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{ Indie Iblīs from Islamic mythos. OC and crossover friendly. }

[ubuntuliberation-blog]

In Islam, Satan is identified as the single angel who, setting himself apart from all other angelic beings, refused God’s command to bow down before Adam on the day of his creation. When questioned by the Creator as to why he disobeyed, the Devil answered that he bowed down solely to the Divine, not to any of the created. Unrepentant, he also argued that God’s will determines all things, so it would not have been possible for him to refuse God’s command unless God himself had allowed him to do so. For this, he was banished from Heaven and was taken away from the presence of God. No more does the eye of God enlighten him; no more will the touch of God give him joy. But in spite of this punishment, he has never lost his love for God. He alone, of all beings in the cosmos, loves God without gain, without hope, without even the possibility of feeling loved in return. Thus, seen objectively, this unrequited love is the most pure of any. The Devil serves without reward. Even while bearing the burden of eternal separation, the Devil has taken on the thankless and usually misunderstood task of creating obstacles for human beings. What few realize is that, through rising above these obstacles, we are able to rise where he cannot go, stepping over him in our ascent toward our own higher natures. The Devil toughens us, forces us to remain awake, an offers lessons as no other angel can. Would we ever have learned to walk if our parents had continued to carry us everywhere? Our troubles and temptations, even if truly given to us by the Devil, are still ultimately gifts of God.

Ibrahimu (via ubuntuliberation)

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casual reminder iblis (accidentally) fucked the entire species over #whoops

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djinn club 2k15 pls

[selfembodiment-archive-deactiva]

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[selfembodiment-archive-deactiva]

"You don’t happen to have some spare change do you?” There was nothing he hated more than asking for money. It  shamed him. He felt like an embarrassment,  but he was rather desperate.  

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 The Ifrit’s eyes narrowed first in irritation,  then in simple dislike. After the eternal enslavement that the Jinn had been subjected to, why should this human ask for even more of a handout from the  creature’s  kind?   Iblīs  drew  itself  up, lips pressing into a firm and irritated line.

      “—Certainly not, and if I did, it wouldn’t        go to a charity case such as you.”

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                                                    || obsessiiive

Iblīs, though patient with those of its own species, could not repress the baring of teeth, the snarl on its lips. “You smell awful,” the Ifrit huffed petulantly. No more awful than normal humans, although there was the acrid smell of alcohol and cigarettes and drugs that clung to the man’s skin. It was dreadful, being trapped with humans with far too keen a sense of smell. Simply dreadful.

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djinn club 2k15 pls

[geniist-archive-blog]

       ███ ℊ;; ╾╾ 

            To say that he hated the other for all that he had been through in the last              hundred thousands of years was a lie.. He himself could not hate someone,              now the other Djinn’s, that’s a different story. Genie’s were not meant to be              tied down, so why had he allowed them to fall into the hands of humans?

            His shoulders loosened as the other showed no harm, his eyes watching             him closely. Unlike other Djinn’s, Genie was not one to hold grudges, he             was a happy, laid back spirit, others were tense, and a bit scary even.             But after being put into slavery, who wouldn’t be crabby?

                                  ❛ Not at the moment, no. I was just wandering.                                      What are you doing here? ❜

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            It was bizarre — foreign — to  have  another Djinn treating it             in  such  a  manner.  There  had  been  only  few  to be openly             hostile  towards  the  Ifrit,  the  vast majority lying somewhere             between  fear  and  a  quiet  disdain.   Iblīs   cocked   its  head,             hazarding a few steps closer, putting its hands behind its back.

            The answer, and the following question, made Iblīs look towards             the trees uneasily.  It  had  been on its way to wreak havoc on a             nearby village – it’s what the creature did best, really, and there             was no use denying one’s nature.  As  starved  for company as             the little devil was,  it  couldn’t  very  well  knowingly  pass  by             another Djinn.  A  wry,  nostalgic smile weaseled its way to the             creature’s face as it began to speak.

                                 “—I felt the presence of another Djinn. You. Once it                                   was my duty to know each Djinn. Now, not so much.                                   Now  my  duty  is  to  torment  humans,  give  them                                   something to fear.  S—ay,  your  master  isn’t in the                                   village? If you are under contract, I’d certainly avoid                                   them until the contract has ended. I’m patient. Unless                                   you’d like me to, ah, snip the thread a bit prematurely.”

            Cue a shark-tooth grin splitting its face. As polite and unassuming             as the creature was to its fellow Djinn,  that courtesy didn’t extend             to the ones that trapped its  family  in  enslavement.  The  species             responsible for Iblīs’ own downfall.

[bartimaeusrekhyt]

There was a flat tone to god’s voice that made Bartimaeus look up, the easy posture he’d fallen back into stiffening, calcifying until he was utterly still. And…oh, yes. Those were claws. Bartimaeus indulged himself in a brief inner monologue consisting mostly of Aramaic and ancient Babylonian curse words even as he sat up straighter. 

"Oh, nobody, really. Look, most of the time they’re other spirits set on those courses by magicians anyway." He had no qualms about directing Iblis’ attentions towards humans, but he was a little uneasy about bringing other spirits into this. Even Faquarl, tempting as that was. He hated the other djinn, of course, but it was a very specific sort of hate that didn’t quite extend to directing potentially bloodthirsty deities his way. Detonations that collapsed statues on him, absolutely. Locking him in a sarcophagus and collapsing a nearby wall on top of it, certainly. But nothing to actively imply that he should be murdered by anyone else. Not quite. “At any rate, I like to think that I give as good as I get.” Most of the time. Usually. 

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“Magicians,” the Ifrit repeated icily, snarling and rolling its eyes. It wasn’t annoyed with Bartimaeus, however, and was quick to take a few steps backwards after realizing the other Djinn’s unease. “Quite a prideful species, aren’t they? Calling themselves magicians when in reality they’re just slave-traders. I’ve yet to see a human perform more than mere parlor tricks without the aid of the Djinn. Pathetic.”

And even more pathetic is that they were enslaved by such a horrid and disgusting species. Worse, still, that it was the creature’s fault. Iblīs’ annoyance grew and its form flickered before the Djinn shook its head, going back to the regular disguise of a small boy. “Ah, I realize there isn’t much other spirits can do when… ordered. One day the humans will meet their end, as such they deserve. They just need, perhaps, a push in the right direction.”

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Little child... thing! Have you ever looked at your hands and just been like... 'wow... guy what are those things?'

       ……. no(t usually)

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sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo can you reproduce... or something or like is that a no-no? Can we try either way?

         nasty.

[liraztheseraph-archive-blog]

"If nothing is something,” she started, “Doesn’t that defeat the purpose of it being nothing?” The seraph raised her eyebrow at the creature in front of her. It was odd - childlike - but pinged fear centers in her brain at the same time. “I suppose since you won’t answer my question, I won’t answer yours. You didn’t seem particularly interested in telling me what you are and I’m not particularly interested in telling you what I am until I know. So why don’t I start with an easier question, hm?”

She studied its reaction. “Who are you? More specifically, what’s your name? I feel like that will be a question that the both of us will be more willing to answer. But if you prefer, I suppose we could merely speak in riddles. I’ve known myself to be a fan of riddles.”

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“That was rather my point,” the creature affirmed dryly. It decided not to point out that really it had asked first. Who got so defensive over their species? Perhaps the Jinn would; Iblīs was not ashamed of what it was, but what of its family? They were, after all, destined to be slaves. Still, the creature just wasn’t curious enough to press the matter further.

The Ifrit scoffed, rolling its eyes. “Riddles are for those who only wish to obfuscate themselves. Particularly when they have nothing of genuine value to say.” Pretentious fools. They were used much too often. Still, the question about Iblīs’ name made the creature curl its lip in disdain. If she’d had any education in the topic of religion, she’d recognize it. And where was the fun in that?

“Iblīs.”

[iblxs]

I am better than he! Thou didst create me from fire, and him from clay.

                        iblīs from islamic theology!                               paras , shorts , etc                      kinda lazy with formatting tbh                  mun is basically a big smiley face                          muse is a big frowny face                but it's the devil what did you expect

[geniist-archive-blog]

   Master after master, it never ended. ‘I’ll do it, I’ll set you free!’    A promise broken with each master, leaving Genie to spend    the next ten thousand years in a bottle until a new master    came. He hated this life, before he had been free, and freedom    was hard to come by these days. Everyone wants three wishes,    who has time to grant a cosmic being his freedom?

   Though his newest master had promised to set him free, he     wasn’t sure. The kid was certainly trouble, but everyday he     allowed himself to get closer to him. He was starting to be a    friend more than a master. But rules were rules. Three     wishes, and then poof, he disappears back into the lamp.    Aladdin was toughing it out for as long as he could though,    Genie could tell, he had one wish left, and he was trying so    hard to not use it; it was sort of admiring.

   Aladdin had allowed him to roam, or more of so, sent him on     a mission, and just because he liked the kid, he wasn’t going    to charge him a wish. He changed his appearance around    every corner, just messing around really. Until he heard a     familiar voice behind him, his shoulders went up as he tensed.    Slowly he turned around to face the other.

                            ❝ Iblis? ❞

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     It wasn’t fair that all others should pay the prices for one fallen leader, that Iblīs’ species should be the ones subjected  to  the  suffering of being constantly shoved about  by  mere  humans.    That  they,  nearly  godlike themselves,  should  be  forced  into  submission  by a weaker species. But gods never did play fair, did they?

   If Iblīs alone had been subjected to the tortuous existence, it would have been no more than the creature deserved. But this punishment,  watching its family suffer while it could do nothing but curse humans?  It was cruel.  Iblīs could almost taste the hurting in this one.  Had  this  one  even been alive during Iblīs’ betrayal? Punished for something as simple as being  born  into  the  wrong  species?

    Almost immediately, Iblīs regretted speaking. The other didn’t seem afraid – perhaps apprehensive, but the tensing of  the  shoulders  hadn’t gone unnoticed. And immediately, the creature was backing up, both palms raised in an effort to  show  no  harm  was  to  come. The name being spoken almost  brought  its  lips  up  into a smile, but Iblīs stamped those  feelings  out,  keeping  the  expression  neutral.

             “I didn’t mean to startle you. I do apologize. Are you busy?”

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                                  || geniist

Iblīs, though considered the father of Jinn, was not accustomed to conversations with them. That problem lay, truthfully, in part due to the Ifrit’s reluctance to socialise. But of course, there was always the betrayal looming over the creature’s head. What sort of father – what sort of creature – would curse its species, its family, to an eternity of enslavement?

Not that Iblīs had ever had a choice, not that it wanted for everything to fall apart and crumble beneath it. Of course not. Iblīs may have become the devil, but it wasn’t truly a monster. Not to its family, as cast out as Iblīs had become, it still fought with a fierce loyalty to protect it.

It was due to its hesitance to converse and the heavy burden of knowing exactly what its reputation was, that Iblīs didn’t know how to react. Reactions came in all forms – from ignorance to hatred. Iblīs wasn’t scared of any retaliation, but it still hurt the creature to see fear.

     “Brother?”

[ameliamelodyrosepond-harkne-blog]

“Dad, I told you, there’s nothing here!” Amelia wined again into her vortex manipulator. “The computers must have glitched up or something.”

According to the computers back at the Torchwood hub, something had been going on here. It wasn’t rift activity, the computer was sure of that, but the damn thing wasn’t sure as to what was there, so Amelia had gone in blind, something her father wasn’t too keen on.

“Are you sure, Amelia? What is there?” her father’s voice radiated through the device on her wrist. Amelia looked around, there really wasn’t much there. There was a tree, which she then leaned against as she answered her father’s question.

“Yes, dad. I’m sure.” She answered in annoyance. “A tree. There’s a tree. I’m leaning against a tree.” She added answering his second question.

“Well did you scan the tree? Maybe that’s what the computer was talking about.” Amelia just rolled her eyes at his suggestion.

“Fine, fine. I’ll scan the bloody tree and call ya back.” She answered, not waiting for his goodbye to turn off the phone function. “Scan the tree, you scan the bloody tree.” She mumbled to herself as she pushed off of the tree to stand and face it once again. Her attention then went back to the vortex manipulator as she set up a scan for the plain, old, normal tree in front of her.

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The creature scampered down the tree just slightly, claws digging into the trunk to keep balance. It was careful to keep out of sight of the barely-human, pale eyes fixated on the device on her wrist. Surely not some mobile phone; it had learned about those. But it did seem to be a communication device, with the barely-human’s male parental unit.

There was a disgruntled chattering growl as she leaned against the tree, and Iblīs ascended the tree, still keeping a wary eye. Scan the tree for what? Iblīs cocked its head as the barely-human turned around to face the tree. The Ifrit kept where it was, perched now in a branch, its claws on both fingers and toes dug deeply into the branch, a scowl on its face.

“What do you want?”

[galanthusxnivalis-deactivated20]

Now, slowly, she will allow her gaze to fully settle on the other. Eyes alight with some form of excitement, as though she’s just discovered the cure to some terrible disease. An epiphany of sorts has reached the blonde. ❝I mean— Well, like—-_ What if that was their cat law. And if they didn’t, wear hats that is, they were punished by execution. By the other cats. Because I feel like cats would be pretty strict with their laws.❞

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An epiphany indeed. Iblīs can’t help the amused smirk that curls over its lips as it continues to listen about ‘cat law’. The human seems so excited about her ridiculous theory, and Iblīs can’t help but to ponder about what normally goes on in the blonde’s head to make her so interested in something such as cats wearing hats. And anyway, she was wrong.

“Why would they be strict? I’d imagine that as long as no one was bothering each other, then what’s a silly hat, or lack thereof, going to do? It’s probably the dogs that are stern with the rules. I imagine the creatures with… lower intelligence need to abide by more rules. Humans. Dogs. Goldfish. Head lice. The general scum of the planet.”

Cue a casual glance to its fingernails.

[nanshe-of-nina]

MYTHOLOGY MEME || Legendary Creatures (1/8) ↬ Djinn In pre-Islamic Arabian folklore, the Djinn (الجن) were revered as minor deities or nature spirits. After Islam, however, they became imagined as creatures created by Allah out of smokeless fire. Allah commanded the Djinn and the Angels to bow to Adam, but the leader of the Jinn, Iblis (إبليس‎), refused and was expelled from Paradise. Not all Djinn are evil, however. They possess Free Will, much like humans, and so they run the gamut from benevolent to amoral tricksters to outright evil.