#zephania

[littlegeecko]

Happy pride!!!!!! heres som cute ships and some flags!!

Each of em have their respective text :] Previously posted on twitter!

[thetheoreticaljehovist]

I shall without fail finish everything off the surface of the ground,” is the utterance of Jehovah. “I shall finish off earthling man and beast. I shall finish off the flying creature of the heavens and the fishes of the sea, and the stumbling blocks with the wicked ones; and I will cut off mankind from the surface of the ground,” is the utterance of Jehovah. “And I will stretch out my hand against Judah and against all the inhabitants of Jerusalem, and I will cut off from this place the remaining ones of the Ba'al, the name of the foreign-god priests along with the priests, and those who are bowing down upon the roofs to the army of the heavens, and those who are bowing down, making sworn oaths to Jehovah and making sworn oaths by Mal'cam; and those who are drawing back from following Jehovah and who have not sought Jehovah and have not inquired of him.

Zephaniah 1:2-6, NWT

[sky-letters]

The Lord your God in your midst, The Mighty One, will save; He will rejoice over you with gladness, He will quiet you with His love, He will rejoice over you with singing.

Zephaniah 3:17 NKJV

[nicolawritesnovels]

So something is stilted in this story and I can’t figure out what. I’ve got my main characters, and I don’t know. I’m bored. I thought this was going to be an epic story, but Hazael’s POV is weird and awkward and I don’t know why. She was supposed to have a lot of inner dialogue and I’m not sure why she doesn’t. 

All I’m getting is some awkward and not well worded comments about her crush on Zeph. 

I’ve only been able to write like 1k a day, and part of it is timing, and headaches, but like... I don’t know. 

I entirely lack focus. 

And I don’t like this one bit. It’s not fun. 

I need to figure out what’s wrong so I can fix it. 

[idontmakeart]

About Zephania: how she was then, how she is now.

a/n: I like writing about Xavier and Zeph. It's like the more I write about them, the more I know about them.

I remember you sitting there by the window, with sunlight on your skin, a book in your hands, and imaginings in your messed up head.

You looked pretty, Zeph. You always do. Even with those voices turning you to someone else, someone you're not. And God, do I love you.

I just woke up, with the dreams of you still lingered on my eyelids.

I could smell the evening air like it was flowing right from you. I could see you glowed as the sun began to set. You didn't move, I didn't move my eyes from you.

I always knew you were something else, Zeph. Something special. Something that had the full power to destroy me to my every bit.

We were both each other’s escape. Not in the same context. You were my escape from the dullness that is my life; while I was your escape from your mess.

But I was never your escape from the voices and your tendencies to disappear. I guess it was enough even though I wasn't enough.

You closed your book and looked at me. Your stare was different, as if you were saying goodbye.

I stared back at you, with a smile in my eyes, to let you know I was more than happy to have you. I didn't dare to blink because I was also scared of losing you.

I knew, I just knew, that you were about to leave, Zeph. I could feel it in my gut, wrenching it. But I didn’t speak of it. I just lied there on my bed, with my eyes stuck on you, watching your every move.

Please, don’t leave, I prayed.

But you left, Zephania. God damn it, you left.

And all you are now is a shadow, a ghost that lives in every corner of this house.