#versicle

[fredericolimablog]

"Farei cicatrizar o seu ferimento e curarei as suas feridas”, declara o SENHOR, “porque a você, Sião, chamam de rejeitada, aquela por quem ninguém se importa”."

Jeremias 30:17

[boraorar]

Já dizia o Senhor através dos seus profetas que não deveríamos acreditar em toda conspiração 

Versículos do dia:

Is 8:12-13: "“Não chame tudo de conspiração, como eles fazem;  não viva com medo do que eles temem. Considere o SENHOR dos Exércitos santo em sua vida; é a ele que você deve temer. 

Ele é quem deve fazê-lo estremecer;"

O Remanescente Fiel Confia em Deus Somente.

Is 8:16-17: "Preserve os ensinamentos de Deus; confie a lei àqueles que me seguem. Esperarei pelo SENHOR, que se afastou dos descendentes de Jacó; 

porei nele minha esperança."

[skulsakz]

“the lord will protect you from all harm;

he will watch over your life

over your coming and going

both now and forevermore”

psalm 121:7/8

[yeshuaedits]

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[talonabraxas]

The Ophanim Angels (Thrones) Talon Abraxas

“Wheels within Wheels”

“Be Not Afraid”

“Ophanim,” rooted in ancient Hebrew, translates to “wheels.” While the Old Testament mentions wheels on carts, it gains particular significance in Ezekiel’s vision of God’s throne.

Ezekiel 1:15–21: “As I looked at the living creatures, I saw a wheel on the ground beside each creature with its four faces. This was the appearance and structure of the wheels: They sparkled like topaz, and all four looked alike. Each appeared to be made like a wheel intersecting a wheel. As they moved, they would go in any one of the four directions the creatures faced; the wheels did not change direction as the creatures went. Their rims were high and awesome, and all four rims were full of eyes all around.”

Ezekiel’s symbolism emphasizes God’s sovereignty, transcending earthly limitations. The wheels within wheels signify unrestricted movement, mirroring the cherubim’s ability to travel without turning. This portrayal, though not literal, underscores God’s omnipotence and omnipresence.

Ezekiel 10:9–13: “And then I saw four wheels beside the cherubim, one beside each cherub. The wheels radiating were sparkling like diamonds in the sun. All four wheels looked alike, each like a wheel within a wheel. When they moved, they went in any of the four directions but in a perfectly straight line. Where the cherubim went, the wheels went straight ahead. The cherubim were full of eyes in their backs, hands, and wings. The wheels likewise were full of eyes. I heard the wheels called ‘wheels within wheels.”

The “eyes” adorning the wheels and angels highlight divine omniscience. Ophanim, a focus of fascination, sparked later interpretations as a distinct class of angels. Colossians 1:16 adds to this discourse, mentioning “thrones,” potentially associated with ophanim, as spiritual beings.

However, interpreting said versicle as specific spiritual beings poses challenges. A more natural interpretation sees it referencing various authorities subject to Christ. Additionally, the metonymical representation of thrones in rivalry contrasts with the ophanim’s presumed submission to God.

Rather than establishing ophanim as a separate angelic class, viewing them as symbolic wheels on God’s throne is prudent. These wheels, not literal or guardian creatures, amplify Ezekiel’s vision’s core message — God reigns universally, responding with unparalleled sovereignty and power in every direction and location. The fascination with ophanim lies in their capacity to symbolize divine attributes and the profound nature of God’s reign.

They are described in one of the Dead Sea scrolls as angels; later sections of the Book of Enoch (61:10, 71:7) portray them as an order of celestial beings that (along with the Cherubim and Seraphim) never sleep, but occupy the position of guardians to ensure that the throne of God is protected. Christian angelology refers to them as one of the choirs (classes) of angels, and they are sometimes referred to as Thrones as well.

There are four eye-covered wheels (each wheel consists of two nested wheels), which move beside the winged Cherubim, beneath God’s throne, and are associated with the verse from Daniel 7:9 (the wheels of galgal are often called the wheels of galgallin, in “fiery flame” and “burning fire”). The four wheels move with the Cherubim because the spirit of the Cherubim is in them. The late Second Book of Enoch (20:1, 21:1) also referred to them as the “many-eyed ones”.

The Book of Enoch implies that the Ophanim are equated with the “Thrones” in Christianity when it lists them together, in order, as follows: “…round about were Seraphim, Cherubim, and Ophanim”.

Where does Metatron (Enoch) fit in? As with many angels, Metatron has multiple wings and eyes. In some imagery, the archangel is depicted as the “second God” who sits behind the throne, with the eyes representing his role as a celestial scribe and recorder of divine acts. In addition to his “twin brother”, Sandalphone, they are often depicted as akin to the Ophanim, however, they are the highest-rank angels (I will leave this statement open).

To conclude, the depiction of God with the four eye-covered wheels, associated with Ophanim, gives a sense of vulnerability, in my opinion, and challenges the traditional notion that God’s omnipotence is unquestionable. These beings are portrayed as having a regal quality, which differs from conventional perceptions of divine majesty, as seen in the Book of Enoch.

[never-enough-novels]

guys I have a question and I need an opinion whether this is ok or am I overreacting

I have a friend in class I talk to a lot. like its only been like 1 month and we are close enough(?) as much as a person can be in 1 month I guess.

we had this competition thing coming up and its usually good to have a partner for it. so this friend, lets call her A said she's doing some parts of the competition with person B( there are different versicles in the competition), another friend of ours. I as a joke, asked her if she isn't doing any parts with me cause usually till now whatever stuff has been done in class, we always do it together. and then she said that no she wants to win, implying that if she was with me she wouldn't win. I kinda felt a bit bad after this cause listen I know I'm dumb and shit and not smart but you didn't have to point it out in front of people. is that ok or am I overreacting???

[currently-sunny]

There's something about the beta Welcome Home that i think about constantly...

What if Sunny didn't want to get out but to stay?

I'll be rambling about this, lemme-

There we go!

Now...

Do you remember this illustration?

As much as i like the theory that Sunny wanted to escape the studio, what if... it was the opposite?

Let's think about a few other things first...

We all know that Sunny's traits were inherited to Wally once he dissapeared from the proyect, right? Like his liking for apples, how Barnaby went from being his best friend to being Wally's... and also the awareness of it all. The neighborhood was real, but not the 'real' they thought.

Sunny knew their world was fake, but! I don't think he wanted to escape it. He wanted to help the others understand, just like Wally want us to do in the current proyect...

Sunny was free, but the rest of them weren't. Maybe it was because he was a goody-two shoes, but personally, i like to think he tried mainly because of Frank; i imagine that he didn't want his crush to live in a lie, lol.

You know, like that well known versicle of the Bible that goes...

"The truth will set you free."

Sunny was in to help them all get their freedom. There was only one problem...

Wally.

I think Wally knew since the beginning that it was all a show; he was in charge of the Neighborhood and that everyone kept inside the line, mantaining their little land of make-believe. So, when Sunny began doing something about it, Wally went "That... might be a problem! @:]" and took the matter into his own hands, trying to push Sunny out of the Neighborhood (and the show) so he wouldn't sabotage the thing Wally worked so hard for mantaining.

Considering Clown's clever mind, i think the plot would have a whole lot more of symbolism and drama than my little retelling of the 'forgotten first draft'. Your guess is as good as mine, the story changed after all! But that doesn't mean i don't get to enjoy it as much as i enjoy the current!

Here. A small Sunny for the struggles!

[fredericolimablog]

"Naquele tempo eu ajuntarei vocês; naquele tempo os trarei para casa. Eu lhes darei honra e louvor entre todos os povos da terra, quando eu restaurar a sua sorte diante dos seus próprios olhos”, diz o SENHOR."

Sofonias 3:20

[wytchwyse]

Corpus Meum Ab Iniuria Defendas: Protction magic in the time of the tower.

The 6th Pentical of mars. 

"Figure 30.--The Sixth Pentacle of Mars.--It hath so great virtue that being armed therewith, if thou art attacked by any one, thou shalt neither be injured nor wounded when thou fightest with him, and his own weapons shall turn against him.

Editor's Note.--Around the eight points of the radii of the Pentacle are the words 'Elohim qeber, Elohim hath covered (or protected),' written in the Secret Alphabet of Malachim, or the writing of the Angels. The versicle is from Psalm xxxvii. 15:--'Their sword shall enter into their own heart, and their bow shall be broken.'"- The Key Of Solomon. 

Before I go on to give you this working, I want to preface with the fact that solomonic magic has been part of cunning and conjuring for a very long time. 

you will need: 

-Dragons Blood Ink ( I suggest making your own, or buying from etsy or reputed seller to ensure quality) ( A side note me and my partner agree mixing Dracaena cinnabari and  Draceane Draco make for a potent Dragon's Blood Ink) 

-RItually prepared Parchment or Vellum or Brown Paper 

-Ritually consecrated steel nib Dipping pen or other ritually prepared steel/Iron writing utensil. 

-Mars Incense *incense with red pepper is basically tear gas so burn this outside or in a very well ventilated room with windows open.. 

recipe 1- mix together Red Saunders (red sandalwood), frankincense, and red pepper. 

recipe 2- Dragon's Blood, frankincense, red pepper. 

recipe 3- Frankincense, stinging nettle, and black pepper. 

-Mars oil- Ginger, Basil, Black pepper. 

-charcoal briquette 

-censer 

Prepare your work space.  

Get yourself into the correct headspace for magic. 

You may cast a circle, or compass, or perform the LBRP ,whatever you do if you feel you must.   

lightly Anoint your hands with mars oil 

I like to read the Orphic Hymn to Mars when doing all mars work. ( you don't have to) you could also invoke Archangel Samael. Again not necessary. You can invoke any spirits, saints or gods of your tradition that have mars or war associations. If you wish. 

Draw or draw over the 6th pentacle of Mars with dragons blood ink. 

As you draw the seal, draw not only with your hands but charge the strokes of your pen with power. Seeing the pentacle burn with red light. 

Once the pentacle is drawn, add a little  mars incense to the censer. 

Hold the pentacle in the smoke, try not to be too close as not to get a face full of smoke. And recite psalm 37 ( you may recite it 9x as 9 is a number of mars in Numerology.) 

As you recite this, visualize all physical dangers failing to work on you, or missing you, or breaking etc. 

End this knowing “Their sword shall enter into their own heart, and their bow shall be broken.” 

Anoint seal with mars oil.  It is done, carry the pentacle with you unbent!

[subbyx]

15/10

I had some free time today since I didn't have to go work. Spent the morning at the gym very dedicated on working my body out for Master and also took a picture for Him, showing His initial right on my wrist, with a heart besides it. I feel like this is almost a tattoo already and I love it so much, I love reaffirming the fact that I belong to Him either through His words on my body or through His kisses inside of me. Soon I know my skin will be permanently marked with His claim on it and I wait anxiously for this moment...

So I decided to reread and save some of my favorite messages from Master, almost since our beginnings, since I unfortunately lost some of our conversations due to my own stupidity which is never being repeated again, our messages are too precious and special to ever lose them. Being able to just go and basically read and watch our memories, cherishing my love for Master, is more than beautiful. They're almost like my own versicles, words I look up to whenever I feel a little down or like missing Him. It's like He told me once, His words are my ultimate law and I'd always follow them, and I really and wholeheartedly do.

[bigassbowlingballhead]

Jon - chapter 2 versicle 5.

and don't you forget it.

you better get a tramp stamp of jon 2:05

[jbird-the-manwich]

Be overworked real magic into dungeons and dragons or coding? And how can I do this also

To tell you the truth I've never really had a good opportunity to participate in dungeons and dragons. I played a few times with my cousins as a tiny falsetto child, but maybe twice. I usually ended up dying horribly and then reading the manuals they had instead, far, far more stimulated by the illustrations of tight shit, which Ironically enough, I did end up manufacturing ersatz for use in my own workings purely out of convenience many years ago. Though, It would be a lot of fun, to steal away with a DMs favorite dice and conjure them to behave Erratically In My Favor (Or My Enemies Disfavor) Or learn to read dice and use numerological breakdown equations to attempt to read the dms next moves and plan your strategies accordingly.

The most pop-culture magic thing I've done was in my early twenties when I used some jupiter magic to petition a specific hour of jupiter for hunting shiney pokemon. It did seem like I found quite a few more, but in the end I ended up feeling kinda bad about it because depending how you view planetary magic you're basically asking a planetary intelligence older than humanity to perform a function you could provide for yourself just as easily with a romhack. (I was emulating). I may still end up making my besty a shiney charm for pokemon go, as it gives her joy, and I like to show my affection with gifts, but that I would work with blood, so arguably only my ancestors might give a shit and they ought to know by now I ain't got good sense so.... we'll see.

As far as programming a spell itself, that's a biiiiit of a long stretch by my magical model that I adhere to. I'm primarily an animist, so for me, the thing is, say I call or conjure a spirit to do a thing. Sometimes a whole mess of them.

If you're of a chaos magic bent you could *try* sigilizing something, as plaintext, and writing a very simple proglet to echo that text to the console endlessly, or based on a planetary hour, or select a versicle related to the purpose and echo that, or all of the above, or even a script to open and close a planetary seal in a window at certain hours, or an ASCII snip of a planetary glyph, but to my personal models, I could just as easily accomplish most of those things without electricity with rocks and sticks and bones and ink and materia, and efficiency of resource use, both physical and computational, is my guiding star.

*maybe* it could be useful, If you had a job interview, or impending incarceration, or a court date and wanted to know *something* was happening conceptually related to another pre-existing spell to feed it, but by my model of practice, this would still require off-code magic to make the spitting of characters to a console even remotely related to a spell intended to Do A Thing, and, Depending on how you view magic and transmission of intent you could hide stuff in the comments as a certain astrology app developer was said to do, but to my reasoning and practice, this is a waste of effort and a misunderstanding of a key element of what makes witchcraft distinct from other forms of magic - if a cute decor to your source code - as compilers don't include comments by default in any finished binary. Using an interpretive language would keep the comments intact with the instructions but they would still be stripped prior to VM code and thus excluded from execution.

You could, in theory, store a spoken spell as a string variable hardcoded in the binary and then call that variable to instantiate the spell in memory, perform some transformation against it so the compiler won't optimize away the "unused" string variable, and then do something with the transformation, say, walk the string a character at a time, summing their ordinal values, and printing the result every X milliseconds and immediately clearing the screen so the entire process is invisible outside a debugger, but this is an experiment I have not performed. Yes I accidentally just invented ascii sigils just now oh my god the disc horse I can hear the hoofbeast what have I done what have I done whyyy?!?!?!? WHY GODS?!?!

ohkay I've accepted it. *ahem*

It really all depends on how you use and view magic and your creative limits in regards to brainstorming how you might incorporate technology.

For my own uses, about the best purpose I could find for my programming bent in relation to magic was in the production of my digital grimoire I wrote to prepare print-pretty HTML output of spells I input as a write them for inclusion into my solid, meatspace grimoire, and offline use on any device with a web browser:

the output + indexing feature of which is complete, and is a very handy means of auto-calligraphing a spell onto paper via Thee Most Sacrede Inkjete Printinge Daimon Of Artaeaea, and it's lacking only the finishing of the plaintext console version that can run with no browser. It runs fine under LINKS2 on dos but that browser runs for shit on the newest handheld I own (I suspect a bug in the dos emulations network layer spamming the error console as the device has no network hardware, but have not poked around enough to determine if that's why yet)

The current revision even supports theming, formula storage, windows and linux, and supports a different theme for each section, with support for CSS themes, for which a proof of concept of layering and animation support is functional, for basically no good reason than I was high on eweed and was like 'hehe what if nyancat":

I'm also currently working on retroprogramming an enumerator program to derive, accurately to occult theory, based on the qualities of arbitrary objects, correct planetary rulerships based on the doctrine of signatures and associated texts, but so far only the plant function is feature complete. The program itself isn't complete yet, and will support at least color theming:

The photo is a very early prototype, and while I got stoned one week and wrote 90% of the functions when our internet shat out and I finally had 0 distractions from the task, I haven't fucked with it further yet. The current prototype runs under DOS emulation so I can run it on anything modern, including phones and handheld gaming devices. I may end up rolling all the pieces and parts into one program that can do the whole witchy business, possibly with a very simple natural language core shell I might call AGATHA in honor of ELIZA, the ancient ai experiment intended to simulate a conversation with a therapist. All of these are essentially iterations of the first whole program I ever wrote intended to store occult information. I called it arcana and it was lisa frank colors. I'll post a photo sometime.

i'm playing with the idea of learning enough lua to produce a more adorable version for Pico-8 or a FOSS work-alike for the planetary enumerator, but have not began this yet.

There are a few other features it needs to be generally considered a digital witchcraft assistant system, but ONE DAY.

I intend to release it all eventually, maybe on itch.io or something. Freebie wise, I'm also working on a set of scripts for AI to give them the same capabilities, but so far only bard can run it. My own model and method of Doing Pointy Hat Things relegates computers to reference tools, more or less, and not active participants, but, I mean whos to say you couldn't build a servitor as a text object on a flash drive or something? Experiment, chase results, lean into what seems like it works a little, until you have something that works flawlessly. Stepwise Refinement and all.

anyway thank you for the ask! it was a fun write-up.

[weshallc]

Bern's Night

Chapter Two: The Bonnie Lad That's Far Awa"

“His Face With Smile Eternal Drest, Just Like The Landlord’s To His Guest’s, High As They Hang With Creaking Din, To Index Out The Country Inn.” Versicles On Sign-Posts by Robert Burns 1788.

"The Needle Returns to the Start of the Song, And We All Sing Along as Before." Nothing Ever Happens, Del Amitri 1989.

January 2020.

Fred Buckle clambered up from the cellar of the Crown Inn and perched his ample posterior on a bar stool, wiping his forehead with an old bar towel he used when helping Paddy exchange the old barrels for new. Violet tutted as she placed a sausage sandwich and a mug of tea on the bar in front of him.

“Sure you don’t want one, Paddy.”

“No, I am fine Vi, just a cuppa, cheers. I had breakfast with Bernie before she went on her rounds.”

“I will have another one, Violet.”

“I am sure you won’t, Reggie. You scoffed that back like there was no tomorrow. Doesn’t your uncle feed you?”

No one replied to this as everyone knew Violet fed them both, if not at the Crown, at either her home or Fred’s.

To spare Violet’s blushes, Fred began. “I have a little beauty brewing. Be just right for Burns Night, Doc.”

“Burns Night?” questioned Vi.

“Yep, soon comes around after Christmas, Vi. Be Valentines before we know it.”

He winked, and Vi wiped a cloth under Paddy’s mug and straightened the bar towel.

“Fred, I don’t think so, not this year, anyway.” Paddy added, trying not to look at Val, who was checking the mixer fridge with visibly shaking shoulders.

“But we always do a Burns Night. It’s tradition,” protested Fred.

“No, we haven’t done one for the last couple of years, Fred, not since Wilf took poorly.” Vi had regained her composure.

“Well, it’s about time we did again.” Fred was like a dog with a bone, or in this case, a sausage.

Val, also more composed now, looked at Vi, who was in turn looking at Paddy. Tim, who had been trying to clean all the chalk marks off the dart scoreboard under Evie’s instruction, looked at his mentor and they both moved closer to the bar.

“Look, I know, Bernie. She won’t be upset because her dad’s not here to do the twiddly bits. She wouldn’t still be in Poplar if she was worried about being reminded of her dad.”

“Always wondered why she was still in Poplar.” Tim smirked and Evie frowned at him deciding it was time to enlighten everyone.

“The reason we haven’t had a Burns Night since Reverend Wilf died is because we have no one to Address the Haggis.”

“Well, Mr T could do it,” Reggie chirped in as Paddy went pale.

“Yeah, you’ll like that boss,” Val added, “any excuse to slope off and leave me on my tod behind the bar. I presume birthday girl Lorraine Kelly Mannion  won’t be working either.”

Evie and Vi sighed in unison. “What?” said Val.

Paddy turned to her, but before he could speak, Val interrupted. “Don’t tell me you are scared of haggis, as well as alpacas.”

Tim, Reggie and a lurking Jack found this highly amusing, but Evie had had enough.

“No, it’s not that, it really should be a Scot that addresses the haggis. Otherwise it’s just not going to sound right, a bit like, well like when Captain Kirk sang Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds.”

“Isn’t that your ringtone, Tim?” Jack smirked. Tim ignored him, as per se.

“Weezer doing Africa,” Val was beginning to understand.

“Miley Cyrus doing Nirvana,” Tim added, still ignoring Jack.

“But, Bernie is Scottish!” added Reggie optimistically .

“Yes, but it’s traditionally a man,” Vi said nervously.

“Oh, well, heaven forbid we bring Poplar into the 21st century,” Val cried. “How do you know all this anyway, you two?”

“We have been doing this for years. Wilf was a member of the Burns Society. Val, you were there at the last one we had. Must have been?” Violet explained.

“Oh, I was there alright, working behind the bar. Sorry if I didn’t have time to memorize ancient Scottish protocol while fighting off the thirsty English hoards.”

“Can we all just calm down?” Paddy sounded exasperated, and it wasn’t even ten o’clock. “Look, I appreciate while Wilf was alive, and in Evie’s time we celebrated Burns Night.” He continued, a little firmer. “Me and Mazz tried to keep it going as long as Wilf was around, but he is gone. Let’s be honest, Wilf arranged everything. Even the piper was his mate from Kelso. Do you have his number Evie? I know I don’t.” The ex-landlady shook her head. “Come on, let’s admit it, we are just pissing in the wind.”

“Dad.”

“But it’s for Bernie. You do know it’s also her birthday?” Val said sulkily.

“Yes. I do know, and if I know Bernie, she would rather just go to the pictures and a Parmo, then all this fuss.”

“Would she really?” grumbled Val.

“Dad.”

“I do know how to prepare a good Burns supper, never had any complaints in all the years.” Vi sounded defeated.

“I brewed some ale specially.” Fred’s tone was flat in a way his beer never was.

“Dad.”

“Paddy is right. Burns Night was Wilf’s night and gave him a chance to show off without having to stand behind a pulpit.” Evie reminisced. “For one night only, he could be Wilf Mannion in a kilt and not Poplar’s vicar in a dog collar. If we can’t do it properly, we shouldn’t do it at all.” Evie nodded toward Paddy.

Thank you, he mouthed in return.

“Dad.”

“Does anyone else think we are overthinking this?” Val never took no for an answer.

“Yes.” Reggie cried.

“Basically, all we need is someone who is Scottish. I mean, if I have to hike up to the Borders myself and toss one over my shoulder and bring em back, I will,” Val quipped.

“Dad.”

“Not now, Tim.”

“But Dad.”

“Not now, Tim.”

“Do they have to be 100% Scottish?” Tim asked, facing Vi and Evie, who seemed to be the authority on this.

They looked at each other, but Val stepped in. “I don’t know Tim. I will just look at the rule book. Oh, look at that there isn’t one.”

“I think we would settle for a left bollock’s worth right now,” muttered a despondent Fred.

“Fred, there is no need to be vulgar! Reggie don’t listen to him.” Vi reprimanded.

“I could do it then,” said Tim.

“You have a Scottish bollock, Turner. Does Lucy know?”

“Jack Smith!” Scalded Violet as Reggie chuckled.

“No, Smithy, but my Gran was Scottish.” Tim blushed from the neck up as is the way of teenage boys when the whole room is looking at them.

“Your gran, so Marianne’s mother,” Evie enquired.

“No, Dad’s mam.”

All eyes moved towards Paddy, who seemed to lose as much colour as Tim had gained.

“OK, so I don’t think we are going to get any further today. We open in five. Everyone back to work.”

[rinaizumo]

Did you know that “Mysterious boy” of 7 stories actually has a name? Me neither. XD 

But my friends told me that he indeed has one.

His name is ‘Preces’ (as in Christian liturgical worship, preces are short petitions that are said or sung as versicles and responses by the officiant and congregation respectively. It is one of the oldest forms of prayer, rooted in the pre-Christian Hebrew prayers of the Psalms used in Temple worship). So, basically he’s ‘a prayer for something’. It goes well with the fact that he had actually made Sukuna’s wish come true.

Anyway if you’re into K, outside of writing a letter to Santa you can try asking Preces for some holiday miracle. ;)  Made as a joke, but well... Who wouldn’t want a miracle these days?

[talonabraxas]

"A Gift For Danu" by @tombagshaw

Mythology Eriu, though it should reach a road-end, Banba, Fotla, and Fea, Neman of ingenious versicles, Danann, mother of the gods. -Lebor Gabála Érenn

Danu did not appear in Celtic or Irish myths, and was known only through the name Tuatha Dé Danann, or “Children of the goddess Danu.” She was described as the mother of the gods in the Lebor Gabála Érenn, though this was her sole appearance in medieval Irish literature. Despite the lack of available information, scholars have nevertheless attempted to derive some sense of the goddess' being.

[dongiovannaswife]

Brief thought about my self ship with Knives (or as I've started to call him, Cuchillos) I haven't been able to push aside:

Thinking about how we seen him wearing white and looking like an angel absolutely (it probably has to do with other plots in the manga) and then, thinking back to my own aesthetic or style... I'm always wearing black, mixing textures, but always black and how that fact would make us look absolutely different.

And I mean, the rest of my f/o's would also have that contrast with me when it comes to style, but it's about his views and beliefs.

Maybe he'd think of me as some sort of temptation, the kind that would challenge his god condition complex (like that one versicle of the bible, get it?) I still don't know how to explain but I hope it makes sense 😅