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officialyourdailyinspiration · 1 year

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Deliverance from False Prophets

Now there were also false prophets among the people, just as there will be false teachers among you. They will secretly introduce destructive heresies, even denying the Master who bought them—bringing swift destruction on themselves. Many will follow in their depravity, and because of them the way of truth will be defamed. In their greed, these false teachers will exploit you with deceptive words. The longstanding verdict against them remains in force, and their destruction does not sleep.

For if God did not spare the angels when they sinned, but cast them deep into hell, placing them in chains of darkness to be held for judgment; if He did not spare the ancient world when He brought the flood on its ungodly people, but preserved Noah, a preacher of righteousness, among the eight; if He condemned the cities of Sodom and Gomorrah to destruction, reducing them to ashes as an example of what is coming on the ungodly; and if He rescued Lot, a righteous man distressed by the depraved conduct of the lawless (for that righteous man, living among them day after day, was tormented in his righteous soul by the lawless deeds he saw and heard)— if all this is so, then the Lord knows how to rescue the godly from trials and to hold the unrighteous for punishment on the day of judgment.

Such punishment is specially reserved for those who indulge the corrupt desires of the flesh and despise authority. Bold and self-willed, they are unafraid to slander glorious beings. Yet not even angels, though greater in strength and power, dare to bring such slanderous charges against them before the Lord.

These men are like irrational animals, creatures of instinct, born to be captured and destroyed. They blaspheme in matters they do not understand, and like such creatures, they too will be destroyed. The harm they will suffer is the wages of their wickedness.

They consider it a pleasure to carouse in broad daylight. They are blots and blemishes, reveling in their deception as they feast with you. Their eyes are full of adultery; their desire for sin is never satisfied; they seduce the unstable. They are accursed children with hearts trained in greed.

They have left the straight way and wandered off to follow the way of Balaam son of Beor, who loved the wages of wickedness. But he was rebuked for his transgression by a donkey, otherwise without speech, that spoke with a man’s voice and restrained the prophet’s madness.

These men are springs without water and mists driven by a storm. Blackest darkness is reserved for them. With lofty but empty words, they appeal to the sensual passions of the flesh and entice those who are just escaping from others who live in error. They promise them freedom, while they themselves are slaves to depravity. For a man is a slave to whatever has mastered him.

If indeed they have escaped the corruption of the world through the knowledge of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, only to be entangled and overcome by it again, their final condition is worse than it was at first. It would have been better for them not to have known the way of righteousness than to have known it and then to turn away from the holy commandment passed on to them. Of them the proverbs are true: “A dog returns to its vomit,” and, “A sow that is washed goes back to her wallowing in the mud.” — 2 Peter 2 | The Reader’s Bible (BRB) The Reader’s Bible © 2020 by Bible Hub and Berean.Bible. All rights Reserved. Cross References: Genesis 6:8-9; Genesis 13:13; Genesis 19:5; Genesis 19:24-25; Exodus 15:16; Exodus 22:28; Numbers 22:5; Numbers 22:21; Deuteronomy 32:35; Job 21:30; Psalm 73:8; Psalm 85:8; Proverbs 5:6; Proverbs 26:11; Jeremiah 12:3; Ezekiel 33:13; Mark 7:22; John 8:34; Romans 13:13; Hebrews 11:4; Jude 1:6; Jude 1:9; Jude 1:12-13

#deliverance #false prophets #empty words #appeal #flesh #slaves to sin #2 Peter 2 #The Epistle of Second Peter #New Testament #BRB #The Reader's Bible #Berean Reader's Bible #Bible Hub

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spotlightstudios · 11 months

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Redesigning B.G. loosely from this lq gif I made a few years back:

She's a lil disproportionate, but that's why I love her ♡ true to form Undertale-inspired, the design doesn't have to be comprehensive, they just gotta be interpreted in a cool way!

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thedeafprophet · 1 year

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Built a little schoolhouse for fun

#prophet's sims nonsense #ts4 build #ts4 historical #im building little things one by one to flesh out a save file. for fun

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lord-of-the-harvest · 8 months

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Perfect Prophetic Tense

A tense often used in the Bible where you describe something in the future with such certainty that it’s described in the past tense.

A tense I just used while writing smut, completely unintentionally.

(Spoilers for Pleasure, Pain, and Power Ch 16)

“Her back was still sore from waking up on her stomach, and wanted it better before she was put in any more back breaking positions”

I THINK I GOT IT!!

#the price of flesh #boyfriend to death #ren hana #tpof fanfic #pleasure pain and power #perfect prophetic tense

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wh40kgallery · 2 months

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War of Dark Revelations

by Tze Kun Chin (陈志堃)

#tau #fire warrior #t'au sept #battlesuit #eldar #drukhari #haemonculus #covens #prophets of flesh #wrack #grotesque #xenos #grimdark #tze kun chin #40k

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carewyncromwell · 2 years

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“You are shameless -- A shameless flirt! Showing some interest couldn't hurt! Some? You show the maximum. And you'd prefer I act like you? Afraid to show interest -- afraid it's taboo?”

~“Vaudeville: Leave Me Alone” from Sideshow

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brief mention of Kaari Arcano @kathrynalicemc

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Once Jacob Cromwell passed all twelve of the NEWTs he sat for with flying colors in the spring of 1991, he left Hogsmeade village to travel the world. Mia was very glad to see him go -- those months of having to see his stupid, smiling face behind the bar of the Three Broomsticks had been an absolute headache to get through. And for the next few years, Mia didn’t collide with Jacob Cromwell once -- something she was very grateful for.

That didn’t mean that she didn’t hear anything about him, in those years. Rosmerta still received letters from Jacob and so spoke of him frequently (and fondly) to Jenie and Ambrosius Flume. There’d be times Mia would overhear some of the Hogwarts professors discussing Jacob, on their trips to Hogsmeade -- talking about how he’d been invited to lecture at Beauxbatons or some such and sounding pleased that he’d turned his life around for the better. Then of course there was the stuff Mia heard through her younger sister Callie.

Callisto “Callie” Flume was the youngest of the Flume sisters, and easily the most outgoing. People warmed up to her very quickly for her sense of humor and amiability, as well as her pretty smile and bold, slightly cheeky attitude. There were those who considered her a total flirt (Mia included), but that didn’t make her any less successful at the Wizarding Wireless Network, where she made her living as a radio host. Although yes, she primarily introduced each song played on the network and announced Network-sponsored contests and products, Callie also tried to arrange and broadcast interviews with well-regarded and/or famous wizards, to spice things up. Some of the interviews she’d arranged -- such as talking to the Irish National Quidditch Team when they first qualified to compete in the 1994 Quidditch World Cup -- had been rather fun to listen to, but others were far less so. Mia had to pause in her work and stroll to the other side of the kitchen so she could switch off the radio playing Callie’s interview with the Weird Sisters’ front-man Myron Wagtail in utter exasperation, after hearing her sister do little but pepper him with pointed compliments for nearly twenty minutes.

One of the people Callie liked getting input from as a contributor, though, ended up being Mia’s sworn enemy, Jacob Cromwell. And yeah, Mia didn’t care for that at all. She was sure to remind Callie of that after she heard her younger sister had once again hosted Jacob on her radio show last month to ask him about the history of the Triwizard Tournament, in anticipation for the climatic Third Task.

Callie, true to form, laughed the whole thing off.

“Oh, come on, Mia,” she teased. “You’re not still all bent out of shape about Jacob, are you? Really, you snap your jaws so much whenever anyone brings him up, one would think you two are bitter exes or something...”

Mia shuddered in utter disgust. “Ugh, the idea! Who in the world would want to date that prat?”

“Quite a few people, actually,” said Callie amusedly, adjusting her glasses on her nose with her middle finger. “Myron Wagtail, for one. And Kaari Arcano, at least casually.”

“Kaari Arcano?” scoffed Mia. “Why am I not surprised -- he’s always been a total flirt -- ”

“There’s nothing wrong with flirting -- get off your high horse,” Callie scolded, her voice dusted with rather cool passive-aggressiveness. “Kar’s a sweetheart: just look at him with his dragons. I frankly think whoever wins his heart for the long term will be very lucky.”

“Love isn’t a sport,” said Mia coolly, “so it’s not about ‘winning’ anything.”

At that moment, Madam Rosmerta came over to the two girls’ table and dropped off two mugs of butterbeer.

“Hello, Callie -- Mia,” she greeted pleasantly.

“Hi, Rosmerta!” Callie said brightly.

She then lowered her voice a bit.

“...I don’t suppose...you’ve heard anything from the school lately, have you? I’d love to have some contributors on about what the Daily Prophet reported, about Albus Dumbledore’s declining mental state, but I wondered if the professors have been ‘round much...”

Rosmerta frowned.

“No, in fact, they haven’t. But frankly, given the intense criticism the Prophet has been lobbing at Dumbledore, I can sort of understand why.”

There was something faintly disapproving in her voice. Callie clearly noticed it too.

“Do you think it unjustified?” she asked. “The criticism Dumbledore has faced, in the light of Cedric Diggory’s accidental death?”

Madam Rosmerta’s lips knit together a bit more tightly.

“Professor Dumbledore has certainly earned his fair share of criticism over the years,” she said solemnly, “but I think it’s a bit tasteless, for people to use someone’s death as ammunition against the Headmaster. Cedric Diggory is not a weapon to be used against others -- he was just a boy, and he deserves to be remembered as such.”

Callie’s eyes had brightened significantly.

“That’s a lovely sentiment,” she said, sounding almost a little too eager for Mia’s liking -- rather like an obnoxious journalist, rather than sounding the least bit empathetic or gentle. “I don’t suppose you’d want to come on my show tomorrow night, to discuss the matter?”

Rosmerta’s expression cooled slightly as she rested a hand on her hip. “Thanks, hon...but I think I’ll pass. I’d hardly consider myself any sort of expert contributor, on this matter.”

She tucked the tray she’d brought their mugs out on under her arm.

“You could always reach out to Jacob about it, though,” she added with a dewy smile. “He should be around, for the interim.”

Mia choked on her butterbeer.

“What?”

“Jacob’s back in Britain?” asked Callie, sounding delighted. “I had no idea! He usually only stops by briefly for the holiday season!”

“To make sure Father Christmas drops off the proper coal in his stocking, I suppose,” Mia said rather coolly.

Callie turned to Mia, her mouth open and fully prepared to correct her, but Rosmerta had pressed on.

“He came back just about a week ago. Said he wanted to come home so he could take some time to reconnect with his family...his sister’s been working at the Ministry, you know -- she’s a fine lawyer...”

“Ah yes, Carewyn!” Callie said brightly. “Jacob speaks so fondly of her...give him your ear, and he’ll talk it off about her!”

“Give him your ear and he’ll talk it off, period,” Mia said dryly.

Callie shot another slightly irked frown at her sister, but Rosmerta paid Mia’s snark no mind.

“He’s found himself a flat in London and he’s just been getting himself settled in. I’m sure if you wanted to talk with him about what happened at the Triwizard Tournament, he’d have some valuable insight on the matter.”

Callie beamed. “Oh, most definitely! Jacob always does seem to have an exciting take on things. Thank you, Rosmerta!”

Rosmerta nodded to the two girls, before heading off to deal with the next round of orders. Mia returned to drinking her butterbeer, rolling her eyes off toward the far corner.

So Jacob Cromwell was back. Great.

Now I have all the reason in the world to avoid London, she thought dully.

Callie turned to Mia, her mouth fixed into a girlish pout.

“I just don’t understand why you’re so determined to pile on poor Jacob,” she said. “Sure, he got into trouble at school...but you know, he really has turned his life around, since then! He’s really been very well-regarded for his Potions lectures -- not to mention the cursebreaking expeditions he’s helped with, for Gringotts! He’s doing a lot of good work, for people...”

“Good work would involve him settling down and getting a real job so he can support his family, rather than running away from them,” Mia said coldly.

Callie gaped. “Running away from them? Oh, Mia, that’s just not fair!”

“What else would you call wandering the world aimlessly by yourself like a homeless man and leaving your family to wonder where you are at any given time?”

“Spreading your wings, perhaps? Traveling, exploring?”

Mia sniffed contemptuously. Callie crossed her arms, resting them down on the table between her and Mia as she fixed her older sister with a reproachful eye.

“Mia, Rosmerta said the whole reason Jacob’s come back to Britain is to reconnect with his family. Does that sound like someone who’s running away? No!”

“It does sound like someone who knows he has been running away, though,” Mia said dryly.

“It sounds like someone who loves his family!” Callie shot back hotly. “Just because he didn’t wimp out like you did and decide to never chase any dreams in the outside world doesn’t mean he doesn’t care!”

Her gaze hardening significantly, Mia put her mug down with a harsh clank.

“Dreams are for sleeping, and I’m not going to sleep while I’m awake,” she shot back harshly. “Dad’s become frailer than ever, in case you haven’t noticed. You don’t think it would break his heart if we weren’t there for him, when he needed us? He didn’t have any family, before he married Mum. He didn’t have anything, before he went to school -- got his job here at Honeydukes! He needs us -- and even if you’re the type to swoon over some bloke for his romantic-sounding adventures, I’m not.”

Callie flinched ever-so-slightly, but she didn’t break. Instead she and Mia stared each other down coldly from across the table.

“Choosing to support your family isn’t wimping out,” Mia said lowly. “It’s taking responsibility. And that’s something the likes of Jacob Cromwell doesn’t know anything about.”

She turned away from her younger sister and took a very long sip of butterbeer.

Callie, meanwhile, had gone very red in the face. She looked like she was having trouble not screaming.

“You’re -- you’re so judgmental, you know that?” the youngest Flume said petulantly. “Honestly, it’s no wonder everyone at school liked Jacob more than you!”

Callie slammed her still largely full mug of butterbeer down on the table with a loud clank of her own and then swept right out of the pub, her kitten heels clacking harshly with each step.

Mia watched her sister go, her sharp green eyes narrowed and her lips tightly knit together, and she took another long sip from her mug, trying hard to ignore the sick, hurt-stained anger twisting her up from the inside.

#my writing #hermia flume #callisto flume #jacob cromwell #madam rosmerta #myron wagtail #kaari arcano #albus dumbledore #cedric diggory #ambrosius flume #my fanfiction #fanfiction #yeah jacob's not in this section but I wanted to write out some ficlets fleshing out mia's inner circle #next up we'll get to meet someone else important to mia -- florean fortescue!#all of this will also help pave the way for mia's involvement in the second wizarding war #because yeah as you can see right now...mia and callie are following the prophet's narrative of cedric's death being an accident #jacob however for sure is not #jacob's real reason for returning to britain is to support and protect his family since he's sensing what's really going on #yes callisto is more on the flighty side compared to her older sisters mia and tia (hey she's three years younger)#but that doesn't mean she's a complete idiot #she does sometimes have a rosy view on people hence the lockhart interview #but she's rather like galinda upland in the sense that she's also able to disarm people easily and prompt them to show their best to her

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the-lady-general · 2 years

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Citadel (r) Abbadon (tm) Black (c): Who are you?

Vallejo Grey Black: I'm you, but shadeable and I cover in one coat

#the lady general rambles #grey black my beloved. my favourite. my precious.#akshually you know what. i will put this in the main tag to save a life.#warhammer #40k #try the vallejo blacks you guys they cover IN. ONE. COAT. can't stress enough how sexy that is.#do not listen to citadel they are the false prophets. apart from rakarth flesh and the golds and sigmarite steel and apothecary white.#oh and necron compound of course #but apart from all those what have citadel ever done for us?

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propheticfire · 2 years

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Dyed my hair today! Couldn't believe this 6-year-old manic panic still worked 😂

Bonus there was a sunbeam and I looked so badass pic:

#Prophetic Fire in the flesh

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originlist · 2 years

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@bonmotx asked:

!! Winks cutely hiiii i'm late Seimei Bei i am vibe checking our muses relationship // selectively accepting

the crane wife remains hidden because she’s afraid, because she doesn’t know how to live within humanity. because she wants to live she overcorrects, tears and weaves and starves. bei’s claws are torn off to fall bloody on the floor. because it’s the way they’ve been told to survive.

you press your fingers to the bloody bed of a bird’s talon, and the bleeding stops with a cool wisp of magic. you could smooth the skin over, too, and hide the dewclaw on bei’s wrist as an easy matter. you don’t. there is no need to pretend a bird is not a bird to you, that a mutt isn’t a mutt. who cares, so long as there isn’t someone else’s blood on the underside of the talon.

the crane tears at her skin to find worth, and starves for it. bei copies sigils and pours into them until their fingers are so deeply stained with ink you’re unsure if it doesn’t reach to the bone. you hope they don’t starve for it, but what do you know. birds stretch out on air-light bones and leave pitch ink-stains in their hair from absently pushing it back over an ear all for the sake of love. and what do you know of love?

what do you know about why a crane weaves her feathers into a cloak and calls herself a wife when you barely even know why someone would want that. what do you know about why bei looks up at you and clung so tightly to your gaze. what do you know about love, you who has never felt it? you who can’t feel it? you don’t love, and you don’t understand the feelings of those who do, as you carefully run cloth over the blackened smudges on bei’s hair and face until the call themselves clean again.

the bird left after what it is was found out. you sit, foxeyed, and watch bei’s breathing as they sleep in the shape of something neither human nor youkai, rough fur thin over their spine, talons filed to dull harmlessness. will they fly away, too? you blink and a cage exists over them. would the crane still leave if she had stayed to see if she were wanted? it’s not ‘human’ to tie bei to you. you aren’t ‘human’, they aren’t ‘human’, isn’t that what it was for?

you would let them tear a feather from themselves. in the singular, never enough to start breaking apart, only if you are still there to hold your hand to the wound. to understand love through blood, through claim, through whatever this nameless want is. whatever bei is, whatever love is, the inhuman thing slowly learning that good and human are what one decides to be.

you take a strand of their hair and run it between your fingers. earlier, it left streaks of ink over your skin. maybe whatever ‘it’ is, is the fact it’s snowy again because you insisted. maybe in this story the bird doesn’t fly away, because it’s never asked to. you’re glad, at least, that of the things you’ve seen on bei, the feathers were never prominent.

#bonmotx #[ SEIMEIBEI ] i touched your flesh; prophet of your end

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