#Lord Gall

[swampditchhero]

eyes

[maleficent088]

I think Lord John should get to smash and bite, be petty and mean, and even kill.

[anime-chick]

anyways - hiei is a homosexual. so is kurama.

thank you for your time.

[littleweirdoss]

VENDREDI | 19H49

And now, a little fairy will guide you through the wonders of the underwater world. Try and follow her incandescent glow.

[lemonhemlock]

it's so frustrating dealing with a friend that seems set on finding imaginary slights against their person and seethes in silence waiting for you to figure out what you did 'wrong' this time 🤦‍♀️

[itsyourchoicedevotionals]

Living Water

“After this, Jesus knowing that all things were now accomplished, that the scripture might be fulfilled, saith, I thirst.” John 19:28KJV

2018 We traveled to Luke AFB to visit our grandson, receiving training there. He invited us to go to church with him in Scottsdale AZ.

Mark Driscoll pastored Mars Hill Church, Seattle with 14,000 attendees. Leaving Mars Hill at God’s direction he studied a few years in Rome and Jerusalem. He returned stateside founding a church in Scottsdale. We attended his Good Friday funeral service there.

During Driscoll’s studies a guide took him through the ancient Roman toilets/latrines. A long rock shelf with various holes were the toilets used for toileting. Under the shelf was the collection area. What was behind the shelf brought questions from Driscoll. Answer— slaves stood in the trench behind the shelf. A wall separated them with an opening about a foot wide on the side facing the toilet holes. Slaves took a stick with a rough sponge on the end. They dipped the sponge in vinegar and wiped the backsides of each user. These exact same sponges and a small stick was a part of every Roman soldier’s gear.

Golgotha, the place of Christ’s crucifixion, was the scene of Roman soldier’s doing the dirty work for Pontus Pilate. They suspended the beaten, partially skinless and muscleless man, Jesus Christ about a foot higher than their height, upon that cross, low enough for people to spit upon Jesus and rail at Him, while He looked closely upon His tormentors. (This information Driscoll learned in his Rome and Jerusalem studies.) That cross, at just the right height to be reached with a small stick with the germ-laden, fecal-covered sponge dipped in vinegar.

There was a slight variation of the vinegar used. Matthew 27:34NLT said, “wine mixed with bitter gall, but when He had tasted it, He refused to drink it.” It was enough that Christ was defiled by the taste upon His lips. He refused any comfort from the “bitter gall,” a substance similar to today’s pain killer.

“If you knew the gift of God and Who it is that asks you for a drink, you would have asked Him and He would have given you living water.” John 4:10NIV Jesus told the woman at the well. The source of all life-giving water suffered such defilement for you and I. He could’ve drawn from His well of living water, instead of crying “I thirst.”

When Christ had called for the final defilement of the sponge, the moment He cried out “I thirst” Driscoll explained, Jesus did this for everyone who had been violated sexually, and abased beyond measure. I found myself totally wrecked, a sobbing mess. My Savior had taken into Himself this final defilement for you and me. Not because He had to, but because He wanted to take our defilement on our behalf.

The thought occurred to me, Jesus also did this for us to learn to “thirst” for His life-giving water. John 7:38NIV, Jesus said: “Whoever believes in Me, as Scripture has said, rivers of living water will flow from within them.”

Life deals everyone very harsh blows. In those harsh situations, we have choices to make. We can become bitter or better. The pain and agony can take us into bitter unforgiveness, anger, hatred, a desire for revenge, when we don’t guard our hearts and minds. Or better when we thirst for Christ’s living water. Those harsh circumstances are to create an insatiable thirst for Christ, making our hearts stalwart and worthy of the name, Christ-ian. We’re being molded into His image, “…with unveiled face, beholding the glory of the Lord, are being transformed into the same image from one degree of glory to another…” 2Corinthians 3:18ESV.

Will we thirst for Him, and then pour out the life giving water on others? It’s your choice. You choose.

LET’S PRAY: LORD God, we thirst. Give us You living water in the name of Jesus Christ I pray.

by Debbie Veilleux Copyright 2024 You have my permission to reblog this devotional for others. Please keep my name with this devotional, as author. Thank you.

[tinkerpeller]

“Doctor… don’t worry. Everything will be okay.” 🎭

[t-ierrahumeda]

GOD IM SO ANGRY, WHAT THE FUCK

[treecakes]

my aunt is such an asshole lol so this morning we were cleaning out grandma’s house and she started cursing out my mother and i was like um. can we stop that and calm down like let’s just talk it out? and she was not having that 😭 and so she started cursing out me instead but i wasn’t getting intimidated like my mother was and that pissed off my aunt so bad she was so mad i wasn’t scared of her. anyways i’m not mad or anything i’m just kind of like. what the fuck? anyways today was insane

[primoresplendens]

It was an ENTIRE TIMELINE that Lord stepped in to save in the Hard Mode. They did NOT "abandon everyone for one person" sorry boo

[theinfinitedivides]

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ey. it my mother's country and i love it to death but Dominica does vex me sometimes fr fr

[swampditchhero]

There once was a lord by the name of Cynipini Gall,

who ruled over in his vast lands over all, serving no one. Instead of a lord, it might be more apt to call him a King.

Or a tyrant.

The Lord Gall had many handsome young knights in his service, trained in sword and courtly chivalry. All in devoted service to His Lordship.

Power always attracts many admirers, like flies to honey.

One knight in particular, fair Sir Cassytha, was never far from his lordship's side. He had sworn himself to follow Lord Gall for as long as the Lord had need of him.

"I pledge my sword, my honor, my life for yours, for as long as I may live"

"...and as long as you shall have need of me."

Sir Cassytha had quickly rose through the ranks of knights by way skill with the sword, and the young lord took notice of him, and appointed sir as his personal vassal. Where the lord went, the knight trailed behind, like an ever-loyal shadow.

He was both handsome, and amusing. I enjoyed having him.

And so things might have continued thus. But one day the lord Gall's life was in danger, and like always, the knight stepped forward to protect him.

I would've died for you then. With pride. With joy.

The lord's life was saved, but in doing so the good Sir Cassytha was gravely injured; his right arm in particular. No longer the Right Arm of his lord, he could no longer even hold his sword.

All I ever wanted was to be near you.

And so Lord Cynipini Gall dismissed Sir Cassytha from his service.

It was only natural. A shame.

He threw me away. Via a letter.

Like a broken toy he had no more use for.

I compensated him fairly, of course. More than twice the usual severance.

Barely more than a single month's wages, when it took me almost that long just to leave the hospital.

The former knight had devoted his entire life to one person; he could not see a future for himself beyond that.

I will make you regret ever even thinking you could abandon me like that.

And so he swore vengeance upon the good Lord Gall, whatever the price must be.

I would sooner drink poison, if only you would also choke.

First time I've had someone this obsessed with me.

Even if it required making a pact with a demonic entity. If it gave Cassytha the power he needed to get his revenge, he would do it, and decide if he cared about the consequences afterwards.

And so here you are.

And so here we are.

[deadsetobsessions]

Hera stood, waiting for her turn at last. The Queen of the Greek Pantheon traced the lines of neon green, its light reflecting against her true form in a soothing way. She’s no stranger to patience, to waiting. But there were little of those that had the gall to make her wait, and even smaller of that number that she would tolerate such behavior. Regardless, this was the one being she could not afford to offend and so, she waits. Her many forms, her divine self, perceived the room and compared it to her own halls of residence.

Olympus was much more intricate, carved of noble marble and inlaid with countless of priceless metals and gems and divinity. Twelve seats of power atop an engineering wonder, halls adorned with the brightest of the original flames, an hearth that was roaring at Hesta’s skillful hands.

In comparison, this throne room had been changed much since she was last here. Gone were the spikes of terror and screams of the damned. Now… it looked like the most bare throne room she’d ever bore witness to.

And yet, as she waited for the Boy King, Hera could feel the subtle thrum of impossible power. The new king did not flare his will and might like the previous tyrant, and for that, Hera approved. She has had quite enough of living with and under tyrants who cared only for themselves… and their bed achievements whilst failing spectacularly in their marital roles. Zeus was not a good life partner and Hera regretted ever saying yes to him many times in her immortal life. And yet… she loved him still.

The doors opened, and a small figure floated in, flanked by the previous King’s Knight. Perhaps that is what makes this Boy King so dangerous, Hera thought as she dipped into a bow, because he can turn the loyalest to his side.

“Your Majesty,” she greeted, in ghost speak.

“Heya, Hera!” The Boy King greeted her back, before waving the Knight away. Hera marveled, a bit, at the sheer confidence he had to dismiss his knight in her presence. Even the last king kept the knights around to ensure his power was always in display, always unchallengeable. The Boy King could destroy her with a snap of a finger and he knows it. He knows that she knows it.

“What did you need?” The Boy King asked, grin still on place as he floated to her instead of seating himself on his throne. Hera masked the bit of confusion she felt in pursuit of her goal.

“I have come here to ask of you a favor,” she began. “I am aware that… you are fond of this, the earth in which I reside in?”

Hera carefully picked her word. Everybody knows that the new King Phantom had laid claim to not only the Infinite Realms as is normal of his station, but an entire Earth as his haunt. He had the power to do so, she could finally see, now that she was standing before him. It would not do for Hera to get her strings cut because she claimed what is his.

“Sure. Why?” The Boy King tilted his head, narrowing that predator green upon her true form.

“Do you know of the Justice League, my lord?”

“Phantom’s fine,” he waved a hand. “And yeah, sure do! Why?”

Hera tilted her many forms in acknowledgement of the command. She bowed.

“My daughter, of a sort, is Diana Prince. Wonder Woman. She is… in grave danger. We can not exert our influence over a land that does not have our history. I can not interfere and aid her.”

“Oh, you want me to help her?” His tone was exasperated, and Hera spoke even more carefully in fear of offending him.

“Yes, if it pleases you. And it would be most gracious of you should Your Majesty have time to watch over her. I fear the danger will not leave her so quickly.”

There was a brief period of silence before King Phantom sighed. “And if it does not please me to do so?”

Hera looked up and locked gazes with evaluating green. “Then I am afraid I will be breaking a fair bit of cosmic law, King Phantom.”

He laughed. “Okay, yeah, I’ll check up on Wonder Woman.”

Hera blinked her many eyes, peacock feathers spreading in shock at how easily he allowed her favors. She did not even have to beg.

King Phantom turned to leave before pausing. “Hera, if you need help, just ask. Preferably without beating around the bushes next time. Also, Pandora misses you. You might want to hang around for tea later.”

Hera regarded him with the might of her divinity, which was but hardly a spec of his own kindness. The last one had not had her respect. Fear, yes. But never respect But this one…

“Yes, my King.”

“It’s just Phantom.” He shot back as he left, the Knight returning to his side once more.

Hera transformed into a more mortal form. She had not seen Pandora in a long time, the young woman had made quite an impression on her. Perhaps her old friend could be convinced in helping her punch Zeus and ruin her beloved husband’s day. Hera hummed, the green that used to flicker acidly against her divine form now only soothed. A reflection of its owner.

King Phantom is worthy of her regard.

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Holy shit, a goddess asked him to check on the Justice League! She was super weird about it and talked in a really old way of speaking, but Danny hadn’t had anything to do for the past few days while entering the zone for his annual check up.

Danny waved away Fright Knight and dived into the portal that would take him directly to the Justice League and Diana!

He floated down from the portal, blinking at group of disheveled and injured superheroes surrounded by a group of demons. Belial?

“King Phantom.” Belial rumbled. Danny waved, not noticing the standstill his presence forced.

“Shite.” The British man cursed, drawing on his magic once more.

“King Phantom?” Diana Prince, Wonder Woman, said quizzically.

“Who?” Batman, Batman! That’s actually Batman, rumbled.

“High King of the Infinite Realms. We’re buggered if he decides to help Belial.”

“Wait, like the god of gods, that King Phantom?” Captain Marvel asked. Ancients, why are all of them electrical based? Danny hates electricity.

Danny floated closer to them, grinning in a friendly way before frowning as they tensed up.

“King Phantom. May I ask why you have graced us with your presence, my King?”

“Hey, Wonder Woman! Your mom asked me to babysit you!” He grinned, sharp and mischievous.

“What…?” The Flash asked, zipping to their side. “Her mom? Queen Hippolyta?”

“No, Hera,” Danny said, and watched Wonder Woman straighten at his words.

“The Goddess Hera.”

“Yep!” Danny rocked back on his suddenly formed legs instead of the whisp of a tail he usually kept in the Zone. He was also still floating. Danny sent a wave of ice and froze the rest of the demons in one fell swoop.

“The rest of you can take care of clean up, yes? Diana has to get some snacks, dinner, and then go to bed.” He pushed gently at Diana’s shoulders, nudging her towards the plane. She went willingly, respectful but amused.

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Bruce, intellectually knowing that’s a king but only seeing a superhero teenager: *fills out mental adoption paperwork*

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Hera, a goddess, terrified of misspeaking and dying as a result: he’s so strong even though he’s young omg powerful and could end my immortal existence

Danny, an unserious king: golly gee why is she speaking like a Shakespeare novel

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Hera, thinking Danny’s gonna be dignified: pls watch over my daughter

Danny, who has a clone he sees as a daughter and therefore has no issues babysitting a grown woman: lol snacks, dinner, bedtime

Diana:… usually I’m on the other spectrum of this but it’s from a higher up so… okay?

——

Danny, terrifying gods and ancients: they’re my friends! The power of friendship!

[rarepears]

I want to read a SVSSS where Mobei Jun suddenly portals into a peak lord meeting, grabs Shang Qinghua with a growl "bedroom, now" and then the two disappears. All in all, Mobei Jun was in that room for less than 5 seconds.

Cang Qiong is shocked and appalled that a demon - a very powerful demon - had the gall to somehow break into Cang Qiong and kidnap a peak lord in front of their eyes. Worse yet, they didn't react in time and Liu Qingge wasn't at this meeting.

Mu Qingfang's analysis made the mood even worse: "the demon was clearly under the influence of aphrodisiac."

And then Shen Qingqiu's hiss of vindication solidified the horror and anger. "I told you he was a spy! Worse yet, he's married to a demon or about to get married into one because that looked like Shang Qinghua being a little too used to bride-napping!"

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Meanwhile Shang Qinghua has no clue what's going on or why his king decided to break his spy cover like that. He's more like mildly terrified as he's getting pulled under the covers of a bed and told to take a nap. His little freak out becomes the world's biggest freakout when Mobei Jun climbs into bed right afterwards like holycrapwhatisgoingonisthisgoingtoendin-

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(Mobei Jun is sick and tired of having a long distance relationship with his husband and his husband needs some more rest, so enough was enough. He decided to force his husband into a vacation.)

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Somehow Shang Qinghua is the last Cang Qiong peak lord to find out that he's married to a demon.

[fox-bright]

Today I'm working myself into a proper tizzy because all of a sudden that everyone hates him, people have Realized that Gaiman badly ripped much of The Sandman off of Tanith Lee's glorious Tales From the Flat Earth.

She's dead now and it's too late to give her justice.

Twenty-year-old Gen, reading Sandman for the first time, knew that he was just a poor copy of Azhrarn the Beautiful, Lord of Wickedness, and that Death was Azhriaz, and Delirium was very like Chuuz, Lord of Delusion, and that Destiny was nearly a one-to-one copy of Lee's Destiny, and that aesthetically and structurally the Sandman just...stole, hand over hand, from Lee's masterwork. It was obvious.

I just figured nobody cared.

I have loved a lot of Gaiman's work. I won't pretend I always hated him, even if for the last fifteen or twenty years I've thought he was largely up his own butt. I'll probably have some of his poetry memorized for the rest of my life. But it galls me that now that everyone is taking up pitchforks and torches, NOW he's being called out for stealing from a woman who deserved much better, when it was obvious to me when I was barely out of childhood, more than twenty years ago.

[marshmellin]

Babes (gn) are we talking about Charles Edwards? Renowned Shakespearean Actor and Handsome Himbo Charles Edwards?

✨Let’s! ✨

... Can I speak freely?

Because-