#Isaac Solomon

[nakeddeparture]

Bridgetown, Barbados. The Caribbean Development Bank’s safety net (absent Dr Leon) needs to be flexible and to include country-specific foreign contractor agreements.

https://youtu.be/ENLqeIfirX4

Work can be done, money repaid, but it is obvious that the CDB does not trust (and for good reasons) its local clients. Have your say. Naked!!

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[themythiceyeguild]

A friendly reminder to my guild members to please not set the guild hall on fire. And to please watch your children at all times so that they don’t set the guild hall on fire. Thank you. ~ Guildmaster Isaac

[secular-jew]

The land of Israel has been populated by the Jewish people since 2000 BCE. Here's the timeline, in case you didn't realize that it is their homeland.

1900 BCE:

- Abraham chosen by G-d as the Father of the Jewish Nation.

1900 BCE:

- Isaac, Abraham's son, rules over Israel.

1850 BCE:

- Jacob, son of Issac, rules over Israel.

1400 BCE:

- Moses leads the people out of Egypt and back to Israel.

1010 BCE:

- King David unites the 12 tribes into one nation.

970 BCE:

- King Solomon, son of David, builds the first temple structure in Jerusalem

930 BCE:

- Israel is divided into two kingdoms, the Kingdom of Israel and the Kingdom of Judah.

722 BCE:

- Kingdom of Israel is conquered by Assyrians.

605 BCE:

- Kingdom of Judah is conquered by the Babylonians.

586 BCE:

- Solomon's Temple is destroyed by the Babylonians.

539 BCE:

- Persians conquer the Babylonians and take control of Israel.

538 BCE:

- The Jews return to Israel from exile.

520 BCE:

- The Temple is rebuilt.

432 BCE:

- The last group of Jews return from exile.

333 BCE:

- The Greeks conquer the Persian empire.

323 BCE:

- The Egyptian and Syrian empires take over Israel.

167 BC:

- Hasmoneans recapture Israel, and the Jews rule independently.

70 BCE:

- Romans conquer Israel.

70 CE:

- Romans destroy the temple.

After that, the Jewish people were captives to the Romans, Byzantines, Arabs, and Crusaders. Through all of these events, the Jewish people continued to live in Israel. There were more or fewer of them, depending on the centuries, but there was never a time when the Jews didn't live in the land.

They stayed, they built their communities, they raised their families, practiced their faith and they suffered at the hands of many outside rulers, but they always kept their faith. It is what sustains them, even now.

May 1948 CE:

- the UN established the State of Israel, the sovereign nation of the Jews.

Don't buy the Palestinian lies that they are entitled to the land. It simply is not true. HaShem will also provide a way for his chosen people to live in Israel, as He has for thousands of years.

Based off of a post by Raymond García of Julesburg, Colorado USA

[dailyjsa]

Who's Who: The Definitive Directory of the DC Universe #11

[incorrectreiwakamenriderquotes]

Touma: There is no shortcut to becoming almighty. NONE! *destroys Solomon robot*

Isaac: You bastard-!

Touma: *raises Xross Saber* Playtime is over.

Isaac: What��� is this power?! No mere human can control-

Touma: *charging weapon* Once upon a time, I lost my best friends. And in the process, I lost my memories. Now I have them back, and I’d do anything to keep them safe, be it become a monster… or worse. So thank you, Isaac, for choosing the nuclear option.

Isaac: You… BASTARD!! *swings sword, which snaps* Wha-?!

Touma: My friends, my allies… with their strength, I have become Almighty. Soon you will know what true power is. For I. Am. A t o m i c.

[t-u-i-t-c]

Kamen Rider Solomon

"When the legendary swords and the chosen books combine, an ultimate power shall unleash unto the world."

[cookie-arts]

December babies (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

Characters:

– Margarette Camellia Sanchez (OC/My Obey Me MC)

– Solomon (Obey Me)

– Isaac Newton (Ikemen Vampire)

Thoughts while drawing:

It's an early birthday present for me from me ^^

I've been planning this for like... a year now? Yeah.

It was fun drawing them in different outfits hehe

How the hell do clothes work???

How do I draw hands?!?! T T

Solomon was the easiest. I kinda like how his hair and outfit turned out. 9/10

Camellia was the second easiest. Had some trouble with her arms and the cake but I'm glad it turned out okay in the end. 8.5/10

Isaac was... the hardest (again). His hair is a b*tch. But I think I improved drawing him from the last time I drew him. 7/10

I should definitely buy my own color pencils this time....

Note to self: crayons are a bad choice of coloring materials for a sketch pad.

[spurgie-cousin]

I wouldn't include any dedicated parts to Isaac specifically, both because of his ideology and the fact that John and Miriam are just more informative and forthcoming as a whole in their interviews.

[fundieshaderoom]

A Fourth Anderson to Speak Out

[carpe-astra]

Cycles of Choice pt. 2

Britta moved silently through the halls of Dandy’s estate, her footsteps barely a whisper against the floors. The air was thick with silence, untouched since that night. She’d been avoiding this place, just like Isaac had. But tonight, something had pulled her back. Perhaps it was the quiet ache in her heart, the need to feel his presence one last time before locking it away.

The front parlor greeted her first, the room where Dandy had spent so much of his time when he wasn’t out getting into mischief or chasing some fleeting thrill. Odd, how he had lain there in feigned death only weeks prior.

The furniture was untouched, perfectly in place, like it was waiting for him to return. She could almost hear his laugh, the way his eyes would light up when he saw her walk into the room.

A lump rose in her throat, but she swallowed it down, forcing herself to keep moving.

Britta drifted into the next room, past shelves filled with books Dandy had read and the ones he'd meant to. The memories tugged at her heart, each one a little dagger of grief, but she pushed through. Dandy had always been the reckless one, always the wild spirit; now, everything about him was frozen in time. Just like he had been in those final moments.

Her hand grazed over the edge of a nearby table, picking up a painted portrait of the three of them. Isaac, towering and composed as ever; Dandy, flashing his carefree grin; and herself, standing between them like a proud mother beside her two boys. She’d never had children of her own, but Dandy… he was the closest she’d ever come. Watching him die had torn something from her that she wasn’t sure she’d ever get back.

Her eyes fell on the portrait. Her fingers tightened around the frame, a bitter, twisted part of her wishing she could smash it, shatter the illusion of that perfect, fleeting moment. But she didn’t. Instead, she carefully placed it back, the protective glass cool beneath her fingertips as she fought to keep herself together.

She moved through the house, room by room, each space echoing with the ghost of his presence. His wardrobe was still open, clothes tossed carelessly about like he’d been in a rush to leave. One of his fancy coats was half off the hanger. She reached out, touched the fabric, and almost pulled it free to bury her face in it. But she stopped herself.

The boys who had held her down, who had bitten into her flesh, who had made her watch Dandy die... they had left scars far deeper than the ones on her skin. Thanks to Andrew, her body was healed now, with no more wounds or bruises, but inside… she felt hollow. She had begged Isaac to choose her. She had wanted to die in that moment if it meant sparing Dandy and Xavier. But Isaac had been unable to choose, and Dandy had paid the price.

Her hands trembled as she reached for the lamp in the corner. The light flickered as she turned it off, casting the room into deeper shadow.

She made her way to Dandy’s sanctuary, where he would hole up when the world became too much, when the fun and games couldn’t drown out whatever darkness gnawed at him. She stood in the doorway, unable to step further inside, as though crossing that threshold would break the dam holding back her grief.

He had been her boy. A wild, reckless, foolish boy, but hers all the same. And now he was gone.

Her fingers rested on the doorframe, a sigh escaping her lips. She had been with Isaac and Dandy since the late 1800s, had seen more than a mortal life could hold. But she had never felt so weary as she did now, standing in the wreckage of a life cut short by vengeance and cruelty.

Britta’s heart ached with a fresh wave of sorrow. She wanted to fix it. She wanted to go back and change it all. Beg Isaac harder to choose her, beg Dandy to run, do anything to stop this nightmare from unfolding. But it was too late. It was always too late.

Steeling herself, she turned and walked back downstairs, her pace slower now, the weight of the memories heavier with every step. She reached the front of the house again, stopping by the doorway. Her hand hesitated over the light switch.

“We’ll deal with it… later,” she whispered, though the house didn’t answer. No ghosts would rise to greet her, no familiar voice would call her name. It was just her, standing in the stillness.

With a quiet click, the last light in Dandy’s estate flickered out, and the house was swallowed by darkness. Britta stood there for a moment longer, taking it all in, the silence, the cold, the finality of it all. Then she locked the door, the key turning with a soft, definitive sound. She would not be back. Not for a while. Not until the wound in her heart could bear reopening.

For now, Dandy’s estate would remain entombed as it was, a mausoleum of memories, waiting for a time when they could face the ghosts it held within.

[themythiceyeguild]

*Everyone is standing around the broken coffee maker*

Gabriel: So. Who broke it? I'm not mad, I just wanna know.

Everyone:

Isaac: ...I did. I broke it.

Gabriel: No. No you didn't. Esther?

Esther: Don't look at me. Look at Vythear.

Vythear: What?! I didn't break it.

Esther: Huh, that's weird. How'd you even know it was broken?

Vythear: Because it's sitting right in front of us and it's broken.

Esther: Suspicious.

Vythear: No, it's not!

Cade: If it matters, probably not, but Aelia was the last one to use it.

Aelia: Liar! I don't even drink that crap!

Cade: Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?

Aelia: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Cade!

Isaac: Okay let's not fight. I broke it. Let me pay for it, Gabriel.

Gabriel: No! Who broke it!?

Everyone:

Cade: Gabriel... Esther's been awfully quiet.

Esther: rEALLY?!

*Everyone starts arguing*

Gabriel, being interviewed: I broke it. I burned my hand so I punched it.

Gabriel: I predict 10 minutes from now they'll be at each other's throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick.

Gabriel:

Gabriel: Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.

[ineffable-kelpie]

Fic throwback thursday

Fanfic writers: if there’s an old story of yours that never made it to tumblr, or got buried, or just hasn’t gotten much attention in a while, consider this an invitation to promote it! I would love to see my dash filled with fic recs I missed the first time around. You wrote the words, and you should be proud of them no matter how much time has passed. Add this note to your post, and let’s see how many writers we can get to self-promote!

I did one of these a while ago, and had a lot of fun seeing other people’s old fic recs, so here’s another one!

These Little Ones

Rating: G

Wordcount: 9,888

Chapters: 6/6

Summary:

Some retellings of biblical stories, wherein Aziraphale and Crowley are fond of children and softer than their jobs allow them to be.

[mocha-writes]

Sun, Moon, and Star OC Meme

Tagged by: @perkeleen-lavellan 

Sun

Isaac Hawke

Honestly, this ended up being the only motif left after assigning moon and star to my Inquisitor and Warden, but it fits a cheerful extrovert with red hair. Besides being a musician, I’ve pictured Isaac as someone who gardens--I don���t know if I’ve discussed this headcanon anywhere before or not, but I want to think that he and Merrill actually restore the gardens at the Amell estate--and the idea of sunlight as restorative and nurturing seems relevant for that. There’s also a connection with Varric’s tarot card representation (the Sun), so I think this suits Isaac rather well.

Moon

Solomon Trevelyan

Solomon has the color scheme for this, with albinism making him unusually pale and white-haired, but thinking of the moon as a representation of mystery, cycles, and emotion, I think this fits him as well. He’s a necromancer whose magic taps into life energy itself and deals with spirits that could easily be considered demons, and his life has been marked by phases that ultimately end in a “return”: growing up in the Alienage, being adopted into his father’s family after his mother’s death, being sent to the Circle where he gradually goes from rebellious apprentice with multiple escape attempts to Senior Enchanter and person who keeps the Ostwick branch of the Libertarians afloat after news of Kinloch Hold’s near-downfall causes a decline in membership, the Circle falling just for him to end up as part of the delegation of mages at the Conclave, being Inquisitor, and finally shedding that title by disbanding the Inquisition as well as his “human” name in favor of reclaiming “Sulevin,” his birth name that he had no choice but to give up when recognized by his father, Bann Trevelyan. He’s gradually had to learn to bottle up his emotions and get better at picking his own battles just to survive, but I still picture him as someone who feels a lot, deeply, and this, combined with “dark forces aren’t necessarily evil” and “it’s never too late to reconnect,” make me think a moon motif suits him.

Star

Ephraim Surana

This one came to mind immediately, because I’ve had “Ephraim studied astronomy in the Circle and is fascinated by the stars” as a headcanon for long time. Thinking about stars as crucial to navigation and as ways of understanding the world, considering all of the myths and history associated with constellations both in our world and Thedas, I think this motif suits Ephraim, who I also associate with stories and history. I feel like I’ve talked about the headcanon that he loves romance novels and has written fanfic for his favorite ones a lot, but one I haven’t focused on as much is “he translated and made copies of the Eluvian manuscript that’s crucial to the plot of Witch Hunt, so there’s no stealing of the text from Ariane’s clan by Morrigan, who’d have her own copy that Ephraim shared with her during the Blight.” I want to think there was an entire “ring” of mages dedicated to ensuring access to their people’s knowledge that the Chantry tried to claim and to preserving what they might have brought with them from outside the Circle, like songs, recipes, etc. It’s not an original idea by any means (thank you Kari/October-Rosehip for having things like this in Macsen’a backstory if you see this), but the sheer concept of an “underground elven library in Kinloch Hold” compels me. To bring this back around to stars, thinking of them as omens makes me think of Ephraim as well—he’s my oldest Dragon Age OC and has been through so many changes. I’ll probably mess with his story more if I ever get to replay the series again. But one theme I want to think has been consistent with him, and one I want to keep, is “no matter what one has done, one can always decide and try to be a better person.” When I think of omens, I think of symbols, mysterious and powerful, and I think that suits the Hero of Ferelden.

Tagging: @scribbledquillz @zeesqueere @musingmycelium and anyone who wants to do this and needs an excuse. Let me enable you. There’s no obligation, as always, this was just fun and I thought I’d share

[incorrectreiwakamenriderquotes]

Isaac: I have been observing you, Saber… and if I may be frank, your hat is boorish.

Rintaro: Ah!

Kento: Wait-

Isaac: Honestly, I’ve never seen anything so atrocious in my life! It is practically impossible to look at your entire outfit without laughing!

Touma: … what… the fuck…

Kento: Touma, wait! Don’t-

Touma: … did you say… ABOUT MY HAT?!

Rintaro: Oh no, too late…!

Touma: *Primitive Dragon*

[t-u-i-t-c]

"This is the only way to stop him!"