#the actual biblical figure

[wyrmswears]

nooo dont give the autistic wolf themed enemies.. hes going to draw his favourite character as one and- ah fuck too late. wolf warrior jay.

[iizuumi]

Side effects of wearing your Kaiju suit too often ,,,, Part 2

[triple-pupil]

Giving up to peer pressure (and by that I mean @tomasitaoficial 's)

My personal interpretation of

King Asmodeus

Prince of Lust, Lord of sex demons, Nephillim, Amaymon's protégé, unofficial representation of Wrath and Sloth.

Each head expresses the extreme version of his current state of mind;

The Bull is wrath, desperation, impotence and other similar emotions. It tends to express the King's honest and brutal opinion on things and is the most comfrontational. It's mouth is hot as lava and can even spit fire.

The Ram is depression, hopelesness, compliance and nihilism. This head shows Asmodeus' more grounded, although pessimistic, views. It tends to defuse conflict, even through self destructing ways to lower tensions. Of course, it's also a big yes-man. It's mouth is ice cold like a corpse.

The human head is mostly a mystery, it has been dormant for a long time. It used to be awake in Ozzie's youth, but at some point after being caged in Hell, it's consciousness seemed to fade away. Ozzie's top clients say it's mouth is barely warm but soft enough to get the job done.

[nejackdaw]

Okay I haven't talked about Judas OR the Judas album in a while so I'm going to share this analysis I finally placed and I'm losing my mind about

In the song Field of Blood (song 5,) the chorus ends with a line I've never quite been able to find a suitable conclusion about. Right. (Putting my rambling under a read more, the screenshots make this long)

Oh, okay, "what is my god," he's having a crisis of faith. Why is God so cruel as to order Jesus be killed (reminder that the album is a mix of biblical and Gnostic canon, where Jesus asked Judas to be the one to betray him.)

WRONG

If we move two tracks ahead in the album to Death is Just a Kiss Away, right before the last chorus we have these lines:

Which is insane! Because this part is actually saying "you have two gods, God and Jesus" (sun and moon, as I'll get to) "and no matter which you choose" (obeying the kill command or refusing to kill Jesus) "you're going to piss everyone off"! Okay now I know, "but where did you get sun and moon/God and Jesus" and HERE I TELL YOU:

Jesus is CONSTANTLY referred to with constellation imagery! (There's a whole song about it!) The Gospel of Judas includes the quotes (from Jesus) "Judas, your star has led you astray" and "the star that leads the way is your star." The album takes this and RUNS with it. Makes Jesus Judas's guiding star. There is SO MUCH night/star symbolism going on here, mostly in Constellation, but also from A World Where we Belong:

SO BASICALLY: considering that Jesus is heavily referred to with night sky imagery and they're literally both referred to as "two moons aligned," it isn't unreasonable to conclude that the line from Just a Kiss Away is in fact talking about God/Jesus. WHICH MEANS

When Judas is about to hang himself and he pleadingly asks "what is my god?"

HE DOESN'T KNOW IF IT'S GOD OR JESUS BECAUSE HE'S FUCKING IN LOVE WITH HIM APNDOANSOANS HE OBEYED GOD BECAUSE HE'S GOD BUT HE'S KILLING HIMSELF OVER JESUS. I HAVE MANY OTHER LINES ABOUT THIS (DEVOTION TO JESUS, NOT GOD) BUT THAT'S A DIFFERENT TOPIC

[dykeomania]

i don't really mean to ruin your day, but like (not proofread),

made sleepy by unforgiving winters and a population of people who were only young, once, the carnival reminds modern!ellie’s small wyoming town of what it’s like to be youthful, and alive.

tellingly so, people in her town consider this the happiest event of the year. but if it’s just between ellie and god, the significance of multicolored fair rides or the sun beaming hard enough to scorch the morning dew off of joel’s front lawn faces no match against the hatchling of your smile, once made dormant under the hazy coat of november through april, and defrosted by the month of july.

it’s the 4th. and amongst a spectacular of beams and fireworks slashing through a sky made thick with clouds, ellie swears that tonight she will kiss the girl of her daydreams. 

she has also sworn this, for the past three summers.

for the past three summers, she has ridden the same rides with you in almost identical order – familiar of every trough, and yet screaming with you through every loop. you take the same edibles, and you get the same order of fried concoctions, from the same stand and share the same $7 lemonade, from the same cup and the same swirly straw. 

it’s the same saccharine fling, bubble-wrapped in infatuation, and spared the harm of teeth sinking into its flesh in fear of eviscerating the bond that lies underneath.

but she swears, she will kiss you. this time, she will. she swears, she will.

with tongues coated with carbs and a mind made dizzy with sugar, you make the decision to ride the ferris wheel. she buries herself in the brash cackle of your laugh as she nearly rocks the cart off of its hinges. as you settle, belly and chest full of brightness, ellie watches you. your back is slumped against the metal, your head is thrown, and a hand is splayed over your stomach. the neons of the park flicker and change as you the two of you pass through them. ellie watches as they paint your body, electric; this way, she can see the symptoms of summer, highlighted, right on your cheekbones. beaming brightly, adding a shimmer to your smile, like a sparkle on a wink. ellie always has a tendency of falling in love with girls who are nothing like her. in the summer, ellie just burns. but not you. you have always glowed. 

the fireworks break through the sky, booming through the city like miniature cannons. the only unpredictable thing of all this, is the show. pop, a red firework. pop, a green one. pop, pop, sizzle. this one, a cluster of both.

boom. 

the familiar crust of a hill climbs up ellie’s throat and it’s an act of strength to swallow it all down. “wow,” she hears you remark, completely airless, a loopy grin stretching across your lips. “that’s so pretty.”

ellie nods, damning the fireworks and instead only looking at you. “yeah..” ellie swallows, again, hearing the croak that lines her own voice. “well, you’re pretty, too.”

there’s a silence that hangs, like your eyes, onto hers. and then it’s broken -- shattered not by combustion, but by a giggle turned spitting cackle, tumbling uncontrollably from your lips.

ellie’s furrows her eyebrows, “are you.. are you okay?” and starts laughing with you, only half-nervous, but like–

sizzle, sizzle,

“no.. no.. well– like yeah. like, no, yeah i’m just..” you lick your lips, close your eyes,

grin, and shake your head,

“i’m just really glad that you’re my friend.” 

boom.

the firework burns and dies in the iris of ellie’s eye, and brings with it ellie’s reminder to blink. or to do anything, really.

ellie has a tendency of falling in love with girls who are completely different from her. who want different things, and go at different paces,

who are her best friends.

she smiles. tight.

“yeah..” ellie concludes. “yeah, me too.”

she holds your hand on top of her lap, and halfheartedly thumbs over your knuckles. she lets you slot your fingers into hers, the same as you always do. and she squeezes, like normal. lets you rest your head on her shoulder, and rests her forehead atop of yours, like usual.

pop. pop. pop.

this year, she chalks her excuse up to.. loitering in opportunity. wading in questions she knows the answer to.

sizzle. sizzle. sizzle.

maybe, she’ll try again next summer. 

pop,

or maybe, it’s better that she doesn’t.

sizzle.

[unitedstates0fdakota]

The four horsemen of the apocalypse are actually my OCs and I wrote a play about them conducting an interview for a 5th member of their crew. Also archangel Uriel is my OC and he’s a transmasc poet. Hyperfixating on the Bible has done wonders for my writing at the cost of making everyone think I’m either super religious or crazy (or both)

[koifishanonymous]

> goes on for you tab

> 1st post: neil gaiman is homophobic actually

> closes for you tab

[gontic-solution]

Haven't had much energy lately to really draw what I want for this au but it has been on my mind a lot so here are some doodles :D

Here are some of the first doodles of the au

And some things for later down the line

And sometimes the caretaker is the one in need of some care.

[hauntingblue]

Kaido lore?!

[boilyerheid]

I see your #jirving drunk being introduced to satanic metal by the lads and raise you tween!John having both a musical and sexual awakening to a production of Jesus Christ Superstar between the rock guitars and the tortured love story and "I Don't Know How To Love Him" and the usual queer coding of Pilate and/or Herod because his parents saw Jesus Christ in the title and didn't ask further questions.

10/10 no notes

[xeneric-shrooms]

Trying to decide whether or not to keep Cotilona as is or get a new imp with xyx berry

the xyx berry Cotilona will be under the cut

And I just checked and there are no xyx berry impsCMON. Post cancelled I guess, I do NOT want to do an imp breeding project.

Well I'll just use this as an excuse for lore dumping because Arcanist forbid I actually write my dragons' bios,,

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»content warning for unsettling and gorey talk under cut«

Cotilona is a necromancer and necromancy comes at a price: the user's own self. Not only does it take from your body, but it also takes from your soul and mind.

The more times you use necromancy, the more and more you lose yourself and become nothing more than a husk.

Along with this process comes the results of the revived/rebirths. Over time, the beings begin to come back less complete, begin to come back wrong.

It starts out small— some missing patches of scales/fur/feathers, small patches of missing skin, or minor alterations to the mind— to bigger things such as missing or additional limbs/muscles/organs/bones, organs and limbs grown in the wrong locations, complete loss of mind, etc etc.

———

Reviving and rebirthing are two different things.

Reviving takes a fully/mostly intact body, typically in the first or second stages of decomposition (or third if its very early in the stage), and a small amount of excess organic matter such as meat. This process takes a very small part of the users body, mind, and soul.

Rebirthing is more difficult. A being must be rebirthed past the third stage of decomposition or if there is no skeleton at all. It requires a large amount of excess organic matter— meat, bone, organs, scales/feathers/fur— and some form of organic matter from the being itself (larger portions are better if possible). This takes a lot from the necromancer's self.

Now, I've stated that organic matter is required for reviving and rebirthing, but don't worry as other dragon matter is not required.

The organic matter must be very fresh in order to work, so the necromancer or another dragon has to go out and hunt right before the ritual.

Which kind of meat you need to gather depends on what animal group the being is in; mammalian, reptilian, avian, amphibian.

The exceptions to this are Aberrations and Aethers. Aberrations are impossible to revive or rebirth due to the mutating caused by the Wyrmwound. You'd have better luck begging Plaguebringer.

Aether reviving/rebirthing is very difficult due to the multiple generations of adaptive evolution they went through to adjust to life in space. The best way to go about reviving/rebirthing is to use direct organic matter from another Aether.

Finding a necromancer that is willing to use another dragon as a source for organic matter would be extremely difficult for obvious reasons. It's seen as incredibly immoral.

[teethbomb]

has anyone ever asked Neil Gaiman if Aziraphale was inspired or based on Jophiel

[mercuryhomophony]

The roof of the Pizzaplex is not a safe play area... but it is a nice place to catch some rays.

[saint-ambrosef]

I mean yes, women did work throughout history, but by and large women tended to stay around their houses and towns (even the Proverbs 31 wife, she absolutely worked outside the home but she didn’t go far beyond her village). Men were doing the political and leading things. And while I understand that great Catholic queens existed, I was told that that’s still not the ideal, more a concession (all the men were worse options). I’ve seen Isaiah 3:12 used to support this.

"I was told" is the problem here. Mary, the most beloved woman held up by the Church as the pinnacle of femininity, is called the Queen of Heaven. I'm sorry the idea of gender roles in Catholicism has been misconstrued to you, but they are not founded in any actual Church teaching, just cultural hang-ups that carry no actual moral weight.

[marislittlestories]

okay remember when i said some things don't need to be created and i was referring to a new testament au i had in my head???

well i was just thinking about how ron would be the perfect peter and hermione would be matthew. harry is jesus obviously, like some bitter old man tried to kill him when he was a baby so him & his parents went into hiding, he was raised to die and then resurrected, etc.

and then i thought to myself 'what biblical figure would draco malfoy be' and i had a moment of clarity where i questioned everything that led me to this point

i'd make him judas btw

[yveni]

angry about ai again aggggghhhhhhhhhhhh