gave penny a bit of a revamp!! leaned into the lolita vibe much harder and I’m happy with the results!

Here are my embodiments of pride/humility, envy/gratitude, and wrath/patience!

POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNING: There are a couple of mentions of assault.

Remuloktiah is a lonesome and erratic fallen ophanim who, as her prideful self, possesses excessive confidence and self-assurance, reaching a point of coming off as conceited. She strongly believes that she’s far superior than everyone else, possessing a palpable sense of entitlement. She can be quite dismissive and condescending, exaggerating her capabilities and seeking admiration. She lacks self-awareness and empathy, sees everything as a competition, and fiercely protects her opinions and beliefs - a sign of her fragile ego. She has a habit of talking over people and, as a result of her close-mindedness and stubbornness, won’t back down until she has things her own way. As her humble self, she’s well-aware of her imperfections, having no issue accepting her faults. She possesses a greater deal of respect, emotional intelligence, and responsibility, and easily maintains a low sense of worth. She puts people before her and focuses her personal energy on them, and is open to constructive criticism and new perspectives. Remuloktiah is a great listener, promoting a sense of connection and understanding, and capable of making difficult decisions easily.

Her overall height is a 6’ 3” (190.5 cm) with a pear-shaped mesomorphic body type that has well-endowed breasts, upper arms that carry some of her weight, and prominent thighs. She has dirty white skin with purplish stretch marks on her upper arms, chest, and legs. She has bronze claws and long iridescent blue hair with voluminous curls, reaching a few centimetres over her shoulders. Her eyes are an iridescent green with flecks of copper and red, pink, and blue tapetum lucidum. Remuloktiah’s face is adorned with makeup: yellow-orange crescents on both cheeks that are facing inwards; purplish-black lips; smoky golden eyeshadow; and rosy blushing on her nose bridge and temples. A large patch of skin is a cicatrix with a jagged trail that reaches slightly below her spine, giving the scar a comet-like appearance. Her spine is partially protruding from the skin of her back and she has the wings and tail feathers of a male violet-green swallow.

She prefers to don a voluminous ball gown of blue Dianne that’s made from the finest velvet, which was a gift from her distant cousin. The gown has a semi-sweetheart neckline and bishop sleeves, and it’s adorned with yellow diamonds, pieces of rose quartz, and bronze embroidery. A bodice of lovely tradewind accompanies Remuloktiah’s gown and it has striking lavender purple and bronze stripes. This bodice also has pieces of sharp glass protruding from the front in a random pattern. Her infernal body is surrounded by four interlocking 11 ft (335.28 cm) wheels of rose gold that are covered in red-lavender eyes. She usually carries an exquisite folding fan with vibrant floral patterns and two bronze tassels.

She has a fiery aura, cosmic awareness, an invulnerability to all forms of physical harm, and speed that’s unquestionably maximum and limitless. She can detect all major weaknesses that her target possesses and suppress her emotions in order to negate emotion-based abilities. She’s fully capable of casting permanent illusions on an enormous scale that cannot be seen through by any means, confusing the senses of her target. Remuloktiah has the ability to manipulate pride, nether, aether, and humility, and can empower herself by relying on the failures of other individuals. She can make herself completely undetectable and imperceptible by obscuring her presence with mind-numbing vibrations and clouds. In order to enhance her imperceptibility, she can wipe herself from the memories of other people. Through a mere glance, she can cause any living creature that looks directly into her eyes to succumb to her will.

FAMILY:

Zurishalonde (distant cousin)

ALIASES/NICKNAMES:

Virtue of Humility

Sin of Pride

FUN FACTS/EXTRA INFORMATION:

As an Æylphitus, her name means “lord has adorned”.

She was kicked out of Eylvhraszokjumni after she began treating other people as inferior by verbally abusing them and ripping off their wings. This all started after falling in love with her reflection on one of their pristine lakes.

She rules the terrace of Pride in Plugaboktezrin

The peacock is her favourite animal

She’s located on top of the highest mountain in the terrace of Pride, which is made from glittery makeup dust and peacock ore.

Penoduzhila is a mischievous and sly fallen dominion with an inferiority complex who, as her envious self, finds twisted enjoyment when other people experience setbacks or failure. She refuses to celebrate the successes of other people due to her unhappiness about them, constantly downplaying or diminishing their effort. She has a habit of frequently scrutinising what people are doing and becoming upset when individuals compliment others’ hard work. She offers fake compliments during her interactions, spreads rumours and false information, and attempts to copy the people she’s envious of. As her grateful self, she experiences a wide variety of positive emotions that inspire her to be more virtuous. She’s quite humble, fairly persistent, empathetic, kind, and full of love, and has an easier time with building connections. Penoduzhila endures hardships without complaining, showing her resilience, and deeply values the small things in life.

She’s nearly 6 ft (182.88 cm) with a spoon-shaped ectomorphic body type that has a flat chest, slim limbs, a partially rounded belly, and prominent thighs. She has the tail of a Khaire's black shield-tail snake, ashy skin with rainbow iridescence, and yellowish blotches on her belly. She has glowing sunburst cyan-violet eyes and greyish-yellow freckles on her face, neck, chest, and hands. Her hair is a turquoise to sunset pink buzz cut and she has five wings that mimic the colouration of a female cerulean warbler. She wears a 10 ft (304.8 cm) cloak made from the skins of various individuals she killed out of pure jealousy, which are crudely stitched together with golden thread. Penoduzhila often dons a wide-brimmed red-violet galero with a lavender ribbon and a six yellow-orange on each side. Her hat also has an artificial red rose with the upper half of Burmese python skull that has a shoulder-length veil of bluish-black stemming from it. She wears a special dark purple kesa with leopard spots of varying sizes in turmeric, sahara, and Galliano. Underneath the kesa is a fancy, modest camlet robe of rose gold and it has alabaster sheepskin lining. She has a black leather necklace with seven small golden hoops that hold papyrus paper that bear one of the seven planetary metals on each one.

She can create divine weapons and has strength that can lift tens of millions of pounds and perform any offensive action with the output of a low-yield nuclear bomb. Like many other dominions, she has lordship over lower-ranking angels, being able to manipulate them and summon them when she pleases. She’s capable of banishing sinners and malicious entities from the terrace of Envy and Eylvhraszokjumni. She can manipulate divine elements, miracles, angelic force, mercy, envy, compassion, gratitude, and stupidity. Penoduzhila is a master of literature and penmanship, and can remove all negativity and positivity from any living creature. Through her absolute thievery, she can steal any physical and mental trait she deeply yearns for. She’s able to sense emotions in her vicinity and her abnormally magnetic presence allows her to form friendships easily. Her wisdom is far superior than many sentient beings, but she’s still capable of making bad decisions.

FAMILY:

Aynimolechus (older brother)

Zurishalonde (lover)

ALIASES/NICKNAMES:

Virtue of Gratitude

Sin of Envy

FUN FACTS/EXTRA INFORMATION:

As an Æylphitus, her name means “god will upgrade the operating standard”.

She was kicked out of Eylvhraszokjumni after performing numerous dermal confiscations on those she thought were physically and mentally better than her. She was assaulted by one of the high-ranking angels and they made her feel like a nobody, contributing to her inferiority complex.

She rules the terrace of Envy in Plugaboktezrin

The snake is her favourite animal

She lives inside a bunker that’s obscured by black fog and in it is a bunch of caged serpents and reptiles. She has three jars full of preserved meat and a leopard-printed mattress with snakeskin pillows and an elk fur blanket. The ceiling of her room is covered in hanging wooden, silver, gold, and bronze Christian cross variants. The wall on the left side of the bunker has a few hanged skins and numerous photos of random individuals. Some of these photos are crossed out or smeared with her golden ichor.

Aynimolechus is a tranquil and taciturn fallen dominion who, as his wrathful self, has a low frustration tolerance - the inability to handle unpleasant feelings and stressful situations. He’s easily irritable, not afraid to use verbal and physical aggression, and has a habit of interrupting. His younger sister is the only good thing that stays in mind, always treating her with delicate care and respect. Due to his anger issues, he often experiences frequent and intense emotional outbursts, especially over little things. He sees most situations to be blameworthy, unjustified, and punishable, and holds a deep grudge towards those who hurt his sister and purposefully annoy him. As his patient self, he’s willing to wait for results and embodies the art of problem-solving. He takes a fair amount of time understanding his current situations before reacting to them accordingly. He shows genuine respect and consideration towards the needs, feelings, and perspectives of other individuals. He simply accepts that some things may be difficult and embraces the chaos of life with serenity. Aynimolechus has fine-tuned empathy, attentive listening skills, and the ability to laugh in the face of adversity.

He’s approximately 13 ft (396.24 cm) with a trapezoidal ectomorphic body type that has an average musculature and broad shoulders. His snow-white skin has a silvery chrysanthemum-shaped birthmark on his back and greyish-yellow freckles on the hands and belly. He has the lower half of an iridescent purple dragon with four bearded vulture wings, covered in the tears of mothers and blood of children. His head is that of an American Milking Devon with bronze horns and golden yellow eyes that have flecks of purple. He has a bronze-hued furnace door below his collarbone, which houses a flaming inferno within his chest cavity. Aynimolechus wears the skin of an Asiatic lion as a cloak and an ankle-length outer garment as a wrap, leaving his left shoulder and both arms free. This outer garment is a jade with bronze tassels from the bottom and vertical saffron, red-violet, and wisteria stripes. He dons a light burgundy leather belt that holds a Persian ney and a tambourine with a scarlet wooden frame, gilded jingles, and a thin, translucent head made of goatskin.

Aynimolechus has lordship over lower-ranking angels and the ability to create divine weapons, and he can banish rivals and enemies from the terrace of Wrath and Eylvhraszokjumni. He can easily lift and destroy large cities, forests, and half of continents, and cause earthquakes and tsunamis. When in a feral state of mind, he can obliterate megastructures and halt the motion of planets. He can manipulate divine judgement, wrath, hatred, vengeance, violence, war, patience, serenity, fire, and fertility, and empower his senses and speed with sacrifices. He has an indomitable will and is able to channel the power of his rage while maintaining absolute control and a calm demeanour. Whenever he heavily concentrates on a person or group of people, he’s able to cause agony and inflict pain on them by physically harming himself. Despite Aynimolechus’ pent up anger, he’s in perfect balance with the multiverse and all of its forces.

FAMILY:

Penoduzhila (younger sister)

ALIASES/NICKNAMES:

Virtue of Patience

Sin of Wrath

FUN FACTS/EXTRA INFORMATION:

As an Æylphitus, his name means “king who reciprocates”.

He was kicked out of Eylvhraszokjumni after slaughtering a sea’s worth of angels when he found out that his younger sister was assaulted. He lost his temper, which is now nearly impossible to regain unless he’s as his patient self.

He rules the terrace of Wrath in Plugaboktezrin

The lion is his favourite animal

He lives in a colosseum of rose gold with the top being covered in a dome of acrid smoke and scattered blue-white stars. The arena floor is scattered with rotting corpses and blood, and encircling the ring are freestanding punching bags full of organs, melee and range weapons, torture devices, and shields. He has seven cabinets: the first is for flour, the second is for turtle doves, the third is for sheep wool, the fourth is for ram horns, the fifth is for dead calves, the sixth is for beef, and the seventh is for the souls of children.

Penemue

Kacper Abolik, 2022

EI'm trying out something new on character introduction

I've been "abstinent" from Christian music for years. Going to my Christian IG and realizing there are people searching for Messiah. Hurts me a bit to miss out. But I'd rather worship alone than ever be involved with another Fake Christian. (Those who Abide are known by Good).

It says after all that every builder should be careful with how they build. Some day...maybe after the Z virus / T virus.

New episode!

Summary: In which a conniving angel plays a deposed spy commandant like an emotional harp [Listener: “Annex”]

"Corollary" is an episodic, sci-fi/supernatural mystery told through audio roleplay.

OC Name Meanings Tag

Thank you @druidx for tagging me! ♥️

Rules: Search for and post the meaning of your OCs’ names (if you made their name up or they go by a nickname, post an explanation of how it came to you!) Bonus if you can find something for the last name too.

Guinevere / Margaret Elyse Iuscora: Guinevere is the name she was given in her origin life, while the second one is what she was given in her second life. Guinevere means “fair, white, blessed.” This name comes from Arthurian Legend, which is an inspiration for the wos universe. Margaret means “pearl.” Elyse, her mother’s name, means “God is my oath.” Her surname Iuscora is made up by me, but it signifies her family’s archangel ancestry.

Theodore James Grayson: Theodore means “gift of God,” which works out perfectly for his origin; his adopted mother believed he was left behind by one of the angels and therefore was meant as a gift to her since she was unable to bear her own children. James means “supplanter.” Not quite sure if that fits anywhere into his story. His surname Grayson means “son of the reeve” (a local official, in particular the chief magistrate of a town or district).

Elizabeth “Ella” Ann Hart: This isn’t her birth name, but rather one she chose when going into hiding. Elizabeth means “God’s promise or God is my oath,” though she has a complicated relationship with her religion. Ann means “grace, He has favored me” and it’s also accepted as a religious name. Her chosen surname is Hart, which means “stag.”

Alexander “Alex” Louise Ryder: Alexander means “man’s defender, warrior.” His first name was a placeholder until I liked it so much that it kinda stuck, but it’s surprisingly rather fitting. Louise means “renowned warrior,” and I just so happened to choose it because I thought it sounded great with the name Alexander. His surname, Ryder, is a variant of Rider so it literally means horseman or horse rider.

Penemu Zilyana Nightingale: I came up with the name Penemu years ago, but upon looking it up, it turns out that there’s actually a being in Enochian lore named Penemue and he’s “a curer of stupidity in man” (according to Wikipedia). Since she has the nicknames Pen and Penny, I decided her name was a variation of the name Penelope, which means “weaver.” Zilyana is also a made up name, but the closest match I could find was Zilya, which means “hunter, harvester, guardian.” The surname Nightingale means “someone with a good voice,” as this species of bird is known for its beautiful song.

Elisven Luina Skylark: The name Elisven was also made up by me, but it’s a variation of Elizabeth which means “God’s promise or God is my oath.” Luina is the name Luna (with an i) which means “moon.” This was also her paternal grandmother’s middle name, and Luina is the name of the moon goddess in Aetherian mythology. The surname Skylark possibly comes from a type of European lark, a bird renowned for its ability to fly vertically up into the air.

Tagging (no pressure): @isherwoodj @magic-is-something-we-create @oh-no-another-idea @writingforjoy @zmwrites plus anyone else who would like to join!

"silly holiday, isn't it?" penemue holds out an angel-shaped gingerbread cookie. the wings, he's already broken off an eaten. irony, or some such. "the only good part is the food. i could eat these all day."

Lucifer looks up and snorts.

Penemue has defiled an angel-shaped cookie, one that has a distinctly unpleasant smell. It's so human, the innocent, friendly shape. The image that invites comfort and grace.

The pathetic creatures could never handle the true image of an angel. It would melt their little brains to useless liquid.

Lucifer eyes the cookie Penemue is steadily devouring. "It stinks." But he doesn't bother taking it from his lover. If it makes him happy, then who is he to deny him? "Everything humans do is silly. Stupid. And pathetic."

It's a secret to no one how much Lucifer loathed these walking parasites roaming the earth. His brothers are far more accepting of the culture humans had created than he was, and apparently, so is his lover.

With a sigh, Lucifer brushes a crumb away from Penemue's mouth with his thumb. "Rinse your mouth out before you kiss me next. Ginger is foul."

Satanic Temple leader used to be "male supremacist" bigot Mike Cernovich's book editor

Greg Stevens, a.k.a. Priest Penemue, is currently The Satanic Temple's Director of Ministry and Executive Producer at TST TV. But he used to be book editor for Mike Cernovich, the alt-right bigot and conspiracist.

That and a lot more is in our latest article: "Today is a good day for The Satanic Temple to release its finances."

OK, this is a long one, but we have split it up to hopefully make reading easier.

It's on Page 2 that we have what we think is brand new information.

The Satanic Temple threatened a lawsuit in part for a TikToker referencing the "long ago" friendship of Greg Stevens and neo-Nazi launderer Milo Yiannopoulos.

We didn't know that Greg Stevens spent more than 20 years and the vast majority of his adult life being part of the men's rights, anti-feminist, rape-apologist sphere until some point in his 40s when he claims he woke up and realized the error of his ways.

But, this was known.

What we didn't know, and what we don't think anyone has talked about, is that Greg Stevens a.k.a. Priest Penemue—“longtime leader in The Satanic Temple”, current “Director of Ministry” and “Executive Producer of TST TV”—was in so deep he edited a Mike Cernovich book in 2015

If this is already well-traveled ground, someone else should definitely correct us, but that level of familiarity is incredible, and largely seems to have been scrubbed from the Internet, esp. given the "male supremacist" Mike Cernovich's retroactive Twitter wipe.

We're not going to go deeper into what makes it so horrible a person would work with Mike Cernovich in 2015, but we do go into that a little also on page two.

Cernovich absolutely got worse, but he and Greg Stevens were also still on good terms till 2018

So.

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Page 3 is very heavy, and for the first time, we think, we have included a couple of the screenshots from the website created to smear and dox a person in The Satanic Temple's Austin chapter who reported a sexual assault

Just prepare yourself for this one

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Page 4 is about The Satanic Temple coming after us with a SLAPP suit but also threatening to and suing people who talk about it

Yes, TST and its lawyer Matt Kezhaya continue with their own words and actions to make the strongest case against themselves

Page 5 includes quite a lot of Doug "Lucien Greaves" Misicko and Cevin Soling in their own words, on the record and in signed documents, just admitting stuff they will claim is defamation if you repeat it back to them

This one is thorough so set some time aside

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Finally, Page 6 recaps Page 5 but also puts The Satanic Temple's legal threats against The Satanic HouseWife in some more context

Whatever he claims, Doug only means "free speech" in a very, very limited way in practice.

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Bonus No. 1: you can watch the videos that The Satanic Temple determined were worth threatening to sue a woman over, and you can read how TST's briefcase thug puts your money to use for yourself

See if you can guess how many billable hours this represents!

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Bonus No. 2: The "but what about the context?" edition

We know there are some real nerds out there who want to pore over all the depositions for yourselves.

Sincerely, if you catch an error or misrepresentation, let us know so we can fix it.

If you appreciate the work we do, consider throwing something our way for our ongoing legal defense.

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…reading some obey me headcanons rn wrt like. interacting w the bros demonic forms.

and i realized that since my self insert has a demon form, their demonic traits might have the same quirks/issues as my real life body, which ofc leads to my actual question here—

…can wings be cracked/popped like knuckles/normal joints?

She laid downwind at the crest of the hill. The wind rippled her mane and she swished her downy tail back and forth. Body rigid as she scoured the landscape. Her raven pinions fluttered about her ears and she twitched them in annoyance. At the bottom of the valley, a healthy herd of cerdae grazed by the banks of a stream. There was a wobbly foal amongst them, bleating at its weary mother who stumbled as she knelt in the grass. Rynka sighed, she knew just how she felt, she had been following this herd for hours and they hadn't settled into a convenient place to catch them. Now, finally, as hunger gnawed at her insides, she could make her way down the patch of woodland to the east and corner them, forcing them into an uphill chase she would surely win. She stood up and felt a small quiver in her legs. Her heart felt heavy in her chest and her blood felt thin. She needed to eat. Now. She picked her way down an elk trail to a patch of birches and willow, their golden leaves shivering. Autumn made the woods flush with bird song as waxwings and sparrows gorged on the last of the berries. Quail skittered through the brush and a fat toad lolloped across her path. She felt desperate enough to snap at it, but it leapt clear into a puddle and splashed her snout.

Rynka's thoughts turned to sleep for a moment; she could give up her hunt for a few hours and listen to the birds chirp, she could scrounge around for mice or snakes as it got dark. She shook herself out of it -- no, she needed to eat, she could grow too weak to get up. Then who knows, she could become the prey. Her mind was clouded with hunger, anxiety and frustration. Perhaps she was wrong to have left Dragon Home, insisting she could fend for herself. This was only her second Autumn and she had crossed half of Sornieth, avoiding dragons wherever she could. She was a seeker and a hunter, and there was no backing down from that call. "Hello?" This is how a blundering dragon managed to make her jump out of her skin. With a short, sharp scream Rynka fell over herself with shock. In the distance, she heard the scattered beating of hooves as the Cerdae galloped away. The Gaoler had padded out from behind an Alder with a basket of mushrooms in his mouth. Yellow patchy fur and smudgy black tips as if he'd ran through soot. Twigs and leaf litter tangled in his mane, his tail wagging apologetically. "...Sorry about that." Rynka sputtered and leapt up, taking a defensive stance, "Who are you to ruin my hunt?" The dragon cocked his head, "I've never seen a dragon hunt alone... Oh, but I'm Pen. Penemue." He held out a paw to shake, it was her turn to stare at him in confusion. "Uh, I am sorry about your hunt. There's food back at the lair if you want, we're happy to have guests. I guess I owe you after scaring that herd away. I mean, its the least I can do." Rynka bared her teeth at the suggestion before she felt the pit of her stomach grow sore. It had been days since she had eaten, the last few nights she had slept through rain and thunder. The pads of her paws were cracking and blistering. She felt hollow and ragged. "I... accept this proposal." She sighed, "I admit, I could use somewhere to sleep as this storm passes through. I provide myself, I will bring ample food after I recover." "Of course, we wouldn't let anyone sleep out in the cold! Unless they wanted to -- we have a few tundras and obelisks who don't mind being out in the snow, y'know. I don't mind much either, but I prefer having a nice warm fire place. Qian Xue likes to take off to the Ice territory now and then, he says he makes a thing called an igloo to sleep in. Its like a house made of snow, its wild! But then again, everyones a bit strange sometimes, like me, they said there weren't any mushrooms left in the season but I knew about this woodland and..." Pen chattered away as she followed behind him, trailing out of the woodland to the top of the valley. A grand lair of sandstone rose out of the horizon, dragons circled up above and sauntered below. None were thin, all were bright eyed and had kindly voices. She ate stew, lamb that fell off the bone with what she learnt was rosemary and thyme, and plenty of mushrooms. She combed her mane and washed in miraculously warm water. She was given a small chamber, with no wind or rain or frost. There were blankets. She hadn't used a blanket since she was a child. Pen offered to light a fire and roast chestnuts in the embers as he read from a book of epic poems to break the silence. Rynka fell asleep next to her new companion as he wittered the night away.

draw me your SILLIEST oc jumping on a trampoline. (please)

her name is penny and she’s the silliest girl in the world

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