The Nazarene - יֵשׁוּעַ (Fake | Roleplay)
@thenazarene.bsky.social
I've tried for three years.. Seems like ninety. (RP|JCS|21+|#WinsomeDescent| Parody) Dead Dove: Do Not Eat
❛𝑴𝒂𝒎𝒂, 𝒘𝒆'𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒔. 𝑴𝒂𝒎𝒂, 𝒘𝒆'𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒘, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚'𝒓𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒇𝒇𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒊𝒛𝒆.ᐟ❜ ⛧°. Bᴇᴇʟᴢᴇʙᴜʙ . °⛧ 🪰 independent portrayal 🪰 triggers && mature themes 🪰 not affiliated with Gerard Way #GoodOmensRP #SPNRP #HorrorRP #SandmanRP #Crossovers
《 @thenazarene.bsky.social 》 𝑬𝒙𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒚 preachy this one, he is welcome in Rome as long as I live. A man who is lost but holds a heart to helping others. I do not agree with the preaching. But he is a sweet man.
“Make me stronger than I am?”
“You speak of the Kingdom of Heaven as though it is waiting somewhere far away.” The carpenter sat on the edge of the fountain wall, turning a splinter of olive wood between his fingers. “But if a man cannot be kind to the people already in front of him, what makes him
“…if not now, then when?”
@bigsweetguy.bsky.social Egypt rises around him in heat and light, white stone and gold catching the sun until it almost hurts to look at. The palace is worse—too large, too polished, every surface reflecting something back at itself as though the place cannot bear to look outward.
His throat tightened, and his voice cracked again, more broken now. “Don’t forget me,” he whispered once more, softer, a plea meant for no one but the stones around him. “Don’t forget me…”
His fingers dug into the rough fabric of his tunic as though clutching at the last thread of hope. “I told you the truth—don’t let me rot here in the dark.” The shaft of light above him felt cruel in its smallness, a reminder of the world he could not reach.
Joseph’s voice broke as he pressed his forehead to his knees, rocking where he sat on the cold stone floor. “Don’t forget me…” His words came out hoarse, almost swallowed by the damp silence of the prison. “Don’t… please, don’t leave me here.”
His head tilts, just slightly, like he’s listening for something beneath the silence. “Come out.” Not loud. Not shouted. But it carries. He paused, shifted his weight. “You’re not as invisible as you think you are…If Rome wants something, it usually has the spine to ask.”
@belchiaroscuro.bsky.social Does Margo still need help with her house?
He steps into the wilderness and the light strips the world of softness. The hills rise in chalk-coloured folds, edges blurred by heat. Wind skims sand across stone, erasing his footprints almost as soon as he makes them.
Yesh jerked awake with a sound that didn’t quite make it past his teeth. The room was the same—dark, close, quiet. Dust, olive oil, yesterday’s bread. His blanket twisted round his legs like it meant to hold him down.
𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 . . . 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞 ❤️&🔄 #𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐑𝐏 𝐗 #𝐌𝐕𝐑𝐏
@childofstheno.bsky.social *Clings. All the clinging.*
