#iscariot-rising

[godslove]

𝐉𝐞𝐬𝐮𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐉𝐮𝐝𝐚𝐬

The Bible has many stories with great lessons, but there is one small detail that the scribes forgot to mention. Jesus Christ also loved Judas Iscariot. He asked God to forgive everyone in His final moments on the cross.

Then Jesus said, “Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they do.” And they divided His garments and cast lots.

—‭‭Luke 23:34

Jesus knew the prophesies and what will transpire from the very beginning of their journey together, till the end. He became his teacher, taught him the Father's love, washed his feet, shared meals on the same table and loved Judas like a brother anyway.

As followers of Christ, we are to do the same. This is what will set us apart as children of God. We know the Father's forgiveness and Christ's redemption. We are to embody Jesus' compassion and gentleness in a world that does not know our heavenly Father's love.

“I have been crucified with Christ; it is no longer I who live, but Christ lives in me; and the life which I now live in the flesh I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave Himself for me.”

—‭‭Galatians 2:20, Paul the Apostle

We are to love and pray for both our friends and our enemies, because Jesus loved and died for their sins as well.

‭‭“But I say to you, love your enemies, bless those who curse you, do good to those who hate you, and pray for those who spitefully use you and persecute you, ⁴⁵ that you may be sons of your Father in heaven; for He makes His sun rise on the evil and on the good, and sends rain on the just and on the unjust.”

—Matthew 5:44-45, Jesus Christ

I think the greatest test of Christianity is not only loving Jesus Christ, it's also loving Judas.

Like Judas, we are all sinners. And like him, Jesus also loved us. Jesus Christ is the ultimate example of what true Divine Love is. And it is far from the worldly, conditional love we know.

“This is My commandment, that you love one another as I have loved you. ¹³ Greater love has no one than this, than to lay down one’s life for his friends.”

—John 15:12-13, Jesus Christ

To the child of God that is reading this, don't be so hard on yourself. My love, regardless of what you have done in the past, Jesus Christ also loved you unconditionally. He did it for you so that sin will no longer separate you from our heavenly Father.

So I invite you to see rightly in your heart what is beyond what scriptures, doctrines and laws written in books can teach, to know the embodiment of God's love that surpasses human understanding—Jesus Christ.

Jesus Christ loved everyone, including you. So if you love Him too, REPENT, before you end up like Judas.

[codypunk]

seth & hunter & god as the father

akwaeke emezi - the death of vivek oji / leila chatti - portrait of the illness as nightmare / tumblr user disqualified-human-1103 / rise against - injection / ethel cain - sun bleached flies / stephen adly guirgis - the last days of judas iscariot / chelsea hodson / wwe

[autumnaaltonen]

How does alucard feel and help the reader on her period ? You can choose nsfw or sfw or both

Alucard Helping His S/O on Her Period

Alucard has been undead for a really long time, and pair that together with being under the control of a young woman growing through her pubescent years, one could imagine Alucard has a good understanding of the trials and tribulations that come with owning a uterus.

So, when his relationship with you really kicks off, he’s already mentally prepared himself for when mother nature comes a ‘knocking on your door’. It starts with you being in a particularly foul mood one day, not taking his dark jokes and childish antics as humorously as you usually do.

Making his women laugh was one of the great joys in Alucard’s un-life, whether that be shit-talking the Iscariot with Sir Integra over a cup of tea, messing with rogue vampires alongside Seras, or surprising you by sneaking up behind you in the hallways and lifting you into his arms. But when he pulls his usual surprise attack of kisses and caresses on you one morning, and you respond by shoving him away? Oof, Alucard hasn’t felt pain like that for a bit.

He takes it in stride, smelling the tumultuous hormones emanating from you like a wildfire, and forgiving you for your short temper. You’re early this month, and he assumes you haven’t figured that out yet.

Alucard: “I’ve connected the dots.”

You: “You didn’t connect shit.”

Alucard: “I’ve connected them.”

He prepares for the coming war by requesting a basket of your favorite snacks from Walter, delving (without permission) into your medicine cabinet to make sure you are stocked with supplies, and communicating with Seras on any new care methods that may help you over the next week or so. The following morning, when Alucard comes to check up on you just before the sun rises, he can easily smell the blood well before he reaches your bedroom door. He materializes through the walls and into your bathroom, prepping a cool towel for your head, and a clean set of underthings for you to change into, along with your bloodbath prevention kit.

While you are a little embarrassed to have your lover wake you up while you’re in a pool of your own menstrual blood, it is not shocking that he predicted it before you did. Ever since claiming you as his own, Alucard has been on the mark for every medical need of yours that arises, like a super inappropriate blood hound that is obsessed with sniffing your panties.

Once you are cleaned up, Alucard takes the time to change the soiled sheets on your bed, before wrapping you back into his arms and laying you down on the clean linens. Your snacks are already in a neat basket on your bedside, a cold bowl of water with fresh towels and a heating pad beside it, and your laptop and phone plugged into the wall socket

Of course, Alucard is holding himself back a great deal. Hell, he struggled enough while Integra was growing up, but this is you. You, who often consent to his cravings and let him have his fill of you. You, unashamed to give yourself to a monster like him, because that’s just how much you love him. So, being here, smelling you, almost tasting you just by being in the room, is utter torture. But Alucard loves you too much to take advantage of you like that, so he kisses you on your forehead, asking you call for him whenever you need him, and then he promptly leaves you alone to stew in your pain and rage.

What a man.

**NSFW under the cut** (I’m talking nasty shit girlies, just sayin)

HOWEVER

Sure, Midol and a heating pad is all well and good to keep the cramps at bay, but we all know there is more to a period than just the pain. It’s the mess, and the hormones, and the utter “please someone just destroy this mess that I am” state of mind that blesses a woman once in a blood moon.

As Alucard gets up and walks to the door, and feels your hand shoot out from under the covers to grab the end of his coat, he knows it’s game time. So, he turns, takes your hand in his own, and cups your face with the other, you can tell he’s asking for permission. You nod your head, and look at him with those debauching eyes he loves so much, practically saying “do your worst”.

Those clean sheets are thrown away in an instant, as well as the fresh clothes he had just slipped on you, and whatever product that you were using to keep the dam from breaching, cus this vampire wants to dive right the fuck in. Alucard has feasted from you many times before, be it your neck, wrist or thighs, and it was always a delight to partake in your blood. He is also no stranger to being in between your legs, as it’s probably his favorite lounging spot aside from his coffin. But there was something about this blood in particular, the taboo and taste of it, that really got his motor running.

He raises your back so that you can lounge on a pillow against the headboard, throws your legs over his shoulders, settles on his stomach and goes straight to town. He’s slow at first, gauging your sensitivity level as it is only the first day of your cycle, but makes quick work of cleaning you up from the mess of the previous night. You have your tells, a hand clenching the sheets, your fingers carding through his black locks, or a whimper from your lips when you finally start to beg for him to hurry the fuck up.

That’s when he’s done holding back and lets his gluttony take ahold, lapping you up from bottom to top, but keeping particular focus on the source of his meal, delving in with his tongue selfishly and wrapping his arms around your waist to keep you still as you writhe on the bed, a gloved hand pressing down on your sternum at the source of your pain. From your point of view, it’s a crude and messy show, your lover's face painted wet and red with a combination of your blood and slick. But the dastardly smile on his face is a sign of nothing but euphoria. He doesn’t stop until the pleasure of his tongue inside you outweighs the pain in your body, granting you temporary bliss from yourself.

It’s going to be a long week, but while Alucard’s lost in the tase and smell of you during your most uncomfortable womanly burden, he knows it surely is his most favorite time of the month.

[solarflicker]

Judas Iscariot: The Queer Iconoclast's Icon

With queer acceptance on the rise (at least compared to past decades), the experience of coming out of the closet has changed significantly. Coming out is often an occasion that calls for celebration, Pride is a corporate parade celebrated in every state with at least one major city. But for many queer people, particularly in the evangelical American south, coming out remains a traumatic ordeal (this is especially true for transgender youth). Coming out as queer means coming out as a liar and a traitor to everything you were raised to uphold. Within evangelical theology, one cannot embrace queer identity and be a Christian. One cannot belong in their community if one is not a Christian. To embrace your own queerness you must become an apostate in their eyes. To become an apostate is to be effectively excommunicated. With this experience in mind, it is not surprising that many queer people from Christian backgrounds have embraced the figure of Judas Iscariot.

An icon is an image of religious or political significance, and an iconoclast is someone who shatters an icon. For the purposes of this post, I am going to focus on icons representing saints and martyrs. The image and the person represented are both referred to as icons. The person depicted in the icon is an aspirational figure that one is meant to be inspired to emulate, a shorthand representation of a person at their idealized best. (This is not necessarily a bad thing, nearly every culture has icons of their own. Familiar queer icons include the likes of Marsha P. Johnson, Leslie Feinberg, and Sappho of Lesbos.) However, being upheld as an icon is not the same as being known as a full person. The icon is an inherently incomplete representation and can never be a complete, nuanced person.

A common experience among queer people, particularly in religious communities, is feeling the need to hide a part of themselves. But no matter how it manifests, queerness is not easy to hide and it only gets more painful over time. Being in the closet is more than simply neglecting to mention a preference. To be in the closet, first a closet must be built. Walls need to be constructed to protect ourselves from people who love us, and the most readily available materials are lies, secrecy, and deceit. While our real selves hide behind the constructed identity, the person we present as is one that meets the hegemonic expectations of cisgender heteronormativity, or at the very least respectable abstinence. The icon is a pretty picture, and we are rewarded with acceptance, but the fear of being outed is a prison. The only way to escape is to shatter that icon. 

Very little is known about Judas Iscariot within biblical canon. He seems to have been largely erased from the narrative outside of his famous betrayal kiss. The authors of the gospels did not see his experiences as relevant to the story, despite the magnitude of his role. To them he was nothing outside of a traitor. In popular culture his name is synonymous with betrayal, and his portrayal in biblical art is unflattering at best. Judas’s erasure is similar to what many queer people who are disowned by their family experience. Their picture is taken down from the wall and Judas’s story is unwritten. The life and love they shared with their family, everything about them that was inoffensive before is irrelevant. Judas is erased and so are they. All that remains is his icon, an image of a cold, heartless man who hated God and betrayed an innocent man.

One can easily speculate about Judas. It seems unlikely that he spent years in Jesus’s ministry scowling in the shadows and plotting his demise. He could not have truly betrayed Jesus if Jesus did not trust and love him. Some apocryphal literature suggests that Jesus was closer to him than the other disciples and personally asked him to turn him in so that his mission could be completed. In this interpretation, Judas’s betrayal is an act of sacrifice and devotion, sealed with a kiss. And people think he deserved to suffer in hell forever for it. Modern retellings are often more sympathetic to Judas. Many are told by secular artists (Jesus Christ Superstar, The Last Temptation of the Christ, Judas (Boom! Comics)), but notably The Chosen, which is created by an evangelical studio, has taken humanizing approach to his character. Through this media he has been given a new image and become a completely different icon.

A queer relationship with spirituality and religion is often complex and deeply painful. Progressive theology can be healing and while I am not Christian myself I do enjoy engaging with it, but it doesn’t change the fact that this year at Pride, three different people told me that I deserve to burn in hell as they held a Bible in the air. I went to a Christian college and I had friends who were afraid of losing their scholarships if they were outed. I attended a protest against banning books at my local library and was called a groomer to my face. These are people that shop at the same grocery stores that I do and ask me what church I attend when I am in line at McDonald’s. One man openly sneered and turned away when I answered I was attending an Episcopalian church at the time. The people around me have made it abundantly clear that queer people are not welcome in their heaven. If Judas is in hell, he will find good company.

[iscariotapologist]

ISCARIOT ENJOYERS RISE UP‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

free my man he did nothing wrong and is integral to the structure of christian salvation‼️😤‼️😤

[loadinghellsing]

WARNING // LONG POST

Anderson is a character of two inverse extremes that he expresses with absolute unwavering certainty.

Best summarized as the belief that "all demons are evil" (bloodlust), and the belief that "all children are innocent" (care).

And everything in between is conflict. Because if all children are innocent, and all demons evil; humanity is the conflict between the two. Once the child dies, and no longer cries, it becomes nothing but a monster.

When Anderson is certain in his standing, his eyes are visible. They express the extreme. But the moment his beliefs conflict or overlap, He shuts down and closes off.

His glasses function as a physical portrayal of this. A barrier between himself and the world for those moments where he's processing, or feeling emotions he doesn't know how to express.

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There are three core aspects to Anderson's portrayal, beyond the extremes in which he functions. Aspects that are all presented within his introduction.

Issues with Authority.

This interaction isn't exactly "extreme". But one must recall Catholicism is structured around faith in authorities. So, Anderson's questioning, the 'get to the point and explain why this matters', alludes to Anderson not cooperating if he doesn't approve. Regardless of authority. Regardless of shared faith.

*His issues with authority is also shown in the muesume

This scene goes a step further and presents a key conflict between Anderson and Maxwell's beliefs. Anderson thinks Maxwell is too clever. that he schemes and plots - for power, control, influence and Maxwell thinks Anderson is out of control because he acts without scheme.

2. Belief in Innocence

While Anderson curses out Hellsing, the moment he goes on to say "It's England's problem" his expression closes off.

Because that's not a statement he means in its entirety.

Does he have issues with the people? Yes. But he also recognizes the diffrence between "demon" and "human".

And a vampire attack means there is a demon preying upon potential innocent. Innocent that are undeserving of the devil's wrath. Personal prejudice aside.

This is seen when he praises Maxwell for his faith, only to curse him out for his cruelity.

Contrary to when he's seen defending Integra. Regardless of her being their enemy. Because he recognizes her humanity.

Her humanity won his respect. Humanity means as much as faith, for the two go hand in hand.

3. Why he's an Iscariot.

Having issues with authority, and a conflicted heart. It prompts the question of "why does Anderson work with them?" and "why do they call upon him when he's a proven liability? " Well, the answer is because they serve the same goal. All demons are evil.

The moment Renaldo informs him the case is in Ireland, all of Anderson's frustrations are gone. Because that means he gets to deal with it. It's not that Anderson "works for them" per say. More "Anderson works with them".

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He wishes to be the bayonet of god, to serve god without emotion, regret, or conflict. Dealing with demons is something he can do with absolute certainty.

His bloodlust is fully invested, unashamed, and unmistakably lethal. Bloodlust not held by human law or command. But the will of God.

This is why he's fucking Terrifying. A monster of a fanatic without a leash to hold him back. A force that can't be swayed because his mind is already set.

He's to much of liability to rise through the ranks. But he's far to skilled (if not most skilled member of Iscariot) for them to set him aside. And even if they tried, well... it's Anderson.

Maybe, at best, he'd stay at the orphanage (hard maybe). Because the other half of his unwavering ideology is that "all children are innocent".

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You don't realize until you get to know Anderson. His self destructive tendencies, the dehumanization, the conflict. How he plunges himself into the abyss as a mere tool because he doesn't want to feel.

That the moments where he's open, alive, and without conflict. Moments where he's human. Genuinely himself. Without goal and a just a little awkward.

Are absolutely precious.

The first page, with the orphans. In Every. Single. Frame. Anderson's eyes are visible. And this continues to be the case if there is anything to do with the orphans. With only acceptations being...

His memory of Maxwell coming to the orphanage; It begins open, but closes off as he approaches Maxwell's corpse.

His expression remains closed off as he mourns. The child who was corrupted, and who he had to kill.

Whenever his two lives blur, such as being in a fanatic headspace at the orphanage, or a fatherly headspace in a war zone, he closes off unless he's left alone.

2. When he dies; With his eyes dried out and lost to the wind like dust. He says his final thoughts and prayer. And hold a final image in mind.

Being the orphanage and his kids. Them laughing, being unbothered by the mess of the world. Oblivious to the weight of life.

That is his comfort in those final moments. The thing he values over all else.

All children are innocent. All demons are evil. Innocence is deserving of protection. Demons are deserving of death. Because those demons are a threat to the exsistance of innocence.

That is what I'd say is the foundation of his character.

(more details/thoughts about this) (extended thoughts/commentary)

[littleoddwriter]

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[pinkishflowersilverycoin]

They often walked together, not often than not arguing - No one could get a rise out of Jesus like Judas could. I can remember when Jesus emerged from an argument with Judas, positively furious - shaking his head wildly, snorting, and clicking his teeth, red-faced with exasperation - and he would tell me what they had been fighting about - still agitated - but, inevitably, he would end up staring into space and sighing - smiling. I think that if someone were to say that Judas was good for Jesus that they would not be mistaken.

- The Last Days of Judas Iscariot.

[astarionsilverbough]

hello! due to the influx of new followers i thought i would do a lil introduction!

my name is judas; i’m a trans guy and i’m not soft about it, nor am i an “unfortunately i’m a man now 🥺“ tranny. shoutout to any fellow trans masc followers; ur incredible and beautiful and i love u.

i’m a virgo sun, cancer moon, scorpio rising. i don’t know if i’m a witch but i have witch tendencies. i suppose i would call myself a mystic, if anything. i named myself after my patron, judas iscariot. yes, from the Bible.

in terms of fandom, i’m a strictly monogamous halstarion believer and i think it’s icky as hell to manipulate/persuade astarion into polyamory. any sexual content i post of halstarion is incredibly consensual, and out of my own personal verse, the land of gods and monsters.

welcome to the blog, loves. feel free to ask anything, or just lurk and devour. i adore you either way.

[danzameccanica]

Ammettiamolo, The Principle of Evil Made Flesh non è il mio album preferito dei Cradle of Filth e forse è anche quello che fino al Duemila è nel gradino più basso del podio. Anche se dietro questo album si sono nascosti tutti i detrattori dei Cradle, me compreso, e lo hanno alzato come l’unico vessillo degno di nota della band di Suffolk in realtà è un album davvero interessante ma acerbo. I Cradle of Filth (assieme ai Dimmu Borgir) sono stati coloro che hanno utilizzato per primi la tastiera come uno strumento a tutti gli effetti nel black metal. E con questo intendo utilizzarla come se fosse una voce o una chitarra e non relegarla solo al compito di amalgamare gli altri strumenti. Anche; ma non solo. Prima ancora di essere stati messi sotto contratto i Cradle of Filth hanno regalato all'Inghilterra un incredibile tour con gli Emperor a luglio del 1993, prima ancora che Faust fosse imprigionato. "Darkness Our Bride" ci proietta in un mondo che nel 1994 era davvero inedito, fatto di atmosfere gotiche, di ispirazioni letterarie ottocentesche, di testi in rima e in inglese antico.

Le urla lancinanti di Dani (spingendo agli estremi Burzum) e il drumming iper-ossessivo di Nicholas sono forse le cosa che si notano di più al primo ascolto. Ma poi, il songwriting in generale, con tanti riff e diverse strutture prese dall’heavy metal, dalla NOBHM ma passata al tritacarne. L’omonima traccia è famosa per le sue cavalcate, per questo nuovo modo di fare black metal che in realtà ha tutta la velocità e l’adrenalina del death, del thrash e, di nuovo, dell’heavy. Le chitarre che fischiano in "The Forest Whispers my Name", i riff più gravi di matrice death metal si fondono coi power chords e con altri in tipico stile Darkthrone o Immortal (al minuto 4:00 ditemi se non sembrano i fratelli bastardi degli Iron Maiden !!!). Ma l’estrema varietà dell’andamento dei brani, i diversi registri della voce di Dani, le voci femminili e i continui inserti di piano e synth creano per la prima volta qualcosa di teatrale, complesso, estremamente dinamico. In tutto The Principle of Evil Made Flesh non c’è la tipica monumentalità o malinconia del black metla norvegese, ma piuttosto i vicini movimenti svedesi. Se non fosse per le accordature gravi del death metal, i Cradle si posizionerebbero davvero molto più vicino agli Edge of Sanity, agli Entombed o agli At the Gates piuttosto che ai vicini-di-stile Mayhem o Enslaved o addirittura gli Emperor, con cui hanno condiviso palchi e influenze. Ma Celtic Frost, Slayer, Venom e Possessed sono le band più riconoscibili spulciando i riff dei brani di questo album. Magistrale davvero unico il creare interludi di tastiera ("Iscariot", "One Final Graven Kiss"...) per calare l’ascoltatore ancora più all’interno del loro unico mondo fatto di horror, erotismo e sacrilegio. Alcuni fra questi frammenti da colonna sonora verrano inclusi in successive composizioni; ad esempio "A Dream of Wolves in the Snow" diventerà l’intro di "Queen of Winter Throned". "The Black Goddess Rises" (uno dei primi brani mai composti dalla band, fin dai demo) ha davvero diversi retaggi death ma ormai, in versione definitiva, diventa più mortifera e atmosferica. "Summer Dying Fast", uno dei brani più amati dei Cradle della prima ora (tanto che verrà ri-registrato una decina di anni più tardi) ha un andamento heavy dove chitarre e organo si spalleggiano duellando fra loro fino ad arrivare nel momento clou ed epico che è quello dell’assolo. Questo è forse l’unico momento malinconico e ipoteticamente contrassegnato da un epilogo, dove cala il sipario su questo debutto cruciale. Fra synth e violini scorrono i titoli di coda

[datauthorress]

temptation

pairing: alexander anderson / original female character

summary: while on a solo mission to destroy a pack of ghouls and their vampire master, shelby encounters anderson and a whole bunch of feelings come out.

rating: e

warnings: explicit sexual content, smut, MINORS DNI, 18+, religious quotes, tempting a priest, priest kink, size kink, large cock, belly bulge. mention of previous sexual encounters, some degradation.

shelby had been sent on a solo mission to a small village in germany while alucard had been sent off to ireland with seras. shelby had enough experience now to be able to go on solo missions, but was given orders to back out if iscariot arrived. being immune to vampirism had its perks, especially when said perks came in the form of a guardian demon, and the psychic abilities.

         alucard had been the one to guard her and watch her during her first few missions and they had settled into a strange relationship of sex, emotions and feeding. and they had already encountered anderson a handful of times, the priest given orders to bring shelby into iscariot, by forceful means if necessary, due to her immunity to vampirism. according to anderson, they wanted to use her to their advantage. which shelby wasn’t going to let happen and neither would alucard.

         as shelby shot down the vampire in front of her, a ghoul came up from behind and as she turned, grabbed her arm and bit down hard, rotting teeth piercing through her clothing and digging deep into her skin.

         “ow,” she grunted, before shooting the ghoul in the head.

         it turned to ash as its vampire master died, as did the other ghouls in the hallway. she slipped her gun back into its holster and glanced at her arm, as blood dripped down from the wound.

         “that’s looks deep, miss o’viere.”

         shelby recognized the voice quite easily by the scottish accent and glanced down the hallway, seeing the large frame of anderson standing there. “i’ve had worse injuries,” she replied, fishing out a roll of clean bandages so she could wrap her arm up. she used her teeth to tighten the bandages so they could put enough pressure on the wound. “vampire’s already dead, priest. there’s no need for you to be here,”

         “i didn’t come here to kill the vampire,” he answered, beginning to walk towards her.

         “let me guess,” she said, rolling her eyes. “you’re here to take me to iscariot. i’m not going, anderson. i’ve gotta head back to london.”

         “my orders are to bring you in, with force if necessary.” anderson spoke.

         “you can try, father.” she said, hearing the soft hissing sound of her guardian making himself known.

         anderson tossed a bayonet at her and she deflected it easily by moving off to the side and rushing towards him. she dodged another one, landing on the ground once she got close to him to sweep his legs out from underneath him, but he moved out of the way and aimed to grab her arm. shelby used a wave of telekinesis to repel the priest away from her, before she lunged towards him and shifted herself onto her hands to use her legs to kick at him, landing a hard kick at his stomach and pushing him back before jumping back onto her feet. as she pulled out her hunting knife, anderson threw a bayonet at her and due to it being blessed, it caught her in the cheek, slicing through her defense and imbedding itself into the wall behind her.

         her guardian hissed and shelby felt blood trailing in rivulets down her cheek. she glared at the priest and made her way forward once more, aiming to stab him in the neck, but anderson ducked down and shot out his leg. his foot slammed into her stomach, causing bile to rise in her throat. she spat up blood from the sudden, rough hit and it threw her across the hallway, to which she rolled until she was nearly at the end of it.

         damn, that was going to leave a nice-sized bruise.

         shelby coughed, a dribble of blood rolling down her chin. as she struggled to get up, anderson was on her, his large frame pinning hers to the floor. she snarled and rose her left fist to punch him in the face, but before she could, a bayonet impaled her hand to the ground.

         she screamed in agony and struggled for a moment before the pain lanced through her entire arm. she groaned, blood pooling from the wound. she turned her gaze up to anderson, glaring up at him. “bastard,” she hissed.

         “i don’t want to hurt you, but you left me with no choice.” anderson droned.

         “you know what’s going to happen if you take me to iscariot?” shelby asked. “alucard will hunt you down, will hunt iscariot down and slaughter all of you without hesitation. he will burn the vatican to the ground if it meant keeping me safe. do you want to lose everyone you love and care for, priest?”

         “the will of god will not take us where the grace of god cannot sustain us,” anderson quoted.

         “don’t quote that religious bullshit to me, father.” shelby growled. “you know very well i don’t believe in god,”

         “yet you wear a rosary around your arm,” he pointed out.

         “it’s a requirement, for my protection. my guardian may not be affected by it, but it keeps away other vampires.” shelby replied.

         anderson’s green eyes locked with her hazel ones and his hand, which had already been on her shoulder to keep her down, maneuvered across her shoulder and up to her neck, where his powerful fingers slowly closed around her neck. she was so fragile, and one move could snap her neck if he desired.

         shelby’s breath hitched as she felt the priest’s hand closed around her throat, not quite choking, but just applying enough pressure to keep her down. she had a moment of realization and grinned. “is that what this is about, father?”

         “what are you going on about, girl?”

         “don’t deny it, priest. you want to fuck me.” she said, laughing softly.

         his eyes widened slightly. “how dare you-?”

         “don’t act like you don’t know, father.” shelby said. “i see the look in your eyes, especially when its both myself and alucard fighting you. you remember what took place last time, yeah? alucard knew you wanted to fuck me, and you got to and you loved it.”

         “salacious whore, how dare you mock me?” anderson snapped. “my vows were broken because of you.”

         “you broke your own vows, anderson.” shelby grinned. “i didn’t force you to break them.”

         his grip around her neck tightened slightly and shelby inhaled sharply, feeling her air supply sustained. she already felt the warmth pooling in her body and when she realized just how close he was to her, she lifted her knee and pressed it right up against his groin. a strangled gasp left his lips and shelby already felt him becoming hard.

         “see what i mean?” she asked. “you want me, anderson. you didn’t get enough last time.”

         “you enjoyed it far more than i did,” he hissed.

         “temptations and occasions put nothing in a man, but only draw out what was in him before,” she whispered.

         anderson glowered down at her, his free hand reaching up to grasp a handful of her short, dark locks and yanking her head back slightly. shelby hissed at the sensation but didn’t have time to protest as the large man leaned down and pressed his lips to hers in a kiss of pent-up aggression and sexual tension. shelby didn’t push him away and as her eyes closed, she tilted her head to better mold their lips together, returning the kiss with just as much intensity.

         damn, maybe she did have a thing for priests.

         she pressed her knee harder against his groin, his clothed erection growing stiffer inside his trousers. it took little to get him going, seeing that he hadn’t had much sexual activity until the last time they met. her lips parted and he took it as an invitation to deepen the kiss further, tongue slipping in to stroke against hers.

         after a few moments of kissing, shelby was the first to pull away with a soft chuckle. “getting your kicks, father?”

         “shut up,” he said and removed the hand he had in her hair, reaching up to yank the bayonet out of her hand.

         shelby groaned, already feeling nerve damage in her hand. as anderson locked their lips together once more, shelby was able to move her hands and she tangled one in his hair, grip tightening in the blond strands and the other grasping at the shoulder of his cloak. his hand cupped the back of her neck, grasping to keep her close against him. shelby felt the strength in his hands, felt how powerful he was and how much bigger he was than her. alucard was already twice her size, being over a foot taller than her, yet anderson was still a few inches over alucard.

         and damn, she already knew she had a thing for big, powerful men holding her down.

         she released a muffled mewl as she felt his knee press against her, whether it was an accident or not, she was enjoying the contact and feeling heat curl through her body. it wasn’t like she didn’t get sex on the regular. she was getting laid almost every day, sometimes twice or three times a day when it was just her and alucard. but she knew that before their last encounter, anderson had been a virgin.

         and it appeared as though he had been doing some research.

         “mmph, been doin’ research, father?” she teased.

         “shut up,” he said, grasping her hair once more and yanking her head back to expose her neck to him.

         anderson saw various bite marks and bruises along the flesh of her neck, seeing a patch of them focused on her pulse point. it made his stomach curl as he saw those marks, knowing very well who they were from. his eyes narrowed and he leaned down, closing his mouth over a patch of tender flesh in the crook of her neck. shelby sighed softly at the contact, reaching with her free hand to pull apart her tie, loosening it completely and letting it hang from her neck. she went for her button-up shirt next, undoing the first couple of buttons and give anderson a sneak of what he could have.

         “temptress,” he growled.

         “but you’re not stopping,” she said. “you’re allowed to touch.”

         as anderson returned to focus his attention on her neck, shelby reached up to his collar and pulled on the white collar, letting it slip out of one color so she could work on pulling his clothing open. anderson didn’t seem to stop her, so she worked on the first few buttons of his shirt before his hand came up, dwarfing her own and slammed her hand back down onto the floor.

         shelby couldn’t help but smirk. alucard’s teasing attitude was starting to affect her. “don’t want me to touch you, priest?”

         “you ripped my clothes the last time,” he snarked.

         “i wasn’t going to this time,” shelby pouted softly. “but fine,”

         shelby removed her hand from its grip on his hair and slid her other hand out from underneath his so she could unbutton her shirt the rest of the way, all the way down to her waist. the last encounter they had, anderson couldn’t stop roving his hands across her tattoos, the ones that spread over both of her arms and her collarbone. as soon as her flesh was in anderson’s gaze, she heard him swallow thickly.

         “i know you like my tattoos,” she said with a soft grin.

         anderson had to resist the temptation to touch her skin, at least, for now. but the hand that had slid back into his hair and yanked him up into another kiss meant shelby had different ideas. as his lips parted against hers, shelby made quick work of his shirt, pushing them open so she could feel the warm, hard muscle. alucard was cold, lithe and slender, while anderson was warm as any other human and built more muscular.

         shelby’s hand continued further down until she reached his waist. she bit down on his bottom lip and slipped her hand down further, grasping the large bulge. the priest gasped against her mouth, his cheeks tinging pink. she knew he was sensitive, but she was too. even despite having lost her virginity months ago, her body was still not used to sex quite yet.

         “you’ve been wanting this for a while, haven’t you, father?” she asked softly against his lips.

         she unbuckled his belt, pulled apart the button and pulled the zipper down, not surprised to see him fully erect as it flopped out of his trousers. anderson pulled out of the kiss and instead placed his head beside hers, a soft noise leaving him. shelby curled her fingers around the head of his cock, giving a singular stroke, fingers touching the already weeping slit. “that’s it, anderson…” she said against his ear. “poor thing, you’ve been keeping it back for a few weeks now.”

         “mmph…” was all he could say.

         she bit down on her bottom lip, knowing he wasn’t going to be able to get inside her without any sort of prep. alucard was big, if not bigger, and had the ability to shapeshift into any size and form that he wanted. which made for interesting nights.

         “take off your gloves. you’re not fucking me with your fingers with those on,” she said.

         anderson grunted against her and removed the glove off his left hand with his teeth. after a moment, he moved both hands down to get her jeans down, followed by her underwear and moved them out of one thigh. he scoffed when his fingers found her core, already warm and slick with her own arousal.

         “it seems you’ve been wanting this for a while, too.” he pointed out, fingers parting the soft folds of her core.

         shelby’s breath hitched and she felt a soft wave of pleasure course through her. “mmgh, you did such a good job last time that maybe i’ve been wanting a repeat.”

         his eyes narrowed and he slid his fingers down further, finding the entrance of her core already slick and ready. he knew he was large, larger than the average man, but proportionate to his body size. without waiting, he pressed a thick digit inside her, feeling how soft her inner walls were. shelby arched her hips, her eyes fluttering shut at the sensation. his touch felt much better without gloves.

         he slipped in a second not too long afterwards, pressing them in deeper, practically gliding into her due to how wet she was. shelby was letting out soft noises, her cheeks becoming redder with every ministration. he even seemed to remember the most sensitive part of her, her clit, and twisted his fingers – causing her to cry out softly – so he could add his thumb onto the swollen bud above her entrance.

         “mmg….s-stop, stop. i’ll cum too fast,” she said, a bit breathless.

         anderson removed his hand from her and shelby shifted herself so she could lift her legs onto the older man’s hips. “well? come on, show me what you got.” she demanded.

         “ever so demanding,” he snapped, his hands grabbing the underneath of both of her knees and lifting them higher into the air. his cock throbbed, the large vein prominent on the side as he lifted himself and leveled with her soaked core.

         shelby knew it was going to be a bit of a stretch at first. she was about to snap at him to hurry up, but before she could, the head of his cock breached her body. she gasped, back arching and instinctively tightened up before she willed her body to relax. anderson seemed affected as well, his face red as he slipped further into her tight body. he was about halfway in when he paused, his hands trembling.

         “f-fuck,” she moaned, already feeling so full. he was only halfway in and she could nearly feel him in her stomach. “ah….a-anderson, you feel so…ngh…good…”

         anderson turned his eyes down, unable to help but watch as he pulled back a few inches and then pushed back in, punching a moan out of shelby’s throat and his own, as he slid in deeper. damnit, she did feel really good…

         it took a good few more thrusts before he was able to hilt himself right down to the base, his entire cock swallowed by her body. he shuddered at her warmth and repositioned his hands, his right hand molded around her hip and the other, along with his arm, wrapped around her right thigh. when he felt her relax, he pulled back about halfway before thrusting back into her and beginning a bit of a clumsy, but steady pace.

         despite anderson’s inexperience, shelby still felt waves of pleasure coursing through her. he was so large, that when she looked down her body, she could see her belly distending with each thrust of his cock inside her. she knew it would happen, but seeing it made her all the more aroused. she let her head hit the floor, breathing hard as he stroked across her sweet spot. “faster,” she gritted out.

         “i don’t think you’re in any position to make demands of me, girl.” anderson growled, removing his hand from her hip to instead wrap it around her fragile neck.

         shelby choked, her air supply cut off slightly as he squeezed. “this is what you wanted, isn’t it?” he asked, tilting his hips and ramming deep into her, causing her to choke out a cry. “does your vampire lover not give you enough, so you turned to me to fill what he couldn’t?”

         “y-you came here while i was on a mission!” she gasped out, tears welding in the corners of her eyes as she already felt her body on the edge of orgasm.

         “you pathetic whore,” he snarled, voice strained as he felt his orgasm quickly approaching.

         with a hard strike to her sweet spot, shelby released a hoarse cry and came hard, her orgasm crashing over her like a violent tidal wave and causing her to tighten around anderson like a fucking vice.

         the priest gritted his teeth, feeling tears in his own eyes as the ecstasy of his climax overwhelmed him. he spilled into her, thick ropes of cum painting the walls of her core and causing her belly to bulge from his release.

         both of them breathed hard and shaky, taking a few moments to catch their breathing. shelby, once aware of her surroundings, gasped as anderson slipped out of her, still hard despite his orgasm. she could feel cum seeping out of her body and sliding down the cleft of her ass.

         “you better not be done, i-hey!”

         a yelp was startled out of her as anderson pulled on her arm and rolled her onto her stomach, to which she gasped as he grabbed onto her hips and pulled her lower half into the air. she didn’t have time to prepare as anderson placed himself back at her core and pushed in, quickly filling her right to the hilt. shelby moaned, squeezing her eyes shut as pleasure crashed through her.

         hands molded around her biceps, pulling her upper half up and causing the cock inside her to shift, pressing up against her belly. “y-you’re getting – ngh – better at this, anderson.” she panted.

         “you tempt me, girl, with your lewd commentary,” anderson gritted, his hips beginning with a punishing pace that already had her tightening around him. “you’re at fault for making me like this.”

         “it’s not my fault you’ve been wanting to fuck me for over a month now!” she laughed, drool seeping down the side of her mouth as the pleasure increased tenfold. “that sounds like a you problem, father.”

         he snarled and forced her arms behind her back, holding onto both of her wrists with one large hand while the other took a handful of her hair, yanking her head back roughly.

         “f-fuck!” she cried out, unable to do anything but take everything he gave her and more. she never imagined anderson would actually take the initiative and go off on his own. for someone with a newly discovered libido, he was learning quickly. “a-anderson, if you keep that up, i’m….i’m gonna…”

         “go on, let god see how desperate you are for my cock,” he demanded, grinding the head of his cock against her g-spot.

         liquid fire coursed through her veins, igniting them with embers as her orgasm came crashing into her. her cry bordered on a desperate scream, the walls of her tight cunt tightening around anderson once more, wetness gushing and dripping down her shaking legs. anderson released a deep moan, pushing deep into the young woman’s body and met his second orgasm of the night, filling her to the brim until it began to spill out of her and down her thighs onto the floor.

         shelby trembled, tears rolling down her cheeks from the overwhelming sensations. it felt so good, and she didn’t want it to stop.

         anderson pulled back once more and made himself sit down against the wall with a heavy sigh. shelby wasn’t done. not yet. she stood on shaky legs, walking over to the priest and situating herself on his lap, to which he looked at her with slightly wide eyes.

         “i’m not done,” she whispered, reaching behind her to take hold of his slick cock.

         anderson grunted, pressing his head back against the wall as the young woman guided him into her and she moaned at the sensation of being filled once more. he was sensitive, but still so hard. shelby took the initiative this time, beginning to rock her hips as his hands made purchase on her hips. he could see himself disappearing into her body with each thrust. when he turned his gaze to her face, he couldn’t help but think of what a beautiful young woman she was.

         her hands slid up from his bare chest and up to his face, where she cupped his scruffy cheeks and leaned in, molding her lips to his in a deep kiss. he submitted to her, his arms winding up to wrap around her back and keep her close as she worked on achieving both of their orgasms.

         “a….alexander,” she breathed, increasing her pace of fucking herself on his cock.

         “you say my name so beautifully,” he groaned, tightening his grip on her and resuming the kiss.

         it wasn’t long before she was shaking, and her breathing became erratic and she slammed down once more, crying out his name as pleasure crashed through both of them and throwing them into their final climaxes. he spilled into her, groaning into her shoulder, and holding her flush against him as his orgasm coursed through his sensitive body.

         shelby eventually collapsed against him, her face pressed into his broad shoulder, trembling in his hold. his gloveless hand cupped the back of her head, fingers stroking through the soft strands to try and help her through the overstimulation.

         it had to be ten, maybe fifteen minutes before shelby finally gathered the strength to lift herself off of him. cum seeped down her thighs thickly and she pulled her head back, her gaze meeting his. anderson looked soft like this, in the aftermath of his orgasm.

         her gaze softened. he would make a fine lover to the right person.

         shelby pressed a kiss to the corner of his lips before she stood, her legs still trembling. anderson stood up next, fixing his clothing and watching as she cleaned herself to the best of her ability with what she had and pulled her underwear and jeans back on.

         “i’m not going to iscariot.” she said, buttoning her shirt up.

         “i know,” he said, picking his gloves up from the floor and slipping them back on. “this time, i’ll let you go. but when we meet next, i will have no choice but to force you to come back with me.”

         “hmmph, we’ll see, father.” she said, smoothing her hair back away from her face. “you owe me for the nerve damage in my hand,”

         she turned around when she felt his large hand on her shoulder and glanced up at him. anderson leaned down and pressed his lips to hers in a soft, tender kiss that she hadn’t known he could do. she recuperated it before parting from him.

         “until next time, miss o’viere.” anderson spoke and began walking away.

         “til next time, anderson.” she said softly and walked in the opposite direction of him.

         when shelby walked outside, she immediately lit a cigarette and blew smoke out of her mouth, taking in the fresh air. seconds later, she felt gloved hands on her shoulders, the tall frame of alucard appearing behind her.

         “did you have fun, my dear?” he asked, a grin on his features.

         “you saw the whole thing, didn’t you?” shelby asked, looking at him from over her shoulder.

         “of course. seras and i finished early and i came to check up on you.” alucard replied, pressing his nose into her hair, nuzzling into it. “looks like you and anderson had fun,”

         “i don’t know if i would call it fun.” she said, taking another drag of her cigarette.

         alucard walked until he was in front of her, observing the cut on her cheek and then taking her left hand in his so he could observe the wound. “there will be nerve damage,”

         “anderson owes me for that,” shelby said, taking the few steps forwards until alucard was folding her into his coat, pressing her against his chest to keep her arm.

         “let’s go home, my dear.” he said.

         “yeah, let’s.”

[quornesha]

Prophecy And Symbolism of the 5-Spotted Hawk Moth

The Following Channel is from higher powers, Divine, the ancestral plane and is prophetic through Quornesha S. Lemon|

Whether the 5-spotted Hawk Moth appears in dreams, visions, waking life or synchronicities, it is a sign and message that in this season, others are warned to play with you at their own risk. The divine will not play about you. There’s a 5th dimensional layer of protection over you. You yourself are beyond this realm/world. You have many abilities that are beginning to come to the forefront of your life. You are beginning to see things in 3’s which is confirmation.

Everything anyone even thinks about that is wrong against you, will fail. Justice and karma is being sped up, your enemies will run back to you asking for you to lift things off of them, but it is not YOUR doing, it is divine’s. Know this, whatever you’re doing is in alignment with God’s will and plan for your life. If you’re not currently, you will soon in the immediate future. You’re walking your purpose, and are in alignment with heaven. You are reminded to LET PEOPLE WALK AWAY. If it no longer serves their purpose to be with you, let them leave, someone far better, that exceeds what you’ve been praying for will replace them. Divine does not want you to chase anyone.

Whose for you is still on the way. That’s friendships, relationship, marriage, partnerships, business, etc. Whatever the case may be. Be authentic, open your heart and love on people. How they treat you is their karma. Whoever fumbles you after you’ve sown good seeds will meet the same measure that Divine’s enemies have been met with. Judas Iscariot, Pharoah, and the like. Whoever betrays you, also betrays Divine, whoever backstabs you also backstabs Divine, whoever curses you, also curses Divine. Allow people to be exactly who they are. It is SAFE for you to love. Allow your light to illuminate every room you walk into. If you already have your divine connection then the bad will become resolved quickly and easily. Not a single person is without flaws. As you love people, you are loving God/divine, as you’re good to people you’re being good to God/divine. Your enemies will receive the accommodation owed to them, Karma.

Where you once rejected, you will be approved, where you once low you will rise higher, from being manufactured to the mansions, from being alone to having a community of supporters. The only words that will be able to come out of people’s mouths are YOU ARE APPROVED, YES, AMEN, AND IT IS DONE. Watch God/divine carry you through this season, wherever the enemy wishes you harm, God will bless. His armies are on alert for you. You are special to divine and the kingdom. Know this, the kingdom is indeed within you. Imagine dreaming big, and God/Divine saying, “It was my plan for you all alone”. A series of big dreams are about to manifest. You deserve this, do not apologize for it. People, will support you.

This message isn't, obviously resonant with all whose paths it crosses, as perhaps you may encounter someone of this vernacular, mastery or skill. Therefore, it is a sign from the universe that you're meant to work with such a person. 

Need further clarity or your own queries answered? Book your own reading as my schedule is full and I do not guarantee a reply on social media regarding this post.

If this is not you, then it is time to get clear to rejoin your tribe or the rest of the world of infinite beings. It's time to bring your light to the forefront. However, if you aren't able to invoke, heal or otherwise on your own, call on the assistance of shamans, healers, intuitive people, etc. to assist you. This synchronicity can possibly have specific meanings for you, it's time to get insight. 

The Gift that Quornesha Has can never be duplicated, She is a Shaman, Writer, Healer,  And Teacher with incredible prophetic/healing gifts. Please do not infringe upon her rights as the author. You are not permitted to reuse, nor are you to sale as you wish. This information has been made available to you for the purpose of introduction and demonstration. All rights reserved. If you'd like to use this in a magazine, online publication, or other, please ask for permission first. Legal actions will be taken if you proceed to impose. Be blessed, bless others and be at peace on your journey. What you do is coming back on you. Make sure that it is good, and all is well within you, through you and around you.  The source sees all and knows what you think it does not. 

[lennart11412]

 Luke 22 ►Mount of Olives / Betrayal

New King James Version

 Par ▾ 

The Plot to Kill Jesus

1Now the Feast of Unleavened Bread drew near, which is called Passover. 2And the chief priests and the scribes sought how they might kill Him, for they feared the people.

3Then Satan entered Judas, surnamed Iscariot, who was numbered among the twelve. 4So he went his way and conferred with the chief priests and captains, how he might betray Him to them. 5And they were glad, and agreed to give him money. 6So he promised and sought opportunity to betray Him to them in the absence of the multitude.

From &lt;https://biblehub.com/nkjv/luke/22.htm>

The Prayer in the Garden

39Coming out, He went to the Mount of Olives, as He was accustomed, and His disciples also followed Him. 40When He came to the place, He said to them, “Pray that you may not enter into temptation.”

41And He was withdrawn from them about a stone’s throw, and He knelt down and prayed, 42saying, “Father, if it is Your will, take this cup away from Me; nevertheless not My will, but Yours, be done.” 43[f]Then an angel appeared to Him from heaven, strengthening Him. 44And being in agony, He prayed more earnestly. Then His sweat became like great drops of blood falling down to the ground.

45When He rose up from prayer, and had come to His disciples, He found them sleeping from sorrow. 46Then He said to them, “Why do you sleep? Rise and pray, lest you enter into temptation.”

From &lt;https://biblehub.com/nkjv/luke/22.htm>

2 Samuel 15 ►Mount of Olives / Betrayal

New King James Version

 Par ▾ 

Absalom’s Treason

1After this it happened that Absalom provided himself with chariots and horses, and fifty men to run before him. 2Now Absalom would rise early and stand beside the way to the gate. So it was, whenever anyone who had a lawsuit[a] came to the king for a decision, that Absalom would call to him and say, “What city are you from?” And he would say, “Your servant is from such and such a tribe of Israel.” 3Then Absalom would say to him, “Look, your [b]case is good and right; but there is no [c]deputy of the king to hear you.” 4Moreover Absalom would say, “Oh, that I were made judge in the land, and everyone who has any suit or cause would come to me; then I would give him justice.” 5And so it was, whenever anyone came near to bow down to him, that he would put out his hand and take him and kiss him. 6In this manner Absalom acted toward all Israel who came to the king for judgment. So Absalom stole the hearts of the men of Israel.

7Now it came to pass after [d]forty years that Absalom said to the king, “Please, let me go to Hebron and pay the vow which I made to the Lord. 8For your servant took a vow while I dwelt at Geshur in Syria, saying, ‘If the Lord indeed brings me back to Jerusalem, then I will serve the Lord.’ ”

9And the king said to him, “Go in peace.” So he arose and went to Hebron.

10Then Absalom sent spies throughout all the tribes of Israel, saying, “As soon as you hear the sound of the trumpet, then you shall say, ‘Absalom reigns in Hebron!’ ” 11And with Absalom went two hundred men invited from Jerusalem, and they went along innocently and did not know anything. 12Then Absalom sent for Ahithophel the Gilonite, David’s counselor, from his city—from Giloh—while he offered sacrifices. And the conspiracy grew strong, for the people with Absalom continually increased in number.

David Escapes from Jerusalem

13Now a messenger came to David, saying, “The hearts of the men of Israel are [e]with Absalom.”

14So David said to all his servants who were with him at Jerusalem, “Arise, and let us flee, or we shall not escape from Absalom. Make haste to depart, lest he overtake us suddenly and bring disaster upon us, and strike the city with the edge of the sword.”

15And the king’s servants said to the king, “We are your servants, ready to do whatever my lord the king commands.” 16Then the king went out with all his household after him. But the king left ten women, concubines, to keep the house. 17And the king went out with all the people after him, and stopped at the outskirts. 18Then all his servants passed [f]before him; and all the Cherethites, all the Pelethites, and all the Gittites, six hundred men who had followed him from Gath, passed before the king.

19Then the king said to Ittai the Gittite, “Why are you also going with us? Return and remain with the king. For you are a foreigner and also an exile from your own place. 20In fact, you came only yesterday. Should I make you wander up and down with us today, since I go I know not where? Return, and take your brethren back. Mercy and truth be with you.”

21But Ittai answered the king and said, “As the Lord lives, and as my lord the king lives, surely in whatever place my lord the king shall be, whether in death or life, even there also your servant will be.”

22So David said to Ittai, “Go, and cross over.” Then Ittai the Gittite and all his men and all the little ones who were with him crossed over. 23And all the country wept with a loud voice, and all the people crossed over. The king himself also crossed over the Brook Kidron, and all the people crossed over toward the way of the wilderness.

24There was Zadok also, and all the Levites with him, bearing the ark of the covenant of God. And they set down the ark of God, and Abiathar went up until all the people had finished crossing over from the city. 

25Then the king said to Zadok, “Carry the ark of God back into the city. If I find favor in the eyes of the Lord, He will bring me back and show me both it and His dwelling place. 26But if He says thus: ‘I have no delight in you,’ here I am, let Him do to me as seems good to Him.”

 27The king also said to Zadok the priest, “Are you not a seer?[g] Return to the city in peace, and your two sons with you, Ahimaaz your son, and Jonathan the son of Abiathar. 28See, I will wait in the plains of the wilderness until word comes from you to inform me.” 29Therefore Zadok and Abiathar carried the ark of God back to Jerusalem. And they remained there.

30So David went up by the Ascent of the Mount of Olives, and wept as he went up; and he had his head covered and went barefoot. And all the people who were with him covered their heads and went up, weeping as they went up. 

31Then someone told David, saying, “Ahithophel is among the conspirators with Absalom.” And David said, “O Lord, I pray, turn the counsel of Ahithophel into foolishness!”

32Now it happened when David had come to the top of the mountain, where he worshiped God—there was Hushai the Archite coming to meet him with his robe torn and dust on his head. 33David said to him, “If you go on with me, then you will become a burden to me. 34But if you return to the city, and say to Absalom, ‘I will be your servant, O king; as I was your father’s servant previously, so I will now also be your servant,’ then you may defeat the counsel of Ahithophel for me. 35And do you not have Zadok and Abiathar the priests with you there? Therefore it will be that whatever you hear from the king’s house, you shall tell to Zadok and Abiathar the priests. 36Indeed they have there with them their two sons, Ahimaaz, Zadok’s son, and Jonathan, Abiathar’s son; and by them you shall send me everything you hear.”

37So Hushai, David’s friend, went into the city. And Absalom came into Jerusalem.

From &lt;https://biblehub.com/nkjv/2_samuel/15.htm>

[adultswim2021]

The Rising Son #2: “Touch My Couscous” | April 26, 2009 - 5:00AM | S01E02

I recall this episode being much worse than the first one, and sorta tapping out of the series after watching it. I think it was mostly because of the ending, where Mary sings a song at Pontius Pilate’s restaurant. It seems like a reference to something I don’t know what it is, and sometimes that’s enough. It’s enough to make me FEEL WEIRD. Wild Guess: Star Trek? Is it a Star Trek reference? I don’t know why, but I’m getting strong Star Trek vibes from it. Am I right or what? 

This episode: Jesus is fired from his father’s furniture shop Intelligent Design. Judas finds out and immediately applies (and gets) Jesus’ old job. Jesus is fired because he gives all the furniture away to the needy. Meanwhile, Jesus finds that he can transform starches into sweets when he lays his fingers on some couscous and it becomes a mysterious desert that has no name. Luckily his mother’s slave, Tiramisu, is around, so they can name it after him. Jesus is hired at the restaurant just for this one weird trick, but he gets exhausted and has to quit. A near-riot breaks out at the place. 

NOTES: They did not bleep Iscariot this time, but they do bleep a line Pontius Pilate delivers at the end. I don’t get it? Does he say something filthy, or blasphemous, or both? For some reason, I feel like knowing the bible is essential here, like he is quoting some famous line from there. I simply have no clue. If it's an absurd gag it doesn't come off that way to me! This is right before the woman possibly references Star Trek at me, so I was probably feeling VERY WEIRD.

This one features the series debut of legendary Atlanta broadcaster Bill Tush, an early comedic presence on TBS. If you want to go down a Tush rabbit hole on YouTube, it’s waiting for you. Recently Oddity Archive did a pretty good video about early TBS, and before I clicked on it I thought to myself “I’ll bet this is going to mostly be about Bill Tush”. Indeed, about a quarter of the video is dedicated to him. You should watch it. The Tush stuff is about 10 minutes in.

MAIL BAG

Wait was liking JJ Pepper just a bit of irony! I thought we could do this togetherrrr!

The unvarnished truth is that I just think that sketch is good, but not great. I'm sorry I mislead you.

thanks for caring!

Hey, you're welcome.

WHO JJ PEPPPER STOP POSTIONG ABOUT IT, TIM AND ERIC RUINED ADULT SWIM, THEY ARE LIVE ACTION

That's okay that they ruined Adult Swim! I like that they did that :)

[daughterofhecata]

I was tagged by @iscariot-rising forever ago - sorry, I kept forgetting about it, thanks for the tag! <3

Relationship status: single and not looking to change that

Favourite color: Black. And dark red. And dark purples, greens and blues as well.

Song stuck in my head: none right now, luckily

The last song I listened to: my ex’s best friend by MGK

The last thing I googled: 'Nackt unter Wölfen’ because I was checking if it was fiction or just fictionalized

Dream Vacation: Venice, definitely

Anything I want: lots of stuff, but right now most pressingly: for my headache to stop and for my vpn to give me more free traffic so I can watch more Tatort Berlin episodes (my anti virus software blocks the totally legal site I watch it on when the vpn isn’t turned on :/)

No pressure tags: @crazy-walls, @bistdueinbaum, @sehr-wohl-die-herrschaften, @alintheshitposter

[catkin-morgs-kookaburralover]

💥 and 🌕 for any or all WIPs you have!

'Any or all' you say! I'll answer this for multiple, just because I can. Project names in bold are the tags I use for these ones if you want to look them up (and also feel free to ask me about them!), some more talked of than others.

💥 - What is the main conflict of the wip?

taira - The danger of the dragon rising is becoming more and more prominent, especially once Taira the white rabbit exists. Taira and her friends are trying to stop it from happening. [drafted and unedited]

knitting oc - Patience is angry that she has a new adopted sister, and the main focal point of the story is really them getting to know each other and getting along. Two fun facts: one, Patience is one of my older OCs who I've recently realised is unintentionally autistic, and two, that whole story is heavily inspired by Dear Enemy, only platonic and whatnot. [partially planned]

vaniah - Arranged marriage happens (well, to simplify), and they - already good friends - have to work out how to get along in a marriage. Also Emily discovers how terrible Vaniah's self-esteem is, and also many terrible things he's done she never knew about. They kinda pull each other out of their problems in a way. The conflict is much more internal than anything else. [drafting rn]

adira - Adira trying to work out the truth of the world and how it was created and who God is, really. More complicated than that but it can truly be summed up into What is truth? [much draft but mess]

story:wcb - a short story (well, currently 23k and expected to get more like 25k I think by the time I'm finished the final round of editing). The main conflict is that Miriam and Edward are trying to work out what happens after you die. Because (spoilers) Miriam hasn't got long to live. So there are lots of emotions and things. I never meant to get attached to Miriam as a character tbh - she's a background character already deceased by the time Edward appears in Adira's story. But when I was brainstorming short stories surrounding Adira's, this was one of the stories that came to mind pretty quickly. [on second-last round of edits]

story:hiraeth - another short story (13k, from memory), this one dealing with a crisis of faith of a completely different character, after her father loses his faith. It's an extremely personal story to me, as it deals with what I went through (not entirely the same, of course) after two of my siblings (a couple of years apart) lost their faith. [on second-last round of edits]

judastale - a novel still in the planning stages, which I'd intended to write next but I wouldn't be surprised if it ends up being my nanowrimo project, since vaniah jumped the gun and I started writing it earlier than I intended to xD It's a Bible-based novel about Judas, from a somewhat sympathetic viewpoint, but - of course - ultimately a tragedy. I intend to remain faithful to the Biblical account, but to add in things to make it human and - yes, if I do it right I expect to end up crying over Judas Iscariot. So far I've written a short prologue and nothing more until I get my notes in order; I really might just wait until November and write it then. [planning]

inklings - I originally began to write this as a short story for the Inklings Challenge, for which I was part of Team Lewis during October last year, using an old OC from when I was in year 10 (who is one of the other 'huh she's autistic' characters lol). The story revolves around Hadassah finding a place for herself in the world, really, but she also goes through a portal to a new world during the story. I've written 8k so far, and she's just gone through the portal and beyond that I've basically stopped because I need to do more planning of what happens beyond the portal. I wrote two shorter stories, one of which is available both here and on my website under two different titles I think lol and the other I'm not yet happy with; both were to submit to fairly local competitions, and surprisingly both were commended in their competitions. I'll probably post the other at least to my website at some point. This story is very dear to my heart; though it started out entirely different, it was directly written when I was in year 10 as a coping mechanism because I didn't have many friends and I couldn't understand why I didn't and why I was always the forgettable one. I still don't understand it entirely, but I've got more used to it, and found more friends who don't forget about me. (And friends who get annoyed by me as well as being friends, but that's just life I suppose.) [partly written and planning]

"Do I have any other wips really right now? Ah yes that other one - nope that's nonfiction and wouldn't suit this question. And that other one - wait no that's literally tagged secret project for a reason. What about that one - silly silly I haven't even opened the Scrivener file for months even though I have edits waiting for it, I can't call it a wip at present."

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I couldn't see an emoji matching the second one you sent... feel free to either give me a different emoji or clarify which one you wanted, sorry!

Ask me to elaborate on anything of what I've mentioned above if you like!