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[psyoniks]

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[blissfullyblindbuffoon]

Welcome to Blithe the Blissfully Blind Bafoon's blog (the guy getting backhanded is Chris Crowley, but we'll get to him later ;)! This is a side blog to update you on the many mini adventures involving the compilation of characters in Blithe's company. These characters were originally meant for a slice-of-life webcomic, but I wanted to share the shenanigans while we wait for that fever dream. Enjoy random concepts, drawings, character interactions, incorrect quotes, draw-the-squads, character designs, and especially info dumps! Feel free to ask my characters anything or sit back and soak in the chaos.

Most if not all of my characters are still in development, so questions are always appreciated to help me really design every detail. Information is likely to change and improve as I continue to learn and discover new things about characters, so don't be too confused if updates contradict previously established facts. I enjoy being as accurate as possible and would love critiques or inconsistencies/inaccuracies brought to my attention.

Master character list from most developed and flushed out to least. No joke, a lot of these titles I'm coming up with on the spot so, like everything else, they are subject to change.

Blithe: The Blissfully Blind Buffoon court jester of castle Corvidae.

Beast: Blithe's beautiful big black Barghest and best bud.

Prince Chris Cowley: Youngest Prince of Corvidea and Blithe's best friend.

Ed: Chris's close friend and loyal page boy. A tribute character to Don Quixote, The Man of La Mancha

Mia: The Magically Mute Mime and Blithe's childhood best friend and former co-performer in the Hide and Seek Circus. A tribute character to Tinker Bell.

Kalandria AKA Lady Literally (as known by Blithe): Castle Coridae's resident poet. Chaos and Calamity's Creation. Possesses unknown and, for the most part, unaddressed magical abilities connected with wordplay. Paronomasia Powers, if you will.

Leah Withab (pronounced with-a-bee): Ranger of the northern kingdom. Protector of the Northern Princess, undercover lady-in-waiting, current castle servant, and friend(?). What can I say? She wears a lot of hats.

Prince Corvus Crowley: Crown Prince of Corvidae.

(Name TBD) Ringmaster: The brilliant brave bearded woman behind the Hide and Seek Cricus, Blithe's former boss and friend. A tribute character to the Sikhs.

Northern Prince (Name TBD): ... yeah, still working on him, lol. Leah's best friend, I guess.

Northern Princess (Name TBD): ... not much here either other than Leah's charge.

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COSMIC - S1:E1; Chapter One, The Vanishing of Will Byers - [Pt. 1]

A Will Byers x Male!Reader Series

𝘖𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘢 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥'𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘏𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘢 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥.

𝐍𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟔𝐓𝐇, 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟑

𝐇𝐀𝐖𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐒, 𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐀

𝐇𝐀𝐖𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐋𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐔.𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐘

The night is quiet, as it always has been in this small corner of Indiana, and yet this night is unlike any other. The halls were especially bare, occupied only by the melody of the generator humming as it struggled to pump light throughout the twisted maze of halls. That was, until...

BAM

The steel door rips open, colliding fast and hard with the walls withab fantastic thud. Swallowing all remaining silence along with it, was the cry of alarms that flood the hallway as he runs for his life. The man finds himself at the elevator, furiously slamming his hand against the elevator button hoping just maybe it might make the elevator come faster. As he does so, the man continues to look over his shoulder in a panic.

He knows its after him.

BOOM

He knows its close.

The man is thrilled to hear the soft ding of the elevator signaling it's arrival. Before the doors are even opened all the way the man quickly ducks through and proceeds to frantically hit the UP button inside the elevator.

The doors begin to close.

For a second he believes he just might make it. But that doesn't completely cast away the fear as he can't seem to take his eyes off of the eerie hallway, expecting it's arrival. The man attempts to calm his breathing. His hopes of escaping are growing stronger as things quiet down.

That's when he hears it.

That... Thing.

It takes every remaining ounce of courage for the man to slowly look up, but on some level, he already knows he is done for.

A low growl is heard above him followed by an unusual yet terrifying squeak.

The man's screams were cut off with the shut of the doors as he is yanked up towards the ceiling of the elevator. The man is no more.

|| 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕 ||

It's quiet. The faint sound of sprinklers outside can be heard as we wait for Mike to continue. We are all on the edge of our seats. It's already hard enough they still can't find proper seating for me since I officially joined the party, so, for now, I'm wedged between my best friend Will and my brother Dustin.

"Something is coming. Something hungry for blood," Mike says, his voice barely above a whisper. "A shadow grows on the wall behind you, swallowing you in darkness."

Subconsciously we all slowly lean in waiting for whatever happens next.

"It is almost here."

"What is it?" Will asks suddenly, no longer capable of containing his curiosity.

This time it's Dustin who cuts in, "What if it's the Demogorgon?"

I take a deep breath in suspense. Out of the corner of my eye, Will practically throws himself back in his seat.

"Oh, Jesus, we're so screwed if it's the Demogorgon." Dustin rambles on.

Lucas speaks up, "It's not the Demogorgon." He sounds very sure of himself which gives me more confidence.

We all jump a little in our seats when Mike slams one of the game pieces down in front of us suddenly as he shouts "An army of troglodytes charge into the chamber!"

I sigh in great relief as Lucas gives a very smug and quite frankly, sassy look to Dustin as he props his elbow on the back of his chair which earns a soft chuckle from me.

"Troglodytes?" Dustin asks in disbelief.

"Told ya," I roll my eyes at Lucas despite the smile that grows on my face.

Everyone shares a good laugh, all of us relieved when my eyes meet Will's and we share a smile and a shake of the head as if silently saying 'I can't believe we were so worried for nothing'.

Simultaneously all of our smiles melt away when Mike starts looking around as he says "Wait a minute. Did you hear that?"

"That...That sound," he says softly.

"Boom... Boom," his voice is getting slightly louder with each 'boom'. We all stare at Mike expectantly, hanging on to his every word.

"BOOM!" Mike is shouting at this point as he slams his hands against the wooden surface making the table as well as all of us jump.

I always get too into these games, I realize. My heart is racing as adrenaline courses through my veins. I look over and it seems when I jumped I grabbed on to the nearest thing next to me which happened to be Will's arm. Sheepishly, I retract my hand and look back at Mike in anticipation.

"That didn't come from the troglodytes. No, that... That came from something else." Mike continues.

We all look around at each other as we wait for Mike.

In an instant, Mike slams down the next figure on the board and exclaims, "The Demogorgon!"

'Yep. We're screwed.'

The silence is replaced with all of our defeated groans. Dustin sighs and says, "We're in deep shit."

Mike suddenly says, "Will, your action!"

"I don't know!" Will sounded desperate.

We're all on edge, but the boys are completely panicking.

"Fireball him!" Lucas shouts.

"I'd have to roll a 13 or higher!"

"Too risky." Dustin cuts in. "Cast a protection spell!"

Lucas turns to Will and says "Don't be a pussy," I roll my eyes. "Fireball him!"

At this point, Lucas and Dustin are just yelling at each other.

"Cast protection."

Our attention is quickly brought back to Mike when he shouts, "The Demogorgon is tired of your silly human bickering! It stomps towards you."

"BOOM!"

"FIREBALL HIM!"

"Another stomp. BOOM."

"Cast. Protection."

"He roars in anger!"

At this point, everyone is yelling over one another; it's utter chaos, and finally I snap.

"Oh, come on, I'M tired of your silly human bickering, just let the boy roll!" It's hard to be heard over all the yelling but, by some miracle,, they manage to hear me and it's quiet for a split second as Will gets a chance to speak.

"And, FIREBALL!" He throws the dice on the table out of excitement and they go flying onto the floor.

"Oh shit!"

We all jump to our feet, scrambling to find the dice in anticipation.

"Where'd it go?" Lucas asks. "Where is it?"

Will almost sounded defensive, "I don't know!"

"Is it a 13?"

"How are we supposed to know if we haven't found the dice yet, Dustin?" I retort.

"Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God!" Dustin chants as he paces back and forth. I roll my eyes as I continue to search on my hands and knees.

"Mike," It was Mrs. Wheeler.

"Mom we're in the middle of a campaign!" Mike exclaims.

"You mean the end? Fifteen after."

Mike sighs, exasperated and runs up the stairs.

I hear Lucas accuse Will. "Oh, my God! Freaking Idiot!"

"Lucas," I ease. "come on, it's not his fault. We were all caught up in the game. Let's just focus on- OH! Found 'em!"

I jump to my feet, pointing down at the D-20 for my friends to see and not wanting to tamper with the roll. The boys come running over and practically trampled me in the process.

"Shit, it's a seven." We all groan in frustration, especially Will.

"Does a seven count?" Will asked hopefully.

"Did Mike see it?" Lucas counters.

"Well, no."

"Then it doesn't count."

I sigh, beginning to pack up my bags and tidy up my mess knowing it was time to leave. The others do the same.

"Why do we have to leave?" Will asks sadly as we head up the stairs. "It was just getting good,"

"I know," I swing my arm off his shoulder dramatically with a sigh as we head up the basement stairs and for the garage door. "I know. But hey, just think how awesome the next one will be, eh?" I tease trying to get my best friend to smile.

|| 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕 ||

Y/n has always been so good at cheering people up, I have no idea how he does it.

"Hey, guys. I'm sorry we had to end it so soon." Y/n and I turn around looking at Mike.

"No sweat, Mikey." Y/n shrugs, with a smile.

I love that smile. Suddenly his arm leaves my shoulder, and I frown a little.

I sigh inwardly, I've had such a bad crush on Y/n since he and Dustin moved here in the 4th grade. He has no idea... I hope. I always admired him from afar, that is until he finally convinced Dustin to let him into the party. We were all glad to have him, Dustin can be a little overprotective is all. I'm not sure about Dustin, but as for Mike and Lucas, they know I like him. Those guys can read me like a book, and once they caught on there was no convincing them otherwise.

I'm really lucky to have them as friends. They've never made me feel bad for who I am.

"Hey, Mike? Where is Dustin?" Y/n asks.

That's a good point, I realize. He was right behind us but he hasn't come outside yet.

"I think he went upstairs to give the leftovers to Nancy."

"Oh okay. I'll just wait here then. Uh oh, your plant is dying" Y/n said suddenly, kneeling down by the withering plant by the patio.

"Yeah, that's my mom's tomato plant. That thing is hopeless. She basically gave up on it."

"Well, I might be able to help," he said thoughtfully, beginning to scan the garage. "Where do you keep your gardening- Oh, never mind!"

He quickly runs over to the shelves, retrieving some old packets and ran back over to the plant, kneeling beside it.

You can always tell when he is concentrating; he always does this cute thing where he furrows his brow and chews his lip. My stomach does a little flip when i realize I was staring again and I quickly refocus my attention on my vest zipper. I still manage to see Y/n fiddling with the the packet tonget it open, finally sprinkling the contents into the dirt before mixing it in with his finger. All the while, he mutters words of encouragement towards it. I remember him telling me one day about a study conducted on plants and how it was proved that they respond well to positive feedback, and the memory makes me smile. He was so fascinated by it; it was hard not to be as excited about it as he was when he told us about it.

Y/n stands up, brushing himself off and smiles at Mike and then me.

I kinda froze, not in panic but in awe. He just radiates warmth, and positivity effortlessly.

"What?" He chuckles as he smiles at me.

I shake my head in embarrassment and look away, zipping up my vest and getting on my bike.

Lucas just rolls his eyes at my behavior. He's always telling me to just go for it but it's not that easy. I think he's tired of my bashfulness but still understands why I'm scared.

We all look to the door when we hear it slam. It's Dustin.

"There's something wrong with your sister." He grumbles.

"What are you talking about?"

"She's got a stick up her butt."

"Yeah," Lucas joins in. "It's because she's been dating that douche bag, Steve Harrington."

"Yeah, she's turning into a real jerk."

"She's always been a real jerk!" Mike interrupts.

"Nuh-uh. She used to be cool, like the time she dressed up as an elf for our elder tree campaign." With that, Dustin headed off on his bike, followed by Y/n but not before sending me a smile and thanking Mike.

"It was a seven," I tell him, thinking back on the campaign.

"Huh?"

"The roll, it was a seven. The Demogorgon, it got me."

Mike seems a bit shocked at my truthfulness, but ultimately shrugs it off, nodding. I nod back.

"See you later!" I say as I start peddling away.

I catch up just in time to see Lucas bid his goodbyes.

"Good night, ladies!" He chimes.

"Kiss your mom 'night for me," Dustin calls before looking over at me.

"Race you back to my place? Winner gets a comic?"

Before I can respond Y/n speaks up, "and am I included this time, like at all?"

"Course not," he says nonchalantly. I shake my head, feeling kinda bad for him, but I know it's just sibling banter.

"Well then," he scoffs. "Don't be surprised if your bike tires mysteriously deflate one day, Dustin. There's all kinds of weirdos out here,"

I laugh, and Dustin just ignores him.

"Any comic?" I ask.

"Yeah!" As we are about to start we both look back when we hear Y/n frantically yelling, "Shit! DUSTIN HELP!"

I look back to see him winking at me with a smile on his face. Automatically realizing what he is up to, I booked it.

Fortunately for me, Dustin wasn't so quick. I could hear his frantic cries, "Jesus, Y/n what's wrong-? HEY, WHAT THE HELL?!"

There it is. Although, I was already far ahead.

"DAMMIT Y/N, IF I LOSE YOU OWE ME A COMIC BOOK!"

I can hear Y/n's laughter from here and it makes me smile. As the laughter grows more and more distant, I hear "GO WILL, GO!"

Somehow my smile gets bigger, and my legs go faster.

"Hey! Hey! Get back here! I'm gonna kill you! BOTH of you!"

"I'll take your X-Men 134!" I shout as I pass his house and take the shortcut to my own.

As I slow down my mind starts to wonder; It wanders to the campaign today. It wanders to how Y/n helped me win the race and my new comic book just moments ago. It wanders to Y/n grabbing my arm during the campaign and how I don't think I've ever blushed that hard... My mind wanders to Y/n.

Sometimes I really hate how much I like him. How I can't get him out of my head. He just has always been such a good friend to me and I just don't get how someone can be so nice, and thoughtful and-

My thoughts are cut short when I notice my bike light flickering. I look down at it in confusion. Just then it comes back on. I look back at the road and I see a disturbingly tall, ominous figure staring me down. My heart practically stops in the figure's wake.

My body reacted before my mind could; I yanked my bike right and as I cruise down the ditch, my bike topples over and I'm sent to the muddy ground. It takes me a second to gather my senses as I warily pick myself up and try and get a glimpse of what I just saw. My heart starts racing faster as I hear an alarming and indistinct growling. I'm whimpering at this point but I don't care. I ditch my bike without a second thought and book it as fast as I can in the direction of my house.

I'm sniveling and panting as I make it through the fog that covers the road in front of my house. I make it on to the porch, throw open the door, and slam it shut just as fast. My fingers fumble to secure every single lock on the door and for the first time in my life I wonder why we don't have more. All the while, Chester is barking like crazy.

"Mom?" I'm running through the house looking in every room for any sign of my mom or Jonathan.

"Jonathan? Mom?"

'Crap they must be working. Crap! No No No!'

I run back into the living room and throw the blinds over my head, wincing as it hit the back of my head. But I waste no time in cupping my hands up against the glass to get a better look at the yard to see if I can spot the figure.

My stomach drops what feels like ten stories.

I can see it in the distance right between the sheets that were hung out to dry.

It's just standing there. Menacingly. (a/n: If you understood that reference, and actually thought it was funny let's be friends please 😂)

It starts stomping towards the house.

I gasp and start running for the phone.

I hastily pick the phone up from the mount and my fingers are shaking as I try and dial 911 as fast as possible.

I can hear it ringing. I can hear the click as if someone picked up. I waste no time, "Hello? HELLO?!"

All I can hear over the phone now is static, and then a disturbing, yet familiar screech-like growl. Chester's barking is getting louder and more frequent indicating that It's right outside. I slowly peer around the corner to look at the glass window on the door and I can barely make out the menacing shadowy figuring looming outside the door. I can hear it growling from outside.

Chester's barks quickly turn into whimpers as he backs away towards me.

Then the unthinkable happens.

The chain lock on the inside of the door starts unlocking itself.

'Shit!'

At this point, I realize I'm never going to be able to outrun it so I'm going to have to at least try to defend myself. I remember the gun we keep in the shed out back and make a run for it, not even bothering to hang up the phone. I nearly trip on my own feet as I run for the shed. I make it inside and slam the shed door behind me in the process. I quickly but carefully take the gun off the wall and set it on the shelf as I scramble for the ammo. My fingers are still trembling as I fumble to put the bullets in the magazine.

Once I finally get the magazine in, I pick up the gun and aim it at the shed door waiting. It seems as though I can't even keep the gun steady since my entire body is completely tremoring, even my unsteady breaths.

It has to be close by now.

As if on cue I hear the deep growling that I've already heard twice tonight and for a couple of moments I think it's outside. But then I realize why it sounds so close.

It's in the shed with me.

It's behind me.

The fear is nearing paralyzing, but I still manage to command my body to turn around to get a look at this relentless monster. When I see it I just stand there in utter disbelief, the gun slowly and subconsciously lowering to my side in shock. I'm completely frozen in place as I stare at the beast in front of me. The hanging light bulb above me glows intensively brighter with every passing second. The last thing I see before I'm cloaked in pure white light and an unbearable chill is the monster's long arm reaching out for me.

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Tafsir Ibn Kathir: Surah An-Nisa Ayah 163-165

In the Name of Allah, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful.

4:163 Verily, We have sent the revelation to you as We sent the revelation to Nuh and the Prophets after him;

We (also) sent the revelation to Ibrahim, Ismail, Ishaq, Yaqub, and Al-Asbat, (the offspring of the twelve sons of Yaqub) `Isa, Ayub, Yunus, Harun, and Suleiman;

and to Dawud We gave the Zabur.

4:164 And Messengers We have mentioned to you before, and Messengers We have not mentioned to you, and to Musa Allah spoke directly.

4:165 Messengers as bearers of good news and warning, in order that mankind should have no plea against Allah after the (coming of) Messengers.

And Allah is Ever All-Powerful, All-Wise.

Revelation Came to Prophet Muhammad , Just as it Came to the Prophets Before Him

Muhammad bin Ishaq narrated that Muhammad bin Abi Muhammad said that Ikrimah, or Sa`id bin Jubayr, related to Ibn Abbas that he said,

"Sukayn and Adi bin Zayd said, `O Muhammad! We do not know that Allah sent down anything to any human after Musa.'

ِAllah sent down a rebuttal of their statement Verily, We have inspired(you (O Muhammad) as We inspired Nuh and the Prophets after him).''

Allah states that He sent down revelation to His servant and Messenger Muhammad just as He sent down revelation to previous Prophets.

Allah said,

Verily, We have sent the revelation to you as We sent the revelation to Nuh and the Prophets after him; We (also) sent the revelation to Ibrahim, Ismail, Ishaq, Yaqub, and Al-Asbat, (the offspring of the twelve sons of Yaqub) `Isa, Ayub, Yunus, Harun, and Suleiman; and to Dawud We gave the Zabur. The Zabur (Psalms) is the name of the Book revealed to Prophet Dawud, peace be upon him.

Twenty-Five Prophets Are Mentioned in the Qur'an

Allah said,

And Messengers We have mentioned to you before, and Messengers We have not mentioned to you.

Before the revelation of this Ayah. The following are the names of the Prophets whom Allah named in the Qur'an. They are:

Adam,

Idris,

Nuh (Noah),

Hud,

Salih,

Ibrahim (Abraham),

Lut,

Ismail (Ishmael),

Ishaq (Isaac),

Yaqub (Jacob),

Yusuf (Joseph),

Ayub (Job),

Shu`ayb,

Musa (Moses),

Harun (Aaron),

Yunus (Jonah),

Dawud (David),

Suleiman (Solomon),

Ilyas (Elias),

Al-Yasa (Elisha),

Zakariyya (Zachariya),

Yahya (John) and

Isa (Jesus), and their leader,

Muhammad.

Several scholars of Tafsir also listed Dhul-Kifl among the Prophets.

Allah's statement,

and Messengers We have not mentioned to you,

means, `there are other Prophets whom We did not mention to you in the Qur'an.'

The Virtue of Musa

Allah said,

and to Musa Allah spoke directly.

This is an honor to Musa, and this is why he is called the Kalim, he whom Allah spoke to directly.

Al-Hafiz Abu Bakr bin Marduwyah recorded that Abdul- Jabbar bin Abdullah said,

"A man came to Abu Bakr bin Ayyash and said,:)heard a man recite (this Ayah this way ''.and to Allah, Musa spoke directly"

Abu Bakr said, `Only a disbeliever would recite it like this.'

Al-A`mash recited it with Yahya bin Withab, who recited it with Abu Abdur-Rahman As-Sulami who recited it with Ali bin Abi Talib who recited with the Messenger of Allah, 􏰁ً􏰠􏰐ِ􏰆ْ􏰌َ􏰍 􏰽ََوآَ􏰆􏰀 َ􏰅 ا􏰋􏰆ّ ُ􏰊 􏰄ُ􏰗س (and to Musa Allah spoke directly).'''

Abu Bakr bin Abi Ayyash was so angry with the man who recited the Ayah differently, because he altered its words and meanings. That person was from the group of Mutazilah who denied that Allah spoke to Musa or that He speaks to any of His creation.

We were told that some of the Mutazilah once recited the Ayah that way, so one teacher present said to him,

"O son of a stinking woman! What would you do concerning Allah's statement,

And when Musa came at the time and place appointed by Us, and his Lord spoke to him. '')7:143(

The Sheikh meant that the later Ayah cannot be altered or changed.

The Reason Behind Sending the Prophets is to Establish the Proof

Allah said,

Messengers as bearers of good news as well as of warning,

meaning, the Prophets bring good news to those who obey Allah and practice the good things that please Him. They also warn against His punishment and torment for those who defy His commandments.

Allah said next,

in order that mankind should have no plea against Allah after the Messengers. And Allah is Ever All-Powerful, All- Wise.

Allah sent down His Books and sent His Messengers with good news and warnings. He explained what He likes and is pleased with and what He dislikes and is displeased with. This way, no one will have an excuse with Allah.

Allah said in other Ayat,

And if We had destroyed them with a torment before this, they would surely have said: "Our Lord! If only You had sent us a Messenger, we should certainly have followed Your Ayat, before we were humiliated and disgraced.'' (20:134)

And if (We had) not (sent you to the people of Makkah) in case a calamity should seize them for (the deeds) that their hands have sent forth. )28:47(

It is recorded in the Two Sahihs that Ibn Mas`ud said that the Messenger of Allah said,

No one is more jealous than Allah. This is why He prohibited all types of sin committed in public or secret.

No one likes praise more than Allah, and this is why He has praised Himself.

No one likes to give excuse more than Allah, and this is why He sent the Prophets as bearers of good news and as warners.

In another narration, the Prophet said,

And this is why He sent His Messengers and revealed His Books.

[forthereaderinserts]

Jugo: My name is Jugo withaB and ive been afraid of insects my entire life-

You: Stop stop stop. Where

Jugo: Hm?

You: Wheres the b?

Jugo: tHERES A BEE???

[martyhutton]

#home #withabeer #andmydog #pbr (at New Northumbria) https://www.instagram.com/p/BolHTgsAmnm/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1uv56efwwvmgr

[lahuesudatacos]

Join us this Saturday for Cinco De Mayo @laaleworks. We will be serving El Gud Morning. #lahuesudatacos #tacos #tacoporn #tacotuesday #outaneggonit #sunnysideup #eggmakeseverythingbetter #smalleggs #elgudmorning #brunch #withabeer #craftbeer #aleworks #hawthorne #cincodemayo #mexico #battleofpuebla #culture #cultura #pinata

[centerforcreativework]

BBQ brisket and fried okra. #southernasitgets #smokeandfry #withabeer (at Heights Area)

[psyoniks]

Mykell Withab(yes from the vine)

Mage of blood

[GB] ghastlyBeekeeper

Derse

6.4 Sweeps(14 years)

Lusus - whatever the fuck you'd call an anteater

Mykell is a very quiet, anxious troll, having trouble focusing on anything that isn't his own safety or the safety of others, which makes it difficult for him to relax or have any sort of fun. He might be the slightest bit paranoid but he really just wants to be safe.

He isn't a troll who's very social and prefers to keep to himself. Mykell doesn't speak much in general unless he's with someone he trusts(i.e. Serria).

He's usually tired from his job, he's a handyman for his apartment complex. Even though he's 14 and kinda sucks at his job by destroying shit. Mykell once flooded a floor because he forgot to turn off a water valve. And has broken many, many windows. On accident, which comes out of his paycheck.

If he spots any sort of bug, he will cry. He hates bugs because bugs are scary and he's valid. Serria gifted him her Troll Miraculous thingy(never seen the show so idk what its called) to help him be less scared of ladybugs. Best moirails ever.

When he's with Serria, Mykell feels like he actually has some confidence, even if their around other trolls. He's working on gaining confidence even when Serria isn't around.

[incorrect-septiscape-quotes]

Henrik: okay welcome to school what's your name? 

Omi: ITS[OMITTED]WITHAB,AND- 

Henrik: hold up... where is it? 

Omi: WHERE’SWHAT? 

Henrik: where's the b at? 

Omi: THERE'SABEE?!

((From embarrased buttercup on the discord))

[drwatrugudat]

#wealth #watrugudat #worldwide #withabs #wealthondeck #arms24plus #allblackeverything #augmentum #billionaire #beautiful #bodybuilding #billionairesedition #bethebestyou #blackoutbehavior #consistency #celebstat #concentratedcarbon #dobetter #domore #doday #doyourwork #doyou #doitagain #Drwatrugudat #empowerment #gomad #moor #moormajesty #moneyandmuscle #IEATDABEAST https://www.instagram.com/p/zF8lFNJz-A/?igshid=12fnzztib60nd

[bmoredubz]

She holds me down both figuratively and literally. I lub her lol #YesISaidLub #WithAB #AsInBoy #Lol (at Pembroke Pines, Florida)

[psyoniks]

[GA]ghastlyApiarist

Mykull Withab He/him 6.4 sweeps(14 yo) Bronze Blood Strife Specibus: wrenchKind Lusus: Large Pangolin Page of Blood, Derse. Moirails with Sierra/[MD]

Mykull is a anxious, wary troll, who can't for the life of him hold a conversation. Also terrified of buzzbugs. He doesn't have any time for hobbies now, but he used to enjoy sketching flutterbugs and taking walks through the forest that his old hive was near.

Doesn't really talk to anyone else besides  Sierra and sometimes Lorlie/[TC], though they usually have to start the conversation first. He definitely was not jealous of Lorlie when they met Sierra. Or maybe still a little bit jealous. It's not like he's her moirail and was her friend first.

He is apart of the Dungeons&Scalebeasts  squad but it's really just a bunch of other socially awkward trolls that he's vaguely familiar with as they sit at a table and play a TTRPG. Lorlie carries.

It's still hard to talk to them. Or anyone really besides Sierra. Which he did regularly and hung out with her when he had the time.

When his hive got burnt down and he had no where to go(Sierra almost practically dragged him to stay over at her hive, but Mykull refused. He would've felt guilty about it.) Which meant he had to live in a hivestem that wasn't his own. Which, also meant paying money. Meaning, he had to get a job. For lowered rent, he works around the hivestem doing odd jobs. The only problem is he's terrible at his job and ends up breaking things more than he fixes them.

The only rule in the hivestem is no murder, but apparently everyone are heathens. It took Mykull days to get the room clean and the only thing he gained out of it was trauma and a fear of blood. --

Sierra calls him a fussy fangs when he worries about her too much. Mykull worries about a lot of things and being safe is one of them.

Mykull has sensory issues, so his gloves are always on, even when he's not working.