*My sister looks over my shoulder at my tumblr* “What is that?” Said in a slightly disgusted voice

*me, looking at a close up art of Papa Emeritus IV,* “…it’s someone in face paint”

*her, looking even more disgusted* “ew…gross”

LIKE GIRL, YOU COME INTO MY SPACE, LOOK OVER MY SHOULDER, and then have the audacity to be a dick about it???

if you go rummaging around where you don’t belong, don’t try and claim to be all high and mighty. If ya don’t like what ya see, don’t say anything at all…

INHABITANTS OF THE EARTH

The inhabitants of the earth represent the men and women who are omitted from the Book of Life because they submit to the Beast. This group is unrelenting in its hostility to the “Lamb” and those who follow him “wherever he goes,” even rejoicing in the violent deaths of his “Two Witnesses.” Unlike the “nations” and the “kings of the earth,” they are beyond redemption, and their names are excluded from the “Book of Life.”

The term rendered “inhabitants” translates the Greek verb katoikeô, meaning, “to dwell, inhabit.” In Revelation, it occurs only with negative connotations, and almost exclusively is used for “INHABITANTS of the earth,” a group that is always hostile to Jesus.

IN PERGAMOS

The first use of the term is in the “letter” to the “messenger” of the church in Pergamos. In many interpretations, the phrase “where Satan dwells” is applied either to the seat of the Roman provincial government that was based in Pergamos or to its temple dedicated to the veneration of the emperor. Either view may be correct. However, there is something larger in view. (Revelation 2:12-13).

In Pergamos, “dwell” is applied to Satan and to the church, and the latter certainly did not reside in the governor’s residence or the emperor’s temple.  Likewise, ‘Antipas,’ would not have been executed in either location. Most likely, he died outside the city walls. And members of the congregation dwelled in the city. Yet Jesus assured them he was certainly aware that they lived where “Satan dwells.”

Jesus promised the church in Philadelphia that he would keep them “from the hour of trial, which is going to come upon the WHOLE HABITABLE EARTH, to try the INHABITANTS OF THE EARTH.”

The terms “whole habitable earth” and “inhabitants of the earth” are applied to the same situation. Implicit is the wider geographical area that will be affected by this coming “hour of trial.” It will involve populations beyond the confines of Philadelphia and Pergamos– (Revelation 3:10).

IN DANIEL

The term, “inhabitants of the earth,” is derived from a passage in Daniel. After his downfall and restoration to the throne, Nebuchadnezzar declared to the residents of his kingdom:

(Daniel 4:34-35) – “And I blessed the Most High, and I praised and honored him that lives forever, for his dominion is an everlasting dominion, and his kingdom from generation to generation; and all the INHABITANTS OF THE EARTH are reputed as nothing; and he does according to his will in the HOST OF HEAVEN, and among the INHABITANTS OF THE EARTH; and none can stay his hand or say unto him, What are you doing?”

In Chapter 6 of Revelation, the “Lamb” opened the “fifth seal” and John saw the “souls of them who had been slain for the testimony they held” underneath the “altar.” The image is based on the altar of burnt offerings detailed in the Book of Leviticus. The blood of sacrificial victims was poured out at its base.

And that is the picture behind the vision of the martyred “souls” found at the base of the “altar,” where they plead for vindication against the “inhabitants of the earth” – (Revelation 6:9-11).

Similarly, after the first four trumpets sounded, John saw an “eagle” pronouncing a warning - “Woe, woe, woe, for the INHABITANTS OF THE EARTH, because of the other voices of the trumpet of the three angels who are yet to sound!” – (Revelation 8:13).

The first four trumpets unleashed “plagues” against the economy of the empire – its seaborne commerce, fresh water sources, and the like. The last three harmed the “inhabitants of the earth” themselves. “By these three plagues was the third part of men killed.” Nevertheless, they “repented not of their murders, nor of their sorceries, nor of their fornication, nor of their thefts.”

[Read the entire post on the End-Time Insights blog at the link below]

Negan Imagine ~ Summoned

Summary: Summoning a demon is rarely a good idea...especially if this demon is ready to do anything to make you his. Warnings: Smut, witchcraft, Demon!Negan gif credit: jdmorganz

You had told them it was a bad idea. You had told them to not mess around with it but they didn’t listen and now, hell now you were the one paying for it. A nervous glimpse fell to the ouija board that still leaned against the tall shelf, its glossy surface standing out from the rest of the old, antique furniture of the house.  It was just a kids toy you’d told yourself when your friends had pushed it onto the old rustic table , not the same as the ancient spells you’d been taught your whole life, not of the same power as the potions you’d brewed or the curses you’d spoken. It was merely a desperate attempt to calm you down, to give you the feeling that you weren’t going against everything you’d learned your whole life up until now. “Witches don’t mess with demons. By hell, whatever you do, whatever you think, you do not mess with demons”, you could still hear your grandmother warn you, something she’s said years ago and yet it had stuck with you until the very moment your friends had lit the candles around the board merely a few days ago. You should have stopped them instead of trying to convince yourself that it did not hold the same power as anything else around you, but you hadn’t.  At first, when you’d said your goodbyes and the smoke of the candles rose up the air you’d lulled yourself into a false sense of security, telling yourself that if nothing had happened by now, nothing would happen after. Hell, had you been wrong. A flinch travelled through you as your glance met the gleaming eyes of the man at the other side of the table, the very same man...the very same demon who’d showed up in your house only hours after your friends had left.  “You summoned me”, you could still hear his deep voice say that let goosebumps grow over your body each time you thought back, each time you remembered that he was here to stay now. “We shall have a bond for eternity, doll”, it shot through your head again, another flinch traveling through your body as you could feel how those gleaming eyes ran over your body, fixating on every single inch of you. Nearly immediately you’d known what kind of demon he was, it was almost ridiculous how obvious it was. Broad shoulders and a tall frame, dark, slicked back hair with a salt and pepper stubble that adorned his impossibly handsome face and most importantly, gleaming eyes that looked over you as a predator looked over his prey. The textbook example of a sex demon.  “Is there something you wanna tell me?”, his teasing voice sounded through the air, his eyes still fixing on you as you tried to avoid getting caught up in them. You had been able to resist him for the last few days, sure enough of the fact that if you’d give into him, you’d seal your bond and be his for centuries to come. And while your head kept on fighting, your body begged you to give in. Everything about him was intoxicating, his scent, his voice, his looks and his ways to try and seduce you that kept on working on your strong will.  He knew he’d have you earlier or later, he knew, and it really was just a matter of time, regardless of what you were trying to tell yourself. A shiver ran through your body and you tried to squeeze your legs shut, a desperate try to keep your body under control that longed to feel his touch.  You could feel a soft trembling coming up, could feel more warmth pooling within you as you heard him letting out a small groan as he stood up from his chair. Slowly, he walked towards you, his heavy footsteps echoing over the old wooden floorboards. “You want me, don’t you?”, he growled, the wicked grin you’d seen so very often pressing over his handsome features the moment he’d reached you. He didn’t lean down to force you to look him right into his eyes, instead he moved in behind you, his fingers reaching up to trace delicately and torturing slow over the back of your neck. You tried to stifle a gasp as your body responded to his touch, heating up further as he leaned down beside you.

“You want me to fuck you right on this table”, his deep voice vibrated against your ear his fingers still placed at your neck as you closed your eyes and could feel his scent lulling you in,”You want me to pound the living shit out of that pretty little pussy of yours.” Your body wanted you to scream yes and give yourself to him while your head desperately tried to warn you of the consequences that you’d meet.  Keeping your eyes shut you tried to resist your body’s pleas, so obvious that a deep chuckle fell from Negan’s lips as one of his hands moved to your lap, hovering over your middle. “I know you’re soaking wet, darling”, he hummed, his hands not moving a bit and still they drove you crazy, filling your head with images of the pleasures you could await if you’d only say yes ,”I know how bad you want me.” Feeling your breath grow heavier you could sense him inching closer to press a kiss behind your ear, his lips still hovering over your skin for a few moments as his hot breath met your neck. “There is no need to hide it anymore”, he rumbled, and you knew that he was right, deep down you’d known it from the start. Nervousness spread for a moment through you, sure of the fact that your body had won this fight and was dreading for something it had never experienced before, not this way. “Please”, it suddenly left your lips, your breath hitching as you realized that you’d made a decision you never thought you’d make. “What was that?”, he asked, an amused tone swinging through his deep voice as you still kept your eyes closed, trying to not lose your last bit of grip. “Please...take me”, it finally slipped out of your lips and a rough hand reached up to cup your jaw, forcing you to open your eyes and met his as he stared down at you. “I don’t think I’ve heard you, doll, you gotta speak up.” “Fuck me, please...I want you”, you plead, your whole body heated and desperate for his touch while the last bit of resistance within you seemed to completely vanish. A wicked grin pressed in over his lips, widening as he let go of you, wincing at the loss of his touch before the sound of clattering and breaking porcelain was heard as he pushed the plates and glasses with a swift but forceful push off the table and reached for your hand to force you up from your chair. You were already feeling as if you were caught up in a trance, so focused on him that neither the broken dishes bothered you, nor had the clattering sound of them made you flinch. “C’mere”, he growled, pulling you over to him and pushing you against the table as he reached below your dress. You winced as you felt his warm fingers finding their way towards your panties, stroking over the wetted fabric. It was already enough to let a small moan fall from your lips, barely audible but enough to let his smirk grow wider as he pulled on the fabric, yanking it down to have full access to the spots he had yet to explore. “Just what I expected”,he growled, his eyes capturing yours, not allowing you to look away as he teased his fingers along your heated flesh,”Soaking wet for me.” You were starting to tremble, desperate to feel him as you bucked your hips slightly into his fingers, hoping to get some release while a small part of you still asked yourself what the hell you were doing here. “Ahah, that’s not what we’re gonna do”, he said, shaking his hand as he retracted his hand from you, “You’ll follow my lead. Is that clear?” “Yes”, you immediately nodded, so fast that you were nearly shocked of yourself before you saw him leading his fingers up to his lips, covered in your wetness before he tasted them and let out a deep groan. “Perfect”, he hummed, licking over his lips before he moved in to grasp the end of your dress, pushing it up and over your head, freeing you from it before he reached for your bra and unclasped it with a swift move. It was so much faster than expected, leaving you startled once more before you realized how exposed you were before him, though the look in his eyes as he eyed you took every insecurity you could possibly have from you.  “Fuck”, he groaned his hands moving in to cup your breasts, fondling them and brushing his thumbs over your sensitive nipples while your whole body started to lean into his touch. “Oh my...”, it fell softly from your lips, your eyes closing for a moment before his hand suddenly reached out to cup your neck, startling you for a second as he pushed in closer to you.  “Sit and lean back, be my good girl”, he grinned while you did as he said, so eager to finally find some release that you quickly shifted onto the table and leaned back until your back met the wood. “By Satan...this is a view for sore eyes”, he groaned, your body tingling with anticipation as he started to lower himself to his knees, pulling your panties once for all off you and grabbing your legs to push them over his shoulders and move his head so close to your middle that you could feel his hot breath ghost over your flesh. “Please”, it fell from your lips and you could feel yourself almost exploding in desperation before a gasp left your mouth as his lips met your sweetest spot.  Humming you felt him dragging his tongue along your core, groaning as he tasted you. The sensation of his rough beard and his oddly soft lips and tongue made you wince in pleasure as he worked on you, moving one of his hands towards your hot flesh to send more waves of heat through you. Tipping your head back, you felt his long fingers teasing around your core, teasing you for moments before two of his digits pressed into your wet core,  “Lemme hear how much you want this. Lemme fucking hear how much you love my fingers fucking that pussy”, he growled against your flesh and it took merely seconds to turn you into a panting and begging mess as his fingers and tongue worked on you. You wanted to grab his hair, keep your own trembling hands occupied but a part of you was too scared that he might stop if you did. So you were at your own body’s mercy, at Negan’s mercy as his movements and touches brought shivers through you, building you up to meet your high before he suddenly pulled away. You winced at the loss of his touch, confused and nearly pouting as he got up on his feet, the wicked grin still all over his face while his beard glistened in your juices and your glance fell on the large bulge beneath his dark pants. “No need to whine, you’ll cum on my cock”, he growled, a darkness filling his gleaming eyes while your body mourned for his touch and yet anticipated what was to come even more. Your heavy breath let your ribcage fall and rise forcefully as you raised your head, eager to watch as he pulled his clothes from his body and revealed his toned self, showed the dark hair that peppered his chest and the trail that down his pants.  One more piece, one more and you could see his throbbing erection springing free, forcing you to flinch half in shock, half in anticipation as you saw how big he truly was. He was rock hard, precum already leaking from the tip as he stroked himself. “I’ll make you mine, Darling, all fuckin’ mine”, he growled, the gleaming in his eyes trumped by darkness that would have usually scared you but now, hell now all you wanted was to feel him, all you wanted was for him to make you his. There was no resistance in your head anymore, no doubt, all you wanted was to finally feel the pleasure you’d been yearning for. You could feel him grabbing your legs, pushing them up and leaning them against his shoulders as he moved between them, the wicked grin always on his face while your body started to tremble harder.  You were swinging in a trance, completely lulled into his darkness as you suddenly felt him pushing himself forcefully inside your heat. He gave you no moment to adjust to his size, no moment to collect yourself as his thick cock pushed deeper while a loud gasp left your lips and your eyes widened.  “So fuckin’ tight”, he groaned, his thick brows tensed as his darkened eyes stared down on you as you twitched and writhed on his cock. His fingers were digging into the flesh of your legs, so much that you were sure that he was leaving marks but you could care less, you just needed him to move, you just needed him to fuck you. “Please”, you let out in a desperate cry,”Please fuck me...please.” “Damn girl, you’re eager, huh?”, he called out, his broad chest falling and rising heavily before he bit his lip, grinning only wider as his eyes focused on you while he pulled himself a little out, only to plow himself back into you. You whined in pleasure, your hands moving to grip onto the edges of the table, desperate to hold onto anything as his fast and hard thrusts made the wood shake underneath you, its roughness scrapping slightly against your back as you started to close your eyes.  “No!”, you could hear the deep voice call out, warning and nearly aggressive, “That’s not what we’re gonna do. You keep your eyes on me.” Nodding quickly in response to his growling voice you let your eyes meet his again, feeling him trapping you in his glance as he thrusted harshly into you, lulling you into a mix of pain and pleasure that started to drive you crazy.  Your moans and his deep groans echoed through the air, mixing with one another as his one of his hands reached down to circle his thumb over the sensitive bundle of nerves, enough to make you throw your head back in pleasure. Panic nearly flooded through you as you remembered his warning and looked back at him only to see his smirk widening.  “Good girl”, he growled, though a frown started to press in over his face as he pushed himself harder into you, filling you completely up as your body started to meet his rhythm perfectly. Rocking your hips against his you gripped the table’s edges harder, feeling your body heating up even more before let your legs down, urging them to wrap around his hips. You followed his lead, doing everything just to make sure that he would keep his movements going as he moved his hand up from your clit and grabbed the back of your neck, pulling you with an unbelievable strength up to face him.  “Fucking hell”, he cussed out, his body tensing up and he rocked himself harder into you, stretching you out perfectly and hitting all the right spots as you moved your arms to wrap them around his neck, moaning and panting as you tried to meet his movements. You wanted to look down, watch his large dick pound into you, watch him fuck you but instead you forced yourself to keep your eyes on his. A sudden gasp fell from your lips as you felt him grabbing you harder as he thrusted himself deeply into you, and lifted you up from the table, startling you for a moment though you were too caught up in him to be bothered by anything else than the loss of his movements. Focused on the feeling of him within your depths and the heat that radiated from his body, you only got ripped out of your trance as he pushed you forcefully against the nearest wall, the cold stone meeting your back while you still clung onto him. He let one leg of yours down, hooking the other around his hip as he pulled a little away from you, enough to look down on you and meet you with his gleaming glance that looked over you, dark and almost obsessive as it ran over your face.   A whimper left your lips as you felt him thrusting himself deeper, hearing his groans and curses as he started to fuck you anew, his hips rocking upwards into your depths while his eyes stayed fixed on yours. “Who do you belong to?”, he asked, one of his hands reaching up to wrap around your throat, pressing only slightly as his pounds grew stronger. “You”, you panted, feeling your body trembling harder as obscene wet sounds echoed through the air as his throbbing cock thrusted deeper into you, making you gasp as you looked at him,”I’m yours, all yours.” “Fuck yes you are”, he called out, panting more heavily as he let go of your neck, instead using the hand to push you closer to him and close the gap between you, allowing you to feel the soft dark curls rubbing agains your sweet spot as you started to reach your high all over again.  “Oh fuck...oh-”, you could only bring out as his thrusts got more prominent, rocking his hips harder into yours with each new thrust. You clung onto him, could feel him leaning down to finally meet your lips in a rough and possessive kiss. Moaning into his mouth you grabbed into his thick hair, moving your hips against his to meet his harsh thrusts that pounded you into the wall.  You were growing breathless, could feel your legs becoming weaker as they trembled in response to the ordeal he was putting you through while your mind was stuck in a haze and the heat that was building up in your middle was ready to be released.  “Cum for me, cum on my fucking cock”, he demanded as he pulled away from your lips, forcing you to look him into his eyes, moments before one last, heavy thrust send you over the edge. Your body started to shudder as your orgasm washed over you, more powerful than you had ever felt before while your eyes were still hooked on him and a satisfied and cocky grin fell over his features. “Good girl”, he growled, holding you tighter to keep your weaker growing legs from giving in while you still felt like you were floating. You clung even more onto him now that you felt his thrusts becoming harder yet sloppier at the same time as you could tell by the trembles that shook through him that he was close as well. Groaning his head fell into the curve of your neck, his teeth nipping onto your flesh as he rocked himself deeper into you and made soft moans fall from your lips all over again.  His body shuddered, his strength seeming to retreat for a moment as you could feel his thick cock twitch as he pushed himself deeply into you, cursing and moaning as his orgasm shot through him,  “Fuck...fucking fuck!”, he roared out as you could feel him filling you up with his warm cum, his cock still deeply locked within you as his panting body shock against yours. Still unable to completely process what had just happened you watched him look back up at you, his eyes narrowed in darkness and lust as he leaned closer. “You’re mine now, doll. Mine for fuckin’ eternity.”