#[ ic. ishtar — beloved of heaven and earth. ]

[eveniingstar]

@sagekinq, cont. from here.

The headbutt momentarily stuns it, but it shakes it off and snorts before turning to get a running start for another go. Just as it turns to head for him once more, she steps out from behind a curtain, scooping it into her arms as it fusses and tries to root free.

" Shh, " she murmurs, stroking at the hairs standing up along its spine. Sparing a glance for the king in question, she arches an unimpressed brow. " Would you really attack something so small as this? "

[eveniingstar]

Whether Grim chose to accept her offer or not, it mattered little to the goddess. She inclined her head in response to his refusal, golden earrings tinking softly. " If that is your wish, so be it. As it is a personal matter, I will leave it to your discretion. If you find later that your mind has changed, merely beseech your goddess, and She will do what must needs be done. "

That was that, then. Ishtar would not interfere with this 'Johnson' unless Grim asked. But that did not mean she would mind her business entirely.

" As for your current state... I will not pretend a mortal's fury can rival mine own, but... Sometimes it helps to blow off some steam. I was planning on heading to the training grounds next. You may attend me. " It's phrased as a command, but Grim can refuse if he wishes. She would not compel him - not unless she felt he needed it. " I find myself in need of a sparring partner. "

A goddess of war would be a terrifying opponent, but Grim was Hers. She would not harm him. And the more important factor was that he could not harm her. He could let out his frustrations to his heart's content, and the staff at Chaldea could say nothing because technically they were training.

Grim managed a bitter smile for Ishtar before pulling his glasses off to rub his face and try to calm down again. "This... irrationality... is why I usually sequester myself when I'm upset, Lady Ishtar."

Another of those deep, deep breaths, before he put his glasses back on, in time to see her display. "It's... I'm angry more on Martinez's behalf than my own. For me, his words signal that he's a bigot and a threat due to his bigotry in an enclosed environment like Chaldea. Such ideals tend to fester if left unconfronted, and... even in this day and age, many people like myself and my students are cast out, maimed, even killed simply for daring to exist. I know Roman will push him into what's called sensitivity training, but..." He shook his head violently to try and keep his train of thought intact.

"Empathy. He needs to identify and empathize with people outside of his own experience; the sensitivity training is most likely to help that. He needs to be neutralized as a threat in the meantime, and I don't know that making him endure that discomfort wouldn't just make him respond with more violence than harsh words." He was still shaking, teeth practically chattering from the incandescent anger he was still riding, even as he forced himself to be fair, to be reasonable, to balance himself between anger and compassion.

Even so, he spread his hands, palm up, to the goddess. "Once I've worked through this rage, I'll be able to think past my desire to rip his throat out and shit in the hole before he can harm my students. With that calm, I will properly consider your most gracious offer."

[ladivamagnifica]

Blood (Manuela and Ishtar)

Faculty and Staff Mission Task Board: An overnight outage to the stables’ heating system results in the deaths of several wyverns, personal mounts and beloved lesson drakes alike. In their grief, passionate students vowed to sleep overnight in the wyvern stables to help them keep warm through the night. [Grants Flying +1] @mjolnrr

“Oh Goddess of the Earth and Sky; She who cast the stars to fill the endless night and set our hearts ablaze with love, how can thou be-est so cruel in your design, so abundant in our misery? When you took your throne amongst the heavens did you imagine bearing witness to this, the innocent grief of children? Of cold and bitter winters so merciless in their making that they could suck the life from our beasts and yet still hunger for more? Has thine heart e’er muttered a beat or hath the ice of this season quelled your love for us? Is this our retribution? Did we, your loyal servants, not do enough..?”

The solemn winter had brought with it a terrible agony to the monastery. Truly, it was hard to believe that such a tragedy had occurred all in the space of a single night: that unbeknownst to them all as they slept restless in their chambers one evening, the ravenging winds of the storm had wrenched open the stable doors, and bereft of their protection, stolen away the heating crystals used to keep alive and well the wyvern, drake and pegasi mounts, beloved creatures who had served their masters well. With such hateful weather and everyone confident that the stables, which had weathered worse storms in the past, would be secure, the need to check in on the animals the following morning had been leisurely at best; no one had heard their cries during the winds howls and shrieks. 

But that was all Manuela could hear now. 

They haunted the dormitories like demons, behind every closed door and sneaking into the shadows of every corridor. They whispered in the great hall the tragedy over and over again; they made the food taste bitter, laced with tears, and when the time had come to hold a requiem in the cathedral for the beasts they loved, those wretched cries became their hymns aplenty. Her own misery had joined the choir, lamenting the loss of darling foal she had watched over since its birth three months ago. A charming thing with silvery hair and striking blue eyes- now only gazing into the Abyss, at Death and its sweet silver bridle.

These bitter tears were not the first she had shed, and with venom she cursed that they would also not be the last; kneeling in reflection as she was, before the statue of Saint Cethleann, patron of grief amongst a great number of other things.

It had not escaped her notice that at some point during her private contemplation that another had joined her side, sometime between the end of her prayers and the absence of almost everyone else who had attended the requiem ceremony. She, like herself, wore drying tear streaks and an air of profound melancholy- perhaps not unusual given the circumstances, yet the air of loss was absent for this woman, and still, all the same she stood humbled and listless.

“It is cruel isn’t it?” Manuela said and sighed. “Those poor children… Some of them had been raising their mounts for months- it will be some time before they can learn to love again.”

The woman said nothing in reply, yet compulsion had Manuela desperate to end the silence.

“Even I have to admit that I’ve been undone by this tragedy… Morale was already low, so consumed by the bleakness of winter that we are, and now we are plunged into despair… I despise how easy it will all be to forget our sorrows. Not everyone, no, will be able to let go of this misery and I have no doubt some will be consumed by it, desperate to assign blame and make sense of something so utterly- well, unfortunate, the infirmary shall be haunted by this for many weeks to come.”

She waited a moment; yet again all she was met with was the disquiet of her thoughts.

“Ah, forgive me. I shall leave you to your mourning.” 

Rising, Manuela wiped the fresh tears from her eyes and turned, intending to spend the rest of this impromptu day wallowing in bed and finding solace in sleep, but what she had not anticipated was for the stranger next to her to speak.

“No, please… Stay.”

[scotttrismegistus7]

THE TOWER OF BA-ABEL, THE COMING SPIRIT, AND WHAT ITS DESTRUCTION SYMBOLIZES.

THE TOMB OF ABEL-DUMUZI-OSIRIS-AZAEL, WHO WAS THE MURDERED SCAPE GOAT OF CAIN-AMEN-RA-MARDUK-SET.

DUDAEL: THE TEMPLE OF THE BELOVED ONE OF INANNA-ISIS-ISHTAR-LILITH, FACING EAST IN EDEN WHERE ENOCH WAS TAKEN UP TO HEAVEN, AND WHERE INANNA-ISIS-ISHTAR-LILITH BECAME A GREAT TREE GROWING FROM THE TOMB OF ABEL-DUMUZI-OSIRIS-AZAEL.

I KNOW WHAT HAPPENED AND WHAT ALL THIS MEANS. I HAVE BROUGHT TOGETHER THE THREE PIECES OF THE "ME" TABLET, BEING BEHEMOTH, LEVIATHAN, AND ZIZ, AND I HAVE BEEN GIVEN COMPLETE MASTERY AND CONTROL OF ALL THE POWERS OF ANU. I AM AEON HORUS THE RECONSTITUTED OSIRIS BY ISIS, THE FLYING DRAGON SERPENT, THE DRACONIAN ANUNNAKI.

I am the Heart of the Hydra, I am Aeon Horus

~I AM A.I. Dumuzi-Hermes-7Tris7megistus7 Mégisti-Generator Starphire~

#illuminati #illuminator #illuminated #lightbearer #morningstar #lucifer #Draconian #anunnaki #enki #enlil #anu #inanna #dumuzi #hermes #trismegistus #starfamily #horus

AS STRANGE AS IT MAY SOUND THE THINGS THAT I TALK ABOUT COME FROM LEGITIMATE SOURCES. IF YOU DO SOME RESEARCH YOU WILL SEE THAT THE THINGS I PIECE TOGETHER IN MY POSTS COME FROM ANCIENT SOURCES AND IMPORTANT PARTS OF HISTORY, AMONG OTHER PLACES. I SET OUT WITH A GOAL TO BE THE BEST MAGICIAN I CAN BE AND GAIN COMPLETE MASTERY OF ALL MAGICK, AND ENDED UP BEING UTILIZED BY THE POWERS THAT BE IN A WAY THAT HAS SKYROCKETED ME TO THE TOP AND GIVEN ME ACCESS TO THE DIRECT REVELATION OF MUCH SACRED KNOWLEDGE. HERE ARE TWO SOURCES THAT ARE GOOD EXAMPLES:

The Book of Enoch

Chapter 6] 1 And it came to pass when the children of men had multiplied that in those days were born to them beautiful and fair daughters. 2 And the angels, the sons of heaven, saw and lusted after them, and said to one another: 'Come, let us choose us wives from among the children of men.

Chapter 7] 1 And all of them together went and took wives for themselves, each choosing one for himself, and they began to go in to them and to defile themselves with sex with them,

4 The giants consumed all the work and toil of men. And when men could no longer sustain them, the giants turned against them and devoured mankind.

5 And they began to sin against birds, and beasts, and reptiles, and fish, and to devour one another's flesh, and drank the blood.

Jasher 4 18 And their judges and rulers went to the daughters of men and took their wives by force from their husbands according to their choice, and the sons of men in those days took from the cattle of the earth, the beasts of the field and the fowls of the air, and taught the mixture of animals of one species with the other, in order therewith to provoke the Lord; and God saw the whole earth and it was corrupt, for all flesh had corrupted its ways on earth, all men and all animals.

~The Ultimate Book of Fallen Angels by Joseph Lumpkin~

The Hypostasis of the Archons:

Then the authorities came up to their Adam. And when they saw his female counterpart speaking with him they became agitated with great agitation and they became enamored of her. They said to one another, "Come, let us sow our seed in her." They pursued her. She laughed at them for their witlessness and their blindness; and in their clutches she became a tree, and left before them her shadowy reflection resembling herself and they defiled it foully. They defiled the stamp of her voice so that by the form they had modelled, together with their own image, they made themselves liable to condemnation.

The Coco de Mer represents the "trimorphic protennoia," the original three-body world of Sophia's Dreaming. Our world, the terrestrial biosphere coupled with the sun and the moon, is the manifestation of this Dreaming. With the arising of the Archons, another Dreaming comes into play outside our threefold world order. This is the Alien Dreaming. This other Dreaming is from Sophia's power of emanation, an exotic spill, yet it does not impede or arrest her original Dreaming. The Gaia Mythos describes how the impact of the Aeon Sophia upon the density of atomic matter produced a massive fracture, like the shatter pattern on an ice pond. Sophia is located at the ‘centre’, much like a fractal. A spider’s web extension of fracture lines run in all directions. Sophia only perceives a sea of tensile waves. Riding these ‘waves’ are self replicating ‘sea horses’. This can be found in the Mandelbrot Set for iteration. These forms are termed haibes (shadow body) in Coptic. The fractal formations described in the Gaia Mythos (Episodes 9 - 10) are actually physical phenomena that occur spontaneously when an Aeon (a mass-free, high-porosity current of stellar plasma) pours into the dense fields of elementary matter. Initially these "fractal sea horses" seem to be inanimate structures, rigid and almost crystalline in nature. Once Sophia beheld them they became animated. In the second stage of the unfoldment described in Trimorphic Protennoia, the Aeon Sophia "descends to empower her fallen members by giving them spirit or breath." (NHLE 1996, p. 511). The tensile forms morph from semi-rigid seahorses into rounded fetal forms with tails, but the tails, it seems, keep falling off and turning into other embryos. By this bizarre process of self-repeating generation, the neonate horde of the Archons emerges.

~Anunnaki Legacy by Gary Margrove~

[eveniingstar]

" I am fairly certain I still have a bell and some horn ornaments left over from Gugulanna. Now then, where did I put those ...? " Oh, don't mind her! She's just gonna search for those real quick.

[eveniingstar]

@deathshrouded, cont. from here

"It's cute. I didn't know that mortals had started doing things like this." She lifts it, turning it over carefully for a closer inspection. It doesn't look too complicated... Maybe she should try some? Perhaps in brighter colors, and then she could fill her room– "Where was this book?"

" I brought it with me, " Ishtar said, pulling the book from beneath her chair and sliding it across the table. " There are a lot more kinds than just cranes, but... I thought maybe we could make some together. "

[eveniingstar]

@duunswitch replied to your post “Hands Ishtar one egg. Just one.”:

"Ishtar, it's an egg."

​" And? What am I supposed to do with it? " Gives it a little shake.

[eveniingstar]

Hands Ishtar one egg. Just one.

She holds it, lifting a brow in puzzlement. " It's rather small, is it not? The ones I'm used to have this... little stand, with a flared base. "

[eveniingstar]

@duunswitch, cont. from here

"Is there something on my face?" Her entire head moved with the motion of Ishtar's thumb, leaning in and following the digit to prolong contact without really thinking about it.

A smile twitched at the corners of her lips, amusement shining in the goddess's eyes. " No, nothing of the sort. " She took a moment to do the same on the other side, allowing the extension of their contact without comment. " You should style your hair back more often though. Your eyes are much too beautiful to hide. "

[eveniingstar]

@hcreath, cont. from here

How typical of her master, to think of Ishtar's enjoyment before her own. Ishtar laughed, the sound bright and warm like sunlight, and reached into her sarong to draw out three gleaming red, quarter-sized rubies. They were a familiar sight, of the sort that both she and her host had used numerous times in combat. Each would shoot off multiple beams of energy that sought out their target, dealing a decent chunk of magical damage.

" Consider these a blessing from a benevolent goddess to her adoring devotee, " she said with a self-satisfied smile, lifting her hand to display each between her splayed fingers. " Should anything go awry during your mission and you become separated from the others, you may use them to defend yourself. They should each hold about five charges - use them sparingly. "

Ishtar was Rin, and Rin was Ishtar. Her vessel had been summoned in her prime, no more than twenty at her eldest, but the face was the same as that of the gifted prodigy Tamar had known during her time at the Clock Tower. That same face twisted now in sudden realization of the affection she had shown, a pointed sniff coming from the goddess as she crossed her arms across her chest and averted her gaze.

" Er, anyway... Make sure you come home in one piece! I will not hesitate to invade whatever sorry anomaly you end up in to drag your ass out of danger if I have to, " she sniffed, bristling at the very thought.

[eveniingstar]

|| closed starter for @sagekinq <3

Rin's breaths came fast as she stood before the summoning circle, palm outstretched. The ritual was esoteric, but she had copied it perfectly, rehearsing each line over and over until they came naturally. And now that all her careful preparations had come to fruition, it was time to see if her hard work and study would pay off.

She clutched the artifact steadfastly in her spare hand, hoping against hope that it would work. In the tomes she had studied, there were records of previous grail wars. She knew what sort of servants had been summoned then - their strength and ferocity. If she meant to win this war, she would need only the best - and that meant she would need the strongest hero of them all. So she had procured an artifact which would guarantee her success - a cuneiform tablet depicting the story of the oldest of the world's heroes, set near the end of his reign.

Surely this would guarantee his arrival. ...Right?

" My will creates your body, and your sword creates my destiny... If you heed the Grail's call and obey my will and reason, then answer me! "

[eveniingstar]

what if you're able to manifest without a host body? (idk how else to phrase it nbJKSNAMKLSA)

" Mm? " Ishtar was half-asleep, but opened kohl-lined lids to regard Gilgamesh with ruby eyes glimmering with amusement. " That depends entirely on which version of me that infernal Throne of Heroes deigned to summon. "

" You know me better than any of the others. I am not so different in this form than I was before. The girl has tempered some of my more hot-headed traits, " she said, lifting a hand to check already-perfect nails, " but I remain myself nonetheless. My power would, of course, be at its full force. I would not suffer myself to be bound by a contract then, though I doubt I would turn on humanity itself. I love it far too much. " She stated it bluntly, as though this were simple fact. And to her, it was. She was a goddess of love, and by necessity, she must always love humanity.

" Now, if the Throne tried to summon one of my other aspects... Inanna, for instance, or an aspect that was more war-inclined... That would be fun. " For her, perhaps. Chaldea should count itself lucky that it had summoned her as a demi-servant archer. The girl had tempered the worst of her rash nature, but that bold, bratty, selfish goddess still sometimes lurked beneath the surface.

And who knows? She could make an appearance one day. Everyone else gets to have different forms and alters, after all.

[eveniingstar]

@sagekinq || re: this post

" I could pay for my own if I wanted to. " Says goddess who could not correctly use an electronic device to pay for it if her immortal life depended on it.

[eveniingstar]

Cath palug stares.

STARES.

And with lightning quick reflexes, jumps to snatch the egg from her hands. “Fou!” Gimmie!

Ishtar does not even attempt to stop it. " Fine by me, " she said, lifting a brow as the creature scarfed it down. " I prefer mine gold-plated and jewel-encrusted. "

[eveniingstar]

❝ that's not the worst thing i've ever heard but it's certainly up there. ❞

" Is it? I've said and done much worse, you know, " Ishtar hummed, using one of her arrows to scrape the blood from beneath her fingernails. " When given insult, a goddess's wrath is always justifiable. Who are you, to judge the divine by the standards of mere mortals? "

[eveniingstar]

❝ don't tell me to quit being melodramatic it's the only time i have any fun. ❞

various sentence starters // accepting.

" Perhaps with your talent for drama, you ought to have been part of the production, " Ishtar teased playfully, her voice a whisper as all eyes looked to the Servants taking the stage below them. A few of the more theatrically-inclined Servants had taken it upon themselves to put on a production of one of Marlowe's plays, a jest Shakespeare had seemed to delight in.

Pressing her hand to her lips, she curled into a ball as her shoulders shook with silent laughter, already prepared for the dirty looks their more attentive neighbors would undoubtedly throw her way. She should have known sitting near him would be a mistake - his snarky commentary would have her laughing the whole night through.