#qareen

[analligatorr]

Marlon, my character from Tormenta (brazilian rpg system)

[sio-lokistiel]

Love how the Evil fandom isn’t spooked by id shadows and Jung. SPN fandom could learn a thing or two from them!

Tho if Ben’s id is booty calling the girl who channels Jesus and who sacrificed a ram over him, he still might wanna do something about that. She did bring up multiverse theory so she is being kinda helpful and she thought the Qareen was cool so.

[huggybearsunshine]

Can I Ask You a Question..?

[Part 1] The qareen finds Dean to be a fascinating subject, exploring multiple dark desires within the hunter, and bringing a lot of things to light that he would rather stay hidden.

“I understand, Dean,” the qareen wearing Amara’s face walked in as if on air, something otherworldly in the gate, “the longing in your heart, I feel it too…” Dean could barely look at it, suddenly feeling exposed in a way that only one other person could make him feel.

“Well, that’s touching, considering you don’t have a heart,” his voice was rough and scratched on its way out.

He dropped his gaze, keeping the beast in his peripheral and hoping if he didn’t look directly at the form, it wouldn’t see further in.

“But there’s something underneath,” it acknowledged his fear with intrigue.

“I’m a ‘what you see is what you get’ kinda guy,” Dean tried to play it off.

“No, that’s just what you want people to believe,” the silky voice responded back.

Suddenly its shape began to change before his eyes, shoulders widening and hair shortening until instead of Amara standing there, it was Cas.

“Stop,” the hunter warned.

“I can see your love for her, but it’s… fabricated, forced…” it tilted its head like him, but it wasn’t him, everything felt wrong, “With this one, it’s real- genuine… grown in secret over many years.”

Dean spotted the nearby knife and began inching toward it, suddenly wishing it was Amara he could fight instead.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he growled.

“Why do you hide from it?” the creature asked, “Just give in.”

And it shook him deep inside to hear those words from Cas’ mouth.

“You’re not him,” Dean’s voice shook, “And I’m, I’m not-“

“But you are,” the deep voice stepped in tandem with him, circling the room like mirroring predators, but Dean felt more like prey than he was used to, “You know you are, and who I am doesn’t matter. The real question is who are you?”

“What do you mean, who am I?” Dean stiffened, forgetting his plan of grabbing the knife entirely.

“You’re a mystery,” Cas’ voice continued, “I can see inside your heart. Feel the love you feel, except, it’s cloaked in shame…”

Dean’s focus could no longer shy away as it crowded in closer, eyes betraying everything he’d fought so hard to conceal.

“When it comes to this,” her hand roamed up the hunter’s torso and he swallowed hard, “You can’t help yourself.”

He looked almost pleadingly toward the creature to stop, but it wasn’t Cas and it would hold none of his sympathies for him.

“Why fight it?” his voice rumbled, “Just give in.”

“You know what, you’re right…” he stepped back, forcing himself to look away, “The real Cas does have a hold over me,” the words nearly stuck in his throat, so accustomed to being held in that they almost wouldn’t come out, “But you’re not him… nothing but a cheap imitation at best. See, I know Cas better than anyone. Better than I know myself sometimes…”

He grabbed a large piece of material from the work sight and held it up just as the beast’s arm punched threw it.

He looked down. Shocked by how close it had come before deciding to run.

Being stalked and attacked by Cas was nothing new to him, but it never failed to be intimidating even if it wasn’t the real Angel who was after him. Everywhere he hid, was destroyed with ease, but he managed to stay ahead until he made a move to stab the Cas-like shape.

A bad move, he discovered as the other man’s arm twisted his own at a painful angle.

Then the free hand gripped his throat.

He was going to die, and the last thing he’d see were those blue eyes, filled not with the usual affection or annoyance as was more often the case, but with malice and hate.

But it froze. His brother had come through at the last minute and the creature retreated before collapsing in on itself like a dying star.

He caught his hand reaching out for him, betraying his own awareness that it wasn’t Cas dying before him but a monster.

“Dean?” Sam’s voice called soon after, hurried footsteps accompanying it until he appeared in the room to find him gasping and eyes wet with unshed tears, seemingly worsened by the sight of his brother.

“Yeah,” his voice shook.

“I got it,” he looked at him in concern, “It’s done…”

He watched the other man try to gather himself and his concern deepened.

“You okay?” he approached like he was nearing an injured animal, slow and cautious.

“Mm hm, yeah,” Dean pushed past him.

He left it alone until they were back at the motel room. Until he couldn’t stand it anymore.

“So, you gonna keep me in suspense here or what?” Sam finally dared to ask.

Dean was standing over the sink, wiping water from his face, and their eyes met in the mirror before he worked himself up to facing him for real.

“About what?” he asked, knowing fully well what.

“Who was it?” Sam wasn’t backing down, unaware of the position he was putting Dean in by asking.

“Amara…” he admitted the easier answer, hating that he found that to be the easier to admit.

Then he noticed it, the lack of shock on his brother’s face.

“You aren’t horrified by that?” he asked incredulous.

“Dean, that’s not your fault,” Sam offered in response, “You know that, right?”

“Yeah, I guess so…” he took a moment before chancing an uncharacteristic amount of honesty, “It wasn’t… just her.”

Sam froze at that, “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Dean began fidgeting with his bag nervously and Sam’s brow rose at the sudden nervousness overtaking him, “It, uh… turned into,” he couldn’t force it out, couldn’t make himself say it, “Someone I didn’t expect it to…”

“Okay,” Dean’s hands were shaking so Sam let himself sink onto the edge of the bed, trying to be as small as possible in hopes to not scare off this bit of vulnerability he was showing.

“It was Cas…” Dean finally managed the words, eyes scanning anywhere in the room but the direction of his brother, “It turned into Cas.”

“And that surprised you…” it wasn’t a question, but also wasn’t really a statement either.

“It doesn’t surprise you?” Dean tossed the article of clothing in his hand back into the bag and whipped around.

“Not entirely, no…” Sam ventured.

“So you think Cas is my deepest, darkest desire?” Dean’s defenses were building rapidly.

“You don’t?“ Sam stayed calm.

“No, he can’t be,” he ran a hand through his hair, “That would mean I’m…”

“What?” Sam was looking at him with such patient acceptance that Dean couldn’t hold onto his anger, and it faded just as easily as it rose, “Not entirely straight?”

Dean’s eyes turned to his with fear shining out like a light. So strong Sam’s heart ached from it.

“Cas isn’t a man, Dean… He’s more complicated than that,” Sam assured him, “And even if he was, it doesn’t change who you are to feel that way about him…”

“It does to me,” Dean’s eyes darted wildly, tears welling up once more against his will.

“Why?” Sam asked softly, “Cause Dad said it did?”

Dean had no answer for that. It had already been said. Dean knew that was why- knew it wasn’t true- but something in him had clung to that falsehood so tightly, he found it hard to let go.

“There’s nothing wrong with wanting Cas like that,” Sam furthered the statement, “If I’m being honest, I don’t think the feeling is one sided…”

“What?” Dean’s brows shot together.

Sam’s mouth stretched into a grin he was trying desperately to flatten.

“You guys need to talk,” he rubbed a hand over his mouth.

“Me and Cas?” the words felt new, different than before.

“Just my opinion…” Sam shrugged, scared he’d crossed some line with the other hunter.

Dean ran his hands over his face, “This is crazy…”

“Our lives are crazy…” Sam stood, “I’m gonna go grab us something to eat and give you a bit to think or… maybe make a phone call if you feel like it…”

Dean looked at him like he wanted to fight but no words followed so he clapped a hand to his shoulder and continued out the door, leaving Dean alone with a storm of thoughts in his mind.

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@destiel-wings @destieliscanon5nov

[urbanunkindness]

He proclaimed thus, “NON ILLEGITIMI CARBORUNDUM!”. His older #qareen shrieked, “woe if you stay in the same place”. We await better revelations. Meanwhile, ⚔️#nonillegitimicarborundum!⚜️ (at Kampala, Uganda) https://www.instagram.com/p/CgM8yySrR9l/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[coolclaytony]

@dailycharacteroption @thecreaturecodex

[lpbestiary]

In Islamic beliefs, a Qareen is the spiritual double of a living person. Sometimes classified as a type of djinni, they are said to be either the manifestation of an aspect of their counterpart, or a version of that person from another dimension.

In the Quran, the term "Qareen" is often used in reference to evil; particularly that one who turns away from God is said to be a Qareen of Satan.

Image source.

Monster master list.

Suggest a spook.

[saxafimedianetwork]

Xisbiga Waddani Oo Baaq U Diray Madaxweyne Muuse Biixi

[haltnetwork-blog]

WIP some NPCs in my D&D campaign. Well, not exactly D&D, but it’s brazilian equivalent, Tormenta RPG (TRPG). It’s just easier saying D&D or RPG cause people automatically get it. Anyways, this is Thorig Steelbeard, a jewels expert of Doherimm, the Iron mountain (aka the dwarf’s kingdom). My group are going to meet him and his brother and their bone dog wolf thingy next session, on a journey through the Underdark. Hopefully they don’t kill him. And hopefully I don’t fuck up the rest of this drawing.

[sio-lokistiel]

Not escaping anytime soon, i guess. More Jung and id shadows. Ben specifically called the Qareen that. Guessing the medication isn’t really gonna help if it’s not technically a hallucination.

[mhmdkids]

Prophet Mohammad(ﷺ) Said:

“When a person goes to Bed, An Angel and a Devil hasten towards him.

The Angel says, “End your day with Good,” And The Devil says, “End your day with Evil.”

If he remembers Allah until (sleep) overtakes him, the Angel Expels the Devil and spends the night watching over him.

When he wakes up, An Angel and a Devil hasten towards him.

The Angel says, “Start (your day) with Good,” And The Devil says, “Start (your day) with Evil.”

If he remembers Allah (and Supplicates), then The Angel Expels the Devil and spends the day watching over him.”

Reference (Bukhari - Adab Al Mufrad Book 50, Hadith 1214) Also (Hisnul Hasin)

Hudhayfa mentions, “When the Prophet,(ﷺ), Wanted to go to sleep, he said,

*بِاسْمِكَ اللَّهُمَّ أَمُوتُ وَأَحْيَا* ‘By Your Name, O Allah, I die and live.’

When he woke up, he said,

*الْحَمْدُ للهِ الَّذِي أَحْيَانَا بَعْدَ مَا أَمَاتَنَا وَإِلَيْهِ النُّشُورُ* ‘Praise be to Allah who gave us life after He made us die, and to Him is the gathering.’”

Reference (Bukhari - Adab Al Mufrad Book 50, Hadith 1205)_

[jhm439]

Here’s my qareen for a RPG I’m gonna play with some friends :D she dosen’t have one feet, one hand and an arm cuz I’m lazy af 

hoi hoi 

[thesupernaturalfoxsisters]

Supernatural S11E13 Recap: Love Hurts

Recap of Supernatural S11E13: Love Hurts #SPN #Supernatural #LoveHurts

Who doesn’t love a holiday-themed Supernatural episode? “Love Hurts” is all about the dangers of desire and love. Acting on your deepest desire could result in your heart being ripped out. Happy Valentine’s Day! (more…)

[jeckleanddean]

‘Love Hurts’

I’m not gonna lie, when that Qareen turned into a lady I was hoping so badly that it was Lisa. When I realised it was probably going to be Amara I wasn’t mad (I don’t have that kind of vitriol for that pairing) but I was a bit disappointed. I guess though the spell is about deep and dark desires and Lisa Braden is a a pure, light, true love.

Aside from that, I love the Monster of the Week, and although this episode wasn’t the best filler episode ever, especially compared to last weeks golden ray of sunshine, it did provide some really great moments. My favourites were the scissors paper rock (finally Dean! and wow Sam’s faces), and the fact that Dean told Sam. The fact they have spent this season communicating is the absolute joy of my life.

Also: in that last scene, when Dean was talking about the hold Amara has on him, both Dean and Sam looked so...young. Like it reminded me of when Sam talked about Ruby or Lucifer’s hold on him, or when Dean knew he was dying. There was these vestiges of those past selves in there, which to be honest I think comes from on point performances by Jensen and Jared.

[jochemstoel]

Voor een hele toffe producer Qareen  uit Leeuwarden heb ik een video in elkaar geknutseld. De video is natuurlijk een imitatie van de Excision video die gemaakt is door DubstepLyrics maar ik geloof graag dat ik er wat unieks van heb gemaakt met mijn eigen toevoegingen.

Deze video is niet responsive (reageert niet automatisch op audio) maar is gewoon met behulp van een timeline gemaakt. Sommige van de animaties die je ziet in deze video zijn met HTML/CSS gedaan. Mijn artikelen over CSS animaties zijn zeker een aanrader als je meer wilt weten over hoe ik dat voor elkaar heb gekregen.

Hou die gasten van Qareen in de gaten, daar gaan we meer van horen.