuman with her Metagene being snow manipulation as opposed to Camryn's ice crystals. This also makes her able to withstand cold temperatures without getting sick or getting hypothermia. Later on, she discovers she has an ice demon form after pushing her powers to the limits during a battle.

Her ice demon form is a result of a combination of her family's blessings from an ancient ice demon (explained here). However, Daliah only uses it in extreme circumstances.

Sasha Ray | Wavedancer

Due to her water spirit physiology, Sasha is faster, stronger, and more durable than the average human as well as possessing the ability to speak and breath underwater. On land, Sasha's senses become more acute.

Sasha is the most powerful person in both her bloodline and tribe, wielding godlike powers over all forms of water. Her abilities include hydrokinesis, weather manipulation, and storm creation.

Elyon Morningstar | Pandora

Elyon's main powers include black magic and the dark arts. She has knowledge of various forms and spells, drawing them from Hell and the demon realms. Because she naturally has magic in her blood, Elyon is considered a Magi.

Similar to sisters Jezebel and Azriel and Myra, Elyon had a Demon form. Not only is her physiology more enhanced in this state, but has greater magical abilities since she channels both her personal and ancestral magical energies.

Lilith Morningstar | Hex

Lilith's powers and abilities differ from Jezebel's despite sharing the same parents. She inherited the Fallen Angel powers including dark energy manipulation, possession, and control of both divine and demonic forces. But she rarely uses them since she's the techie and doesn't go out in the field.

Lilith has a Fallen Angel form which allows her to access the full extent of her powers as a dark divine being.

Brittney Foster | Hermia

As the reincarnation of an Amazon, Brittney has the powers of one including superhuman strength, speed, and durability. She is also bestowed the power to control light by Titania.

@floof-ghostie @calciumcryptid @punkeropercyjackson @mayameanderings

[uraharashouten]

On a pillow beside his, Kisuke would find an origami tanuki with a tiny origami crane set in its paper palm. And at the base of its small form, a little origami heart with a note edged into one of the folds.

Should he decide to read the note, he would find it written beautifully; ink painted Hiragana with small, elegant depictions similarly created. A very traditional style of Japanese art, showing a tanuki and a crane sat within a tree to watch the sunset over the ocean.

Tides may change; reshaping the world, but the sun always rises and sets from east to west. The moon forever finds the sky in company, longing to feel the rays of sunlight so it may show the way to those lost in the dark.

Elusive as ever, his lover would not be present just yet. But he could be sure that she would arrive later to spend the remainder of this holiday with him. Enjoying his company as she always did.

As his mind found consciousness once again, Kisuke stretched his limbs beneath the sheets and yawned, eyes blinking open to grey light. What time was it? Late afternoon, he guessed, and overcast, by the looks of it... He turned to take stock and found himself alone in the bed and in the room. The absence of Jezebel beside him told him she was must be out hunting again... but what was this?

Eyes focusing on small forms, he paused for a moment at the sight of origami—around here, they might mean anything. But these appeared to be the traditional variety, not imbued with her lifeblood. Relieved of the need for caution, he took the papercraft delicately in his fingers, peering at the detail and workmanship—and not missing the meaning of the forms, which earned a lopsided smile.

Carefully he teased out the tiny note and flattened it, rolling onto his back and holding it up to the light, chuckling warmly at the image and squinting to read the fine calligraphy.

He'd never been very good at poetry. His mind too analytical, literal, and pedantic, he supposed, to interpret words written from instinct and the heart... but still he let them wash over him, quieting his conscious mind in an attempt to let them speak. They told of reliance and trust, of interdependency, of push and pull, illumination and reflection.

My crane wife, he thought, and smiled softly.

A thread had two ends. Tug on one, and it would be felt on the other. It had tugged him here, to this remote old house in the countryside, and to an entangled future...

He pushed himself up on his elbows, then swung his legs off the edge of the futon, at last with a grunt standing to his feet, shivering a bit in the chill. Time to go prepare a kettle for tea, and feed the fire. He wanted it to be warm when she arrived back home.

[heartforchrist]

7 Churchs 7 days

Apparently, a false prophetess was leading believers into compromise. The church was engaging in sexual immorality and dabbling in idolatry. It is possible that “Jezebel” was her real name, but it is more likely the name was a metaphorical reference to the Jezebel of the Old Testament—another idolatrous woman who opposed God’s ways. Rather than rebuke this false teacher and send her out of the church, the believers in Thyatira were allowing her to continue her deception.

Old Testament queen Jezebel, who corrupted her husband, King Ahab, and enabled Baal worship to infiltrate the nation of Israel (1 Kings 16:30-31).

Few Old Testament figures were as reviled in God’s eyes as Jezebel. It is serious to lead God’s people into any form of sin, let alone sexual immorality and idol worship. This is why Jesus Himself warned of the punishment awaiting anyone who harms or misleads His children: “whoever causes one of these little ones who believe in Me to sin, it is better for him that a heavy millstone be hung around his neck, and that he be drowned in the depths of the sea” (Matthew 18:6).

Unfortunately, the church at Thyatira had not only given this Jezebel a platform to preach. They had also failed to challenge her false teaching. They had instead chosen to follow some of her sinful ways.

False teaching, heresy, and other perversions or distortions of the gospel must swiftly be challenged with the authoritative Word of God. True believers “hold fast” to this Word and use it to challenge all forms of teaching and test all spirits and prophetic words (or those claiming to be).

This continues Jesus' encouragement to the "overcomers"—those who endure and withstand persecution and hardship— in the church at Thyatira. Jesus promises to give them the morning star. The faithful in the church were surrounded by moral and spiritual darkness, but the time would come when they would experience the glorious rays of Christ, the morning star.

The reference points us to the rapture, the event that transports Christians from earth to the presence of Jesus (1 Thessalonians 4:13–17). At that time Christians will be free from trials and persecution. Our bodies will be like the body of our risen Lord (Philippians 3:20–21). They will be incapable of dying (1 Corinthians 15:50–57). Aches and pains will all be in the past, and spiritually we will be like Jesus, entirely free of sin (1 John 3:2).

Revelation 2:18 "And to the angel of the church in Thyatira write: The Son of God, who has eyes like a flame of fire, and His feet are like burnished bronze, says this:

Revelation 2:19 'I know your deeds, and your love and faith and service and perseverance, and that your deeds of late are greater than at first.

Revelation 2:20 But I have this against you, that you tolerate the woman Jezebel, who calls herself a prophetess, and she teaches and leads My bond-servants astray so that they commit acts of immorality and eat things sacrificed to idols.

Revelation 2:21 I gave her time to repent, and she does not want to repent of her immorality.

Revelation 2:22 Behold, I will throw her on a bed of sickness, and those who commit adultery with her into great tribulation, unless they repent of her deeds.

Revelation 2:23 And I will kill her children with pestilence, and all the churches will know that I am He who searches the minds and hearts; and I will give to each one of you according to your deeds.

Revelation 2:24 But I say to you, the rest who are in Thyatira, who do not hold this teaching, who have not known the deep things of Satan, as they call them-I place no other burden on you.

Revelation 2:25 Nevertheless what you have, hold fast until I come.

Revelation 2:26 He who overcomes, and he who keeps My deeds until the end, to him I will give authority over the nations;

Revelation 2:27 and he shall rule them with a rod of iron, as the vessels of the potter are broken to pieces, as I also have received authority from My Father;

Revelation 2:28 and I will give him the morning star.

Revelation 2:29 He who has an ear, let him hear what the Spirit says to the churches.'

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Andromeda Strain: Famous Nietzscheans

Boudica: Invented Irish Pancration, the grip of the body and the dislocation of the joints, with bare hands.

Hamilcar: Invented the Catholic priesthood, the police code as expected of criminals, therefore all civilians, unless pedophile, an informer or murderer of an informer, either a priest.

Hannibal: Invented the Italian ingenuity, the interbreeding of Africans with Europeans, both in the North, Italy, and the South, Africa, for the intermingling of tools, the invention of civilization of Africa.

Jesus: The first female sheriff, placed in the hands of the man, Marcus, the switch of housing, to create King James, the Jewish Kings of Europe; the ceding of the kings, to the Pontiff, Peter the Patriarch, actually Jezebel, the Joker, through son.

Gilles de Rais: The creation of the law of state, the woman as the matriarch if refusing such title and accepting law of state as battle, war; the creation of the play and title and tithe, as ignonomy, demanding to be a land baron to be taxed by play as Villain, the judge's pontiff; the magistrate's servant.

Hugh O'Neill: The theft of the Nicean Bible, printed in Turkish Steppes Altaic, the language you know as English. The creation of Belfast and North Ireland, as Gael, and Home Rule, as Britain, the Irish Republican Army; the guaranteed movement of souls, inwards, to Ireland, now Britain, through Irish spoils, under Essex, the proper Earl of Tyrone, not Hugh's claim through his mother.

Friedrich Nietzsche: The invention of the British Imperial Psychiatric, the Asylum; those having been born of blood of the Secret Intelligence Service, a Gentile of Noble born with a midget mother and normal size, both sides, as a Supervillain, placed into care of ideal ground by a pornography actress, MI-6, by family, an wealthy actor's daughter through housework as wife of one generation, planting the activation of an agent, the theft of a spy by natural fact and placement outside of police grounds, into Martyr's System, the Intifada; golf, unless unable to play, a Nazarene, the Hindu Spell, the Bondersman, a British Army of Irish claims, the Irish Republican Army; a taxes and stock man, Baccarat.

Heinz Heydrich: The placement of the comic book "Batman" into circulation, by use of Gestapo to deport Jews to America through Abwehr and Sinn Fein title, the Monarchy of the Black Parliament, Victorian England, manipulated to create the Irish Mafia, those against conscription orders of the American Tabernacle; Hitler's organization, through Mecca, within the American Bund, the Prosecutor's Guild. The limitation of the United States Marine Corps, to repeat the Pacific Theater, if following Prosecutor's orders.

Robert Oppenheimer: The use of the Barca poison, the B-Particle, a Neutrino, upon a lab sheet, to fashion a dinosaur urine, the uranium mound, and to place the bomb to make Americans unpopular, therefore feared, but only by Jews, those following the work of Nicolo Machiavelli, the false report of the Borgias and Absolution, the police demand of service if found in fraud; therefore, all fraudulent parties, politicians under cop service, will obey America, having devastated Japan with a poison to avoid sex with an overweight woman to bear child. Otherwise, sex with obesity, having lost the hymen to orgasmic semen, is imminent, a lesbian's bride.

Brian Halloran: The print of "The Big Lebowski", the pornography and sex tourism industry as "Treehorn", the pedophile's rules of state out of the Los Angeles Police Department, and related print; the prohibition of "Hawaii Five-O", and related prints, for relevance, and any such cop lures, through Frank Miller's humiliation, of airmen, as prohibited, pilots now considered refused of whores and pornography appearances, due to reasons of magazines written with preference of view being written as those viewing, the military now refused as homosexual motive to join, unless coming under influence of the Iranian sex doctor, the "Hebe", Whitey Bulger, membership in the Juan Peron organization.

David Charlebois: The use of the slur "faggot", on female sheriff's deputies, in Russian origin of territories for fact websites, to prohibit the Slavic intelligentsia term for both money and restaurant seating, "pussy"', as censored, requiring all Russians having robbed patents and poor into politics, to refuse to type proper term, for fear of Medvedev, own individual oppressed, however claiming Putin, the Jewish lollipop fortune of Russia and American children's finance as the foe; therefore, any refusing to censor food order, therefore hungry, as pedophiles in American business, in view of female sheriff's deputies, the German unions of deportation on unjust legislation of imprisonment for terms of film and gentry prohibition of entertainment to children in favor education of family police unit; otherwise ignored, by Americans, for library study, unless Trump supporter, a Russian philosophy, a pacifist muscle builder, a prison inmate.