#BIOGRAPHY. ( june moone. )

[magicaguajiro]

Caribbean Folk Saints and Mighty Dead: Guamá

This series of Folk Saints and Heroes is based around connecting to the Land through the Ancestors of Place and the energies and spirits they venerated, so it only seems fitting to begin with one of the Indigenous Ancestors who loved this Land enough to want to fight for it.

Background

In the early 16th century, only 30 years after first contact between Columbitch and the Taínos, rebellions against the colonial government were ongoing. The death of the Spanish Governor of Cuba left the perfect opportunity for one Brave Ancestor. Guamá was a Cacique, a Taíno Tribal Leader, in Baracoa in Eastern Cuba. An allied Cacique from Kiskeya/Ayiti (Modern-Day Hispaniola) named Hatuey travelled to Cuba with a militia, warning Guamá of the Spaniard’s Bloodlust. Guamá saw this chance to fight back and took it. Him and his Wife, Casiguaya, were known both as skilled fighters who led a decade long rebellion reaching from Baracoa, West to the Sierras. These rebellions were succeeding, and more indigenous folk joined Guamá’s forces. Guamá did not die in battle, you can read his whole biography on wikipedia here.

I want to focus less on his biography and more on his veneration as a Folk Spirit of Rebellion. Throughout the Caribbean, various historic Taíno figures, both Male and Female, are venerated. One group we see many Spirits come from is the Caciques who led rebellions. These Spirits are often called on for strength and fighting oppression, as well as even in place of the Cemí. Many of the traditional spiritual practices were passed on through the veneration of these Elevated Dead. Guamá and Hatuey are two of the most important in Cuba.

Praxis

Here is a translation of a song, linked here, that talks about going to ‘El Monte with Guamá’.

I work with the Moon, I work with the Sun Sun and Moon, Lend me your brightness. Oh Mama, Oh Mamalina, I will go to El Monte, with Guamá

Songs are integral to many Caribbean systems of belief, and this one is no exception. In the Eastern area of Cuba this song and Guamá are from, Espiritismo Cordón has flourished where the use of these songs and forming a chain either calls or sends spirits away, which is interesting to think about considering how Taíno Areytos functioned. This song specifically is sung in all times of life; celebration, while working, mourning, traveling. It is simply a plea to the Powers That Be and the Ancestors to guide us.

In my personal practice, I have honored and venerated Guamá through prayer and song, as well as by reciting his story orally at the area I keep my Spirits of similar commission. On a personal level, I have petitioned Guamá and Casiguaya together for strength, protection and resistance and Guamá on his own for domination workings, as he was undefeated and died due to hubris and not battle.

His death date is June 6th, so this may be a day you choose to reach out or throw a feast for him. When working with Indigenous Caribbean Ancestors, it is important not to mix certain elements of African and European practices. For this reason, I usually keep offerings simple, including only foods and flowers that are native to the area or that the person reportedly enjoyed. Tobacco, Liquor, and Water can all be taboo, or extremely integral, depending on the Spirit.

For Guamá, I do offer Tobacco, but no liquor. I offer Native foods, like casabe and a higüero of water. I make my petition in words and song, rather than in writing. Guamá is a great ally to any Indigenous Caribbean who faces the issues of oppression, or a particularly crafty enemy. His hot nature can make him chaotic to work with, but respect and appropriate offerings to placate him in times of communication can go a long ways.

Bendiciones 🧿

[unavernales]

FULL NAME: maren uvnerida SPECIES: merperson GENDER: bigender PRONOUNS: he/him, she/her DOB / AGE: 8 june / ??? ALIGNMENT: neutral good OCCUPATION: vegan food truck owner DRINK, SMOKE, DRUGS?: no, no, no ORIENTATION: bisexual POSITION: submissive leaning verse

COUNTENANCE HAIR COLOR / STYLE: black with occasional blonde highlights / wavy mullet EYE COLOR / STYLE: brown swirled with blue / downturned almond HEIGHT: five feet, four inches TATTOOS: moon phases down spine, wave on ankle, seashells on wrists PIERCINGS: lobe, nostril NOTICEABLE TRAITS: reflective eyes, dimpled smile

MENTAL POSITIVE TRAITS: hospitable, quirky, playful NEGATIVE TRAITS: shy, paranoid, distrustful LIKES: cooking, summertime, reggaeton DISLIKES: bathtubs/pools, scalpels, being photographed

BIOGRAPHY maren, a merperson of the sea, had once been infatuated with the land world and its people. as these things always go, maren fell in love with a sailor after encountering him on one of his voyages. the sailor promised that he'd come back for her with a way for her to experience land. unfortunately, he kept his promise. the sailor came back, but not alone. his men proceeded to slaughter maren's unsuspecting family while the man she believed she loved kidnapped her. he kept her in a tiny bathtub in his lavish home, and maren was little more than a trophy. she became a popular exotic attraction in his town and was gawked at frequently by strangers who paid to see the mermaid in the bathtub. a particularly strange onlooker, horrified by maren's living conditions, asked if she would like to be freed. maren pleaded that he would do anything. the next thing maren knew, she was standing alone over the mutilated corpse of the sailor. standing. maren had legs. the onlooker had sacrificed the sailor to their god to grant maren legs, with the stipulation of her legs reverting back to her tail once a year for 24 hours. maren has slowly learned to live a normal life, currently the owner and operator of a vegan food truck on the beach in between giving tourists surfing lessons. nowadays, all maren wants is to live in peace among land and sea. she craves belonging and romance, but is hesitant to trust humans.

[lunarxtique]

jan luis castellanos, homosexual, male + he/him, support «—◦—→ well met, davon deluna! the godling born child of artemis. it’s been 27 years and now they have answered the song in their veins. can he change the course of history with their emapthy, charisma, + diligence? or will their bluntness, cockiness, overthinking hinder them? only time will tell before this godling’s name is sung into myth and legend!

name: Galileo "Davon" DeLuna

nicknames: Lunatique; Von

date of birth: June 30

age: 27

face claim: Jan Luis Castellanos

 godly parent: Artemis

height: 6'0" 

dominant hand: Right

education level: Associates in Pre-Med

Occupation: R&B Artist (formerly), Pre-Med Student (formerly)

parents: Galileo DeLuna Sr., Trista DeLuna (Step Mother) 

siblings: Gavin DeLuna, Gabrielle DeLuna

pets: none

astrological sign: Cancer

positive traits: Empathetic, Sociable, Diligent Charismatic

negative traits: Blunt, Cocky, Self-Critical, Nonchalant

habits: He’s a hugger, doesn’t matter if he’s super familiar with someone or not. Always carries something sweet on him; be it gum or a lollipop. Dances if he’s feeling a good vibe.

quirks: Often uses a sing-song tone when he’s extra chipper; clenches jaw when annoyed. Exaggerated wincing when he finds something unbearable and cringe.

pet peeves: Slow walkers. Being interrupted when talking. Bad hygiene. People who don’t own up to their mistakes.

hobbies: Hiking. Horseback Riding. Singing. Dancing. Archery. Writing.

sexual orientation. Homosexual. Homoromantic 

sexual position. Bottom - Vers

clothing style: He’s always dressed sharp; from casual street wear to evening wear; he’s flexible with his mood and whatever occasion the outfit calls for. He LOVES to accessorize though; jewelry and shoes are an addiction.

prominent features: A winning smile. Expressive deep brown eyes.

what were they doing when they hear the song of their godling blood?

Literally stepping out of the recording studio after putting the finishing touches on his sophomore album.

class: Support. 

Inspirations: Sailor Moon from Bishojo Senshi Sailor Moon. Kate Bishop from Marvel Comics. Cure Moonlight from Heartcatch Pretty Cure. Moon Knight from Marvel Comics. Mew Zakuro from Tokyo Mew Mew. Hannah Montana.

biography: Before the glam, Galileo, who goes by his middle name, Davon, lived a simple life. He never knew his mother and was stated to be born after his father and step mother had separated for a time. Davon’s birth mom was explained to have been decreased and when his father reconciled with his estranged wife, Davon was taken in and treated equally as part of the family that also consisted of two older siblings.

He was raised in Camino, California where his father was the owner of an orchard ranch that had been in the family for generations. Small town, surrounded by wilderness, Davon pulled his weight in helping around the orchards. His hobbies were fairly rustic when he was pulled along with his father and older brother on camping trips, fishing and hunting. He had an uncanny affinity with a bow and arrow as he discovered when he took up archery in middle school; although he preferred not to use his skills for the sport of game. He actually liked a lot of the animals in the nearby forests and they also loved him…for reasons he'd later discover.

While he was raised like a farm boy, it wasn't what he wanted out of life. He attended college and actually studied pre-med after his parents made it abundantly clear that if he wasn't interested in the orchard business, they wanted a doctor. He tried to comply; except he also always enjoyed writing lyrics, especially late at night when having deep conversation with the moon. He also loved performing covers of popular songs and posting them online. It eventually helped him get scouted by a talent agency and thus he began a diverged path from nursing people's health to rising stardom. 

He took on the moniker of ‘Lunatique’ when he performed his cover of Crazy in Love conceptualized with the insanity from a full moon in his music video that blew up to be one of his biggest vids. His first album was a moderate success and he gained some traction touring with bigger stars as their opening act. Though it seemed even that wasn't his true calling in life…

Suddenly he's ripped from the world of only mortals and is associated with creatures and deities of myth. Go figure.

[svrpcntine]

[ jeong jaehyun, cis man, he/him] — whoa! SEOJUN “JUDE” HWANG just stole my cab! not cool, but maybe they needed it more. they have lived in the city for A YEAR AND A HALF, working as an OLYMPIC FIGURE SKATER / STUDENT. that can’t be easy, especially at only 27 YEARS OLD. some people say they can be a little bit HYPER-CRITICAL and IRRITABLE, but I know them to be DILIGENT and GREGARIOUS. whatever. I guess I’ll catch the next cab. hope they like the ride back to MANHATTAN!

QUICK STATS

FULL  NAME:  hwang  seojun  .  NICKNAME:  jude  .  DATE  OF  BIRTH:  june  12,  1997  .  BIRTHPLACE:  seoul,  south  korea  .  PARENT(S):  moon  garam  (  mother  )  &  hwang  hajoon  (  father  )  .  AGE:  twenty7  .  SEXUALITY:  bisexual/biromantic  .  OCCUPATION:  olympic  figure  skater  .  ZODIAC:  gemini  .  EDUCATION:  currently  enrolled  at  columbia  university  &  majoring  in  anthropology  .  HEIGHT:  6’0”  .  EYE  COLOR:  dark  brown  .  HAIR  COLOR  /  STYLE:  black  /  tousled  .  CURRENT  RESIDENCE:  west  village  .

BIOGRAPHY

if  there  was  one  thing  jude  would  always  know  as  a  fact  (  indisputable  considering  the  amount  of  times  his  mother  would  remind  him  without  prompt  )  it’s  that  his  birth  was  both  unplanned,  and  most  importantly,  a  mistake  in  the  eyes  of  his  mother.  a  sentiment  that  stayed  consistent  when  his  younger  sister  would  be  added  into  the  equation.

moon  garam,  a  prodigal  and  proficient  figure  skater  in  her  own  right,  was  the  glowing  star  on  the  korean  figure  skating  circuit  —  snatching  up  awards  from  juvenile  to  senior,  and  being  seen  as  a  newly  promising  up  and  coming  skater  in  events  to  come.  as  her  confidence  grew  in  competitions,  the  amount  of  gold  medals  adorning  her  room  grew  in  number  alongside  the  enemies  she  made  in  her  level.

looking  back  and  entirely  unsurprising  to  jude,  his  mother’s  attitude  left  many  with  a  bitter  taste  in  their  mouth.  nothing  goes  together  worse  than  an  alarmingly  talented  and  acclaimed  skater  with  a  superiority  complex.  the  highlight  of  her  career  was  winning  silver  in  the  1972  winter  olympics  held  in  sapporo,  japan,  just  shy  of  winning  gold  by  a  few  points.  during  this  time,  there  were  rumors  circulating  that  his  mother  tampered  with  the  food  of  her  teammate  and  main  competitor  in  the  singles  discipline  (  the  girl  who  would  go  on  to  win  gold  )  to  make  her  sick  in  an  attempt  to  keep  her  from  competing.  though  these  rumors  were  unable  to  be  proven,  this  sharply  affected  the  public  image  of  his  mother.

it’s  when  his  mother  is  in  the  prime  of  her  career,  age  25,  that  her  relationship  with  jude’s  father,  hwang  hajoon,  an  accomplished  athlete  in  his  own  right  and  going  as  far  to  win  gold  representing  korea  in  men’s  fencing,  hits  its  peak.  while  jude  is  not  quite  sure  what  his  father  sees  in  his  mother,  all  he  knows  it’s  right  when  training  picked  up  for  championships  that  she  discovers  she’s  pregnant  with  jude.

nine  months  later  and  jude  is  brought  into  the  world,  but  the  joy  of  his  birth  soon  transitions  into  thinly  veiled  disinterest  from  his  mother  as  she  saw  this  as  the  decline  of  her  skating  career.  she  couldn’t  train  while  pregnant  and  was  expected  to  take  care  of  jude  for  his  infant  to  toddler  years,  and  with  public  perception  against  her  with  her  teammate  speaking  out,  by  the  time  she  could  compete  competitively  again,  it  would  be  well  past  her  prime  and  the  age  where  many  competitive  skaters  retire.

it’s  at  age  two  that  jude  and  his  parents  move  from  korea  to  colorado  springs,  colorado  following  a  job  offer  for  his  father  to  coach  the  u.s  olympic  fencing  team  for  the  upcoming  olympic  seasons.  this  results  in  jude  growing  up  in  the  olympic  training  center  surrounded  by  hundreds  of  incredibly  talented  athletes,  the  top  in  all  of  their  respective  sports.  it  inspires  an  awe  in  jude  and  it’s  here  that  jude  is  introduced  to  the  wonders  of  figure  skating.

rather  than  much  mother-son  bonding,  his  mother  would  spend  her  time  in  the  ice  rink  with  many  of  the  figure  skaters,  offering  her  own  insights  and  help,  while  jude  would  sit  on  the  stands  and  watch  practice.  four  year  old  jude  strikes  up  a  soft  friendship  with  a  sixteen  year  old  boy  after  complimenting  one  of  his  spins,  who  is  then  the  one  who  starts  to  teach  jude  how  to  ice  skate  during  his  free  time.  this  goes  on  for  some  time  as  jude  builds  his  confidence  and  his  proclivity  on  the  ice  grows.

it’s  only  a  matter  of  time  before  word  spreads  to  his  mother  and  she’s  watching  him  skate  from  the  entrance  during  one  of  his  training  sessions.  she  sees  his  potential  less  through  the  lens  of  a  proud  mother  picking  up  her  favorite  hobby,  but  more  so  as  a  means  back  into  the  realm  and  inner  rings  of  the  skating  community.  his  innocent  training  sessions  with  his  friend  are  soon  replaced  by  a  hired  coach  and  a  newly  implemented  skating  schedule.

when  his  father  asks  jude  if  this  is  something  he  truly  wants,  all  jude  knows  is  that  he  loves  the  feeling  of  being  on  the  ice  and  the  wind  whipping  at  his  face  from  the  speed,  and  that  he  wants  to  keep  doing  it.

just  past  jude’s  sixth  birthday  is  when  his  father  decides  to  put  olympic  coaching  to  the  side  and  by  the  ardent  suggestion  of  his  mother,  the  now  family  of  four  are  moving  into  an  upscale  townhouse  in  the  west  village  of  manhattan,  new  york.  the  doting  attention  his  mother  has  on  jude  is  a  complete  180  to  what  he  was  used  to.  except  as  he  gets  older  he  comes  to  realize  it  was  a  near  obsession  of  getting  him  to  a  trajectory  in  his  skating  career  that  she  was  not  able  to  because  of  jude  himself.

his  adolescent  years  through  schooling  are  spent  with  a  regimented  schedule  —  when  he’s  not  in  class,  he’s  either  at  the  rink  practicing  with  his  coach  for  upcoming  competitions  or  in  yoga  classes,  at  competitions  themselves,  or  at  home  sleeping.  it  doesn’t  leave  jude  much  room  for  experiencing  childhood  like  other  kids  his  age  or  establishing  as  many  friendships.

jude  progresses  through  the  levels  of  figure  skating  before  making  his  senior  international  debut  at  the  age  of  17  where  he  opened  the  pre-olympic  season  at  the  106  cs  finlandia  trophy  where  he  would  go  on  to  win  gold.  known  for  his  impressive  jumps  and  clean  landings  of  quads,  many  eyes  began  to  fall  on  him  for  his  potential  of  earning  a  spot  on  the  olympic  team  for  the  upcoming  games.

when  it  comes  to  his  skating  career,  it’s  the  number  one  thing  that  jude  values  most  and  prioritizes  over  all  else.  this  translates  to  his  meticulous  nature  in  practices  and  nailing  every  minor  detail,  as  well  as  his  dedication  to  sticking  to  his  schedules  and  diets  to  maintain  his  body  to  perform  as  best  as  he  can.  due  to  his  desire  to  be  in  full  control  of  all  time,  jude  can  come  off  as  high  maintenance  with  equally  high  expectations  for  not  only  himself,  but  those  around  him.  he  has  standards  for  himself  that  he  needs  to  meet  so  to  many  (  especially  non-athletes  )  may  think  he  needs  to  take  a  breather  and  take  up  more  yoga.

after  placing  silver  in  both  the  2016-2017  grand  prix  final  and  the  2017  four  continents  championships,  and  coming  in  first  at  the  2017  world  championship,  it  secured  three  openings  for  boys  his  age  to  represent  america  at  the  2018  winter  olympics.  jude  continues  to  perform  at  his  highest  which  ultimately  lands  him  a  spot  to  be  named  in  the  u.s  olympic  team.

while  in  pyeongchang,  jude  wins  bronze  alongside  his  team  and  earns  silver  in  his  free  skate,  but  ultimately  injures  his  ankle  during  a  jump  which  has  him  withdraw  from  the  rest  of  the  competition.  he  spends  the  following  two  months  back  in  colorado  springs  seeing  an  olympic  specialist  doctor.  not  long  after,  he’s  back  on  the  ice  gaining  back  the  time  lost  through  recovery.

during  this  time  jude  enrolls  at  columbia  university  part  time,  wanting  to  experience  somewhat  of  a  college  lifestyle  kids  his  age  have  that  he  could.  two  semesters  later  and  his  mother  has  him  drop  out,  citing  a  wandering  mind  that  is  impacting  his  training  sessions.  jude  is  rightfully  upset,  but  has  his  sights  set  on  reprising  his  spot  on  the  u.s  olympic  team  for  the  2022  winter  olympics.

the  2021-2022  season  proves  to  be  career  defining  in  many  ways  for  jude.  placing  first  in  a  handful  of  competitions  domestically  and  internationally  that  have  him  returning  to  represent  the  u.s  in  the  2022  winter  olympics  at  beijing,  china.  he  was  the  entry  at  the  men’s  short  program  where  he  would  skate  clean  and  beat  his  personal  score  with  111.17  and  securing  the  10  points  for  the  u.s  and  helping  secure  the  u.s.  team  silver  medal.  jude  would  continue  on  to  set  a  world  record  in  the  men's  short  program  with  a  score  of  113.97,  breaking  the  previous  record,  as  well  as  winning  olympic  gold  with  a  free  skate  score  of  218.63  that  included  five  quads,  where  he  finished  with  a  combined  total  score  of  332.60.

after  the  olympics  and  when  training  for  the  2022  world  championships,  jude’s  previous  ankle  injuries  come  back  with  a  vengeance  and  he’s  forced  to  sit  out  for  additional  time  to  heal.  this  leaves  time  for  jude  to  begin  self  reflection  of  not  only  his  accomplishments,  but  his  life  and  what  he  wants  out  of  it.  much  to  the  displeasure  of  his  mother,  jude  decides  to  sit  out  on  the  upcoming  skating  seasons  and  enroll  back  in  school  to  focus  on  strengthening  his  body  to  avoid  further  injuries.

[christas-museum]

Christa Winsloe: 80 years ago

(10th of June, 1944–2024)

Full name: Christa Kate Winsloe (own preferred short form of first name since 40's is Chris (or full masculine version, Christian) which was found by people who read Chris' letters to Dorothy Thompson.)

WHO? A high-class pencil artist, a high-class sculptor (second reason of fame), a French resistance member (~ "completed all assignments"), leftist communist, into women, animal lover, wonderful amateur actress (lead Christarole in a play at the boarding school Kaiserin-Augusta Seminary), writer (including humorous mini stories i.e. feuilletones) & playwright: famous for (main reason of fame) Mädchen in Uniform (the book Das Mädchen Manuela (literally The Girl Manuela, known in print as The Child Manuela) . . .

A fact: the film Loving Annabelle is based on Mädchen in Uniform.

A knowledgeable fan can share a lot about this wonderful woman who was a real Manuela but with light skin, father's 9 of 12 siblings were born in Scotland instead of they had "Spanish grandmother"), and who predicted so called 10th of June (not the date, of course) as Manuela's number at school in the book was 55 and 23.12.1888–10.06.1944 is 55. 

Every post, an article (any site), anything related (eBay, (stock) photo sites etc.) means deine legacy and memory about dich lives on and on. Fanfictions and fan art related to anything du wrote are very important too to keep figurative fire burning bright. (One user on Tumblr commented on a poll ~ "as long as I'm in, the fandom exists" (about self as the only one member.) Sad almost complete Chris-related truth if say about text form (but random fans write something once in a blue moon, though.)

Personally, all our many similarities are like an incredible chance to be close to such smart (Art, German, languages (De, Fr, En, It, Hu), Natural History (Science?)), witty & talented woman. And to have Chris as a guide in some of decision making (but using logic mostly) is to be strong when needed. Meine HERO Chris.

The most suitable photo for such day (from Auto-Biographie und andere Feuilletones edited by Doris Hermanns.) My comment: as understandable, the photograph was taken some time after Dorothy Thompson's jealous husband sent Chris to his farm in Vermont? to live with his ex-wife.

Liebling Chris, wir (deine Fans) lieben dich. Ich liebe dich für immer.

[orionxyu]

“ WISH I COULD BE THERE FOR YOU; GIVE ME A REASON TO ”

(  chase sui wonders,  cis woman,  she/her,  muse  29  )  was  that  ORION YU  i  saw  heading  towards  the  water?  you  know  the  TWENTY-SIX  year  old  from  KAUAI CREST?  can  you  believe  they've  only  lived  in  manoa  bay  for  HER WHOLE LIFE,  it  seems  like  so  much  longer.  last  i  checked  they  were  known  around  town  as  the  PURITANICAL because  of  their  tendency  to  be  COMPASSIONATE  and  PRIGGISH,  but  what  else  did  you  expect  from  a  CANCER  who  reminds  you  of  PAINT-SPLATTERED JEANS, SINGING ALONG TO YOUR FAVORITE SONG, AND THE FEELING OF THE SUN KISSING YOUR SKIN  …  since  hayden's  disappearance  they  have  been  happily  working  as  a/an  SURFBOARD ARTIST  at  ISLAND SURF CO,  but  that's  all  about  to  change  because  the  eye  HAS  set  their  sights  on  exposing  all  of  their  lies,  as  well  as  {REDACTED} .  i  really  hope  they  don't  incriminate  themself. 

INTRODUCING…

NAME: Orion Isabel Yu

GENDER & PREFERRED PRONOUNS: Cis woman {She/Her}

AGE: 26

BIRTHDAY: June 27, 1998

ZODIAC: Cancer Sun, Pisces Rising, Leo Moon

SEXUALITY: Bisexual

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Taken

FACE CLAIM: Chase Sui Wonders

OCCUPATION: Surfboard Artist @ Island Surf Co.

HOMETOWN: Manoa Bay, HI

CHARACTER PLAYLIST: HERE.

UP NEXT: “SUNFLOWER” BY POST MALONE & SWAE LEE

BIOGRAPHY: TW RELIGION

It was raining when Orion was born. Being a rainbow baby only meant there'd be tears all around the hospital room. Her mother swore that the rain was just the world crying too. 'Til this day, Orion loves the rain. In fact, one can catch her dancing in the rain or dawning her swimsuit and swimming in the rain. Storms never scare her - nor does any darkness.

The Yu home is and always have been filled with love. It's a compliment most recieved by guests; How warm the house is - that it's definitely a home not just a house. Orion and her family feel it through and through. One of Orion's most cherished memories being the time they painted the kitchen yellow, singing The Beatles out loud and not at all in harmony. Though, to them it felt like a perfect harmony in the moment.

With her mother being a hippie and her father being a noble Christian man, how compassion-filled Orion was just made sense. From helping the church's choir out to braking for small birds - the girl was known to over water plants from such a young age. This pooled over into her personal life: her friends, those who don't deserve it, and strangers. She always gave, and never expected anything in return. This easily made her well liked in the community, but also made her a target.

Throughout her schooling career, the girl was always surrounded by friends. She never truly understood why. This being because she always had a nose in a book, or took up extra time in the art studio. She never complained, instead welcoming everyone who came up to her for what they were. This made her a sort of oddity yet a sanctuary of a person through the personal hell of high school. A breath of fresh air when all that seemed to matter was your socioeconomic status and who you were friends with.

Painting her father's car was one of her gifts for Christmas and she was elated. Getting to paint the bathrooms was a birthday present. For graduation, she got to paint the garage. Notoriously known for having paint dried under her fingertips, the Yu girl poured her heart out into her artwork. Her room was well known in her friend group for being a work in progress that would never fully be done, due to Orion constantly painting and repainting over the walls. When she officially moved out, the first thing she did was paint the walls of her apartment. Is she done with it? No - it's just a work in progress.

Whilst her mother and her would fill water balloons with paint and throw them at canvases, her father and her would take to the waves. Surfing has always been a love of hers, thanks to her dad. Being on the water is one of her happy places, and one of the only places she feels truly serene. She went wild customizing her board one day, and now it's a career for her. Go Orion, go! Turning fun hobbies into a hustle was just a magical click for her, and she's very humble about it.

What brought a rift between her and her family wasn't only because she decided not to go to college. It was also religious reasons. As she grew, she started to realize that not all Christian beliefs settled well with her. Dinners became debates about the Bible, and soon her father and her were at odds. She still hasn't fully dedicated herself to fixing the relationship, but she also feels that her father should be trying to put in effort as well. Her mother has been begging for them to talk again, and Orion is close to cracking cause it's Orion.

Recently, Orion has been thriving. She's just trying to live everyday to the fullest, honestly, as well as spread some positivity wherever she goes.

EXTRA-EXTRA, READ ALL ABOUT HER!

Orion loves a good debate. She's not malicious about anything, but she does love to play Devil's advocate for the sake of learning another's perspective. This sometimes makes her look like she's being condescending or like she believes her own beliefs are better - but, that's simply not the case. Orion isn't a judgemental person. She's the complete opposite. Always willing to accept people at face value, the girl is known to be a good friend to various individuals in the community. She's always willing to lend a hand to whoever is in need, even those who might not deserve it. This often leads her into trouble, but she expertly cleans up messes seeing that she's been cleaning up everyone's messes since she was younger. Orion was the popular girl in school who made all the other popular kids be nice to individuals. She takes pride in being nice, it's her philosophy, and doesn't understand why people can't just let others live their lives. She's a bit guarded. This comes from the fact that some people saw her as a trophy as opposed to a girlfriend during her high school years. But, when she does love, it's with her whole heart. One can easily find her surfing the waves or skateboarding at the skatepark, if she isn't working on her art. She's athletic and loves sports; she can easily learn a new sport without much effort being put in. Very much a person you can get high with in the early AMs and discuss conspiracies with. She's accidentally comedic with her words. She's all about staying out of people's business, and only asks questions when someone is opening up. She's a great advice-giver but doesn't follow her own advice, sadly. All around, she's positive vibes and loves to have fun in life. It's about the simple things with her.

PERSONALITY:

+ Compassionate, Free-Spirited, and Comedic

- Priggish, Intangible, and Self-Critical

[joselialopes]

“And when I first showed him my scar, he said it was interesting. He used the word ‘textured’. He said ‘smooth’ is boring but ‘textured’ was interesting, and the scar meant that I was stronger than whatever it was that had tried to hurt me.”

BIOGRAPHY | CONNECTIONS | MUSINGS | PINTEREST | SPOTIFY

STATS

Name: Joselia “Jo” Lopes Silva Faceclaim: Bruna Marquezine Gender & Pronouns: Cis woman & she/her Sexuality: Pansexual Age: 30 Birthday: June 3, 1993 Zodiac: Gemini sun, Leo moon, Virgo rising Education: BSW, UC-Riverside Occupation: Addiction Counselor (Social Worker) Neighborhood: Bighorn Hills + open-minded, adaptable, passionate - hot-headed, flaky, impulsive

BIOGRAPHY

tw: drug mention, alcoholism, abortion

also tw I say “daddy” one billion times and I’m so sorry that’s just what Joselia would say

Daddy was always a free spirit. He and Mama married young– him 17 and her 16– and he promised her the world. He painted a beautiful picture of a long, successful career as a football player, a big move to America, and a life where she seldom had to lift a finger. But Gisele Lopes Silva was always more grounded than her husband. She didn’t want all of that, really, just a man who loved her and happy kids. Still, Daddy was determined to shoot for the stars and, in the end, he landed pretty close. Roberto Silva qualified for the Campeonato Brasileiro Series at 19 and he swore up and down it was a straight shot to US Nationals from there. Mama got pregnant with Roberto Jr. that winter, 1984, and five years later in 1989 they had Miguel. With two babies, Mama’s asking Daddy to retire and get a real job graduated from passing remarks to deadpan questions to begging. 

They were doing okay, what with Grandma helping with the boys while Mama worked, but Gisele was wise. She knew it wouldn’t last long. Besides, she’d rather have Daddy around the kids than him be some big, international soccer star. It was a fight she didn’t have the energy for but every now and then, and Daddy became an expert at weasling out of it– bringing home expensive gifts, magazines about life in America, VHS tapes of sitcoms. Money was tight, though, and it was Daddy’s magic-making that made the room dividers in the living room that hid Jr.’s cot feel enchanted, like a portal to another world instead of a family bursting at the seams. In retrospect, Jr. says Mama resented him even then. She was caught in the trap of working all day in the factory and coming home to cook and clean, all the while the boys tugged on Daddy’s pant legs and clamored on top of him and asked to hear the story of his trip to San Fransisco for the hundredth time. 

Mama says that having Joselia in 1993 changed everything. She was finally getting somewhere with Daddy– touting the baby, the only girl, as the reason why he should quit chasing this crazy dream and get a real job. Settle down and give them all the life they deserved. Of course, the very next year was the beginning of the San Jose soccer club. The Earthquakes wanted Daddy on their inaugural team, and Daddy leaped at the chance to move to California– the land of opportunity. According to Daddy, getting recruited to the U.S. was the best thing that ever happened to him. Mama was just grateful that he finally got a kick in the ass to make something of himself. In 1994, the family migrated to San Jose to start their new life. 

Daddy always talked about those first few years like they were something out of a fairytale– all blue skies and palm trees and balmy breezes. Long days of doing what he loved, coming home to a slice of Brazil in Mama’s cooking and Jr.’s singing and the artifacts they’d managed to bring with them. Mama isn’t so romantic about it all. Sure, it was nice to not be so strapped for cash. But it was lonely, she says– hardly anybody else spoke Portuguese, and Daddy was alright with his English but Mama struggled. She could hardly make it through trips to the grocery without aid, and she missed her mother. But, Daddy was happy, which had been the point all along, right?

Daddy’s first season with the Earthquakes was a building year– at least, that’s what all the players would say when they would crowd around the kitchen table, drinking and talking and making messes that Mama stayed up well into the night cleaning up. But the kids loved it, crowding around the table with wide eyes and hanging on every word they said. It was this way that Joselia learned English; When her kindergarten teacher wrote home and asked where she’d learned to say “damn it all to hell!”, Daddy just laughed and laughed and laughed. 

Season two was better. By the end of it, everybody was talking about the Earthquakes, and Daddy was even named in a couple articles as a player to watch. That was 1996, a year he still calls the best of his life. Joselia remembers the whole family travelling to LA and Washington, DC and Dallas to see Daddy play. It was exactly what Daddy always promised– traveling the world, staying in fancy hotels, a balanced diet of stadium hot dogs and room service. Even Mama loosened up on their trips, had a glass or two of champagne and got giggly. It was like they were really in love, then. Life should’ve been like that forever– and it would’ve been, if Daddy hadn’t gotten injured.

Three games before the end of the 1997 season, an ill-timed slide tackle caused Daddy’s leg to break in two places. Mama, Jr., Miguel, and Joselia were watching from home, and everything instantly devolved into chaos. Mama screamed and immediately called the neighbor to come watch the kids while she rushed to the hospital. The three kids planted themselves in front of the TV, watching any and all coverage they could find on the local channels, and praying to every saint they knew. 

Daddy put on a brave face, at first. He had high hopes, unreasonable expectations that he’d be as good as new after surgery. But then came the minimum two years of physical therapy, and by the time he was in any condition to run again, they were so far behind with medical bills that Mama put her foot down. He had to get a job– they had to get back on their feet before he started his crazy training regimen. His old teammates still came around back then, and one of them even pulled some strings and got Daddy a job as a daytime bartender at a pub near the training facility. 

But there’s always a point in time where the sympathy runs out. People can’t hold pity forever. The guys stopped coming around, Coach stopped inviting him to closed practices. Mama was never gentle with him– she said that was that, it was time to move on. Find a new dream. Joselia wouldn’t know until much later, but underneath all of his bravado, Daddy was incredibly sensitive. He didn’t take to normal life well, and started mixing his pain meds with a few too many drinks. At first, it was an inconvenience. He would get too drunk and forget to pick up Jr. from school, he would leave Miguel an hour or two longer after school than he meant to. Most nights would end in whispered arguments behind Mama and Daddy’s door– Jr. learned to press a glass to the wood young, but he’d never tell Miguel and Joselia what was said unless it was really bad.

It got really bad when Joselia was in middle school. Jr. was twenty-one and still home, fulfilling the role of oldest child and peacekeeper while he saved up for college. Plus, the income he brought in from his grocery store job helped keep them afloat when Daddy overslept and missed his shifts, which was becoming more and more frequent. Jr. kept them together, with Miguel’s help– they would divide and conquer, Jr. going to Daddy and Miguel going to Mama. But when Daddy started gambling and they lost the apartment, Mama was done. 

Joselia was thirteen when Mama moved them into a new apartment and refused to give Daddy the key. Jr. had to drag her, kicking and screaming, refusing to leave Daddy behind. She’d let him in at night, and Mama would wake her up yelling every morning that she woke up to discover him on the couch. He can’t be trusted! she would say, pleading with Joselia to keep him out. Everybody else had enough of his broken promises, except Jo. She loved him so much that she moved with him to Philly at fifteen, pledged the next decade of her life to following Daddy around, dreaming big dreams with him and picking him up when he fell.

It was difficult leaving Mama and her brothers behind, but Joselia was so hurt that they could be so cruel to Daddy that she buried the grief under anger. Life with him was the same as always– high highs and low lows. On good days, they’d catch a game in the city and share a hotdog and Daddy would tell Jo-Jo all about how he was gonna become a soccer coach. If you can’t do, you teach, he said, and she believed him. She always believed him, and that belief carried her through the bad days, when he would stumble home angry at four a.m., cursing her Mama and her Grandma and the world, vomit dribbling down his chin and too-heavy footsteps.

It took an extra year, but Joselia graduated high school. Her part-time waitressing job became full-time, and her steady paycheck made up for the weeks and months that Daddy was out of work. Mama sent money every couple months with express instructions not to let Daddy touch it– but she always did, and he always blew it on a scratch-off or a round for all his friends. He was chaos personified, but Joselia wasn’t afraid of his self-destruction. Mostly, she was afraid of who she’d be without his fantastical tales and his believing the best in her and his promises that he’d take care of her, one day. 

Joselia met Matthew Foster in Philly, at a show for some grungy band she was just drunk enough to enjoy. Their whirlwind romance felt like home– the ups and downs, the unbridled passion and the teeming rage felt like what Joselia reckoned love was supposed to be. Daddy wasn’t consistent or stable, and he loved her more than anybody in the world– So must Foster. Midnight screaming matches faded into afternoon picnics and so on. He never said so, but Joselia knew he loved her– he showed it dozens of ways, whether by making the best food she’d ever eaten in her life (aside from stadium hotdogs, of course) or by buffing out the same dent in her car over and over from the damn apartment gate. 

They were young and dumb and it felt like everything. Daddy hated him and loved him, depending on the day– and when things were going right for everybody and the three of them drank and watched Daddy’s old matches, well, that was the best feeling in the world. It was after one of those days and a couple of Foster’s custom-made cocktails that they decided to get married at the courthouse. They didn’t have a ring or a dress or a care in the world, and somewhere in a box covered in a thin layer of dust, Joselia has a picture from that day: her in one of Foster’s button downs and a Dodgers hat, him in his usual tshirt and jeans combo, all bright smiles hanging off one another.

Being married didn’t stave off the fighting at all. If anything, it made it worse– gave them each more ammunition to launch at each other, and made it a hell of a lot harder to untangle from the mess. They fell into a familiar pattern– a couple of good days, maybe a week, a fight where they swore they were broken up for good this time, and a couple days later they’d make up. Anything was fair game on these breaks– and it’s not like Joselia had a ring or anything to stop her from seeing other people, so she did. Nothing that stuck, but a couple one or two night flings before she surrendered to Foster’s gravitational pull again.

When Joselia found out she was pregnant after a week “off”, she panicked. She wasn’t going to tell Foster, she was just going to take care of it on her own– but they had such a good day, and she was half convinced they could make it work. They were perfect, they only fought so hard because they loved each other so much. He bolted after that, and in retrospect, she couldn’t blame him. Joselia still harbors that hurt on especially lonely nights, revisits the feeling of waking up and seeing his shit gone, the days-late realization that she’d never see him again.

But it was okay, because there was always Daddy to take care of, and with no Foster and no baby to distract her, Joselia poured all of her energy into him. She was twenty-five and working the same waitressing job she’d had since graduation, spending her weekends taking care of her drunk father– and with nothing else in Philly, reality stung. She started to resent Daddy the same way Mama always had– she resented being the stable one, she resented not being able to fall apart because it’d hurt them both when that’s all she really wanted to do.

A decade late, Joselia’s breaking point finally came when Daddy wrapped her truck around a streetlight. He survived, thank God, but he had a broken arm and a couple of years in jail and mandated therapy. With no other choice, Joselia made her way back to California and turned up on Mama’s doorstep, tail between her legs. The rush of apologies for years of hating her, of thinking Mama was selfish and wrong for abandoning Daddy, was crushed in her mother’s arms. She was home, for real this time, and reconnecting with Mama and Jr. and Miguel helped Joselia figure some things out.

It wasn’t perfect, and she still felt an unreasonable degree of protectiveness over Daddy– they kept in touch, between letters and phone calls– but Jo decided to enroll in college. Better late than never. She started at UC-Riverside and declared Social Work as her major, staying home with Mama until she graduated at 29. It was a big deal, because Jr. had enlisted at 22 and Miguel had gone to trade school. Joselia was the first in their family to graduate college, a fact that Daddy cried about on the phone the morning of her graduation– a fact she still holds with pride.

Her fresh start extended to Colorado Springs, where Joselia took her very first “real” job a year ago as an Addiction Counselor for a nonprofit serving unhoused and at-risk individuals. It was Jr.’s idea, originally, and Joselia ended up loving it– finally her life experience was helpful with something, and the tough love she always should’ve given to Daddy was a requirement. It’s such the perfect fit, in fact, that she was promoted after only a year and transferred to the Providence Peak location. Joselia was hesitant at first to leave Colorado Springs and the comfort of Jr. right down the street, but it was high time for her to forge her own path. She made it up to Philly one more time, to visit Daddy and to clear out the rest of her shit from a storage unit, and is now settling into her new routine.

[detruines]

is that MOON GAYOUNG? oh, no, that’s KANG “RACHEL” DOHEE, a TWENTY-SEVEN year old RESIDENT DOCTOR AT CENTRO MÉDICO who uses SHE/HER pronouns. they currently live in LAS VILLAS DORADAS IN QUILPUÉ, and the character they identify with most is ENID SINCLAIR FROM WEDNESDAY. hopefully they find their own little paradise here in el país de los poetas!

statistics

full name: rachel kang / kang dohee nickname(s): usually just goes by rachel date of birth: june 10th, 1997 age: 27 years old hometown: valparaíso, chile commune: las villas doradas, quilpué sexuality: heterosexual occupation: resident doctor at centro médico

tldr

youngest of three kids so she’s just a Baby fr. grew up with high expectations from her strict parents and the need to keep up with the oldest sibling, which kinda made her a perfectionist that would freak out at any minor inconvenience, but also has the mentality of fake it till you make it so she hides all that emotional instability behind her bubbly personality! the kind that goes “oh no worries this is fine!” with tears in her eyes bc while it is in fact Not Fine she’d hate to be of inconvenience. that being said, she might come off as a little pretentious at times, but she does mean well and is easy to get along with. tends to care about what people think of her, hence the people pleasing tendency. once she gets comfortable around someone she could become a tad bit clingy, which can be both good and bad. the kind to reach out to friends first and check on them. definitely the Mom Friend™. very book smart with good social skills! girlie went to harvard med school and now she's doing her first year residency in valpo bc she wants to be closer to family. aka she's also using it as an excuse to make peace with her brother felix, whom she had a huge fight with 5 years ago. she’s a very emotional person, tends to take things personally sometimes and make everything about her (re: the fight with felix). her love language is words of affirmation and acts of service.

biography

born and raised in valparaíso so she’s a native! as the youngest of three siblings, rachel looked up to the oldest a lot because they were the picture perfect child and well, she wanted to be the same thing. she wanted to be the picture perfect daughter. at first rachel thought it would be easy, and sure, while there was no doubt her parents adored her, she had come to realize that it took more than just being the baby of the family to get their affection ⸻ she would have to live up to their high expectations, first of all.

it wasn’t like she was pit against her siblings growing up. it just sort of happened naturally, especially with the oldest, considering that they seemed to have it the easiest, although rachel wasn't that different. everyone knew she was the top student in her class, that there was nothing she couldn’t do if she put her mind to it, and yet when it came to her oldest sibling, she always felt like she could never measure up to them. this put a strain on their relationship, which made her turn to felix for comfort and reassurance. at least she kenw they were both struggling to keep up with their parents' high expectations, or at least that’s what rachel thought.

that’s why she had become comfortable to whine around felix when things didn’t go her ways, although most often than not they did. sometimes rachel did it out of habit, unaware of the fact that her emotional dumping could come off as inconsiderate. to her, felix had been a safe place for her to be vulnerable. someone that she didn’t have to impress. despite being polar opposites of each other, with rachel being sunshine incarnate and felix the grumpy brother, they got along just fine. of course they did bicker from time to time, just like siblings did, but nothing was ever taken seriously.

rachel was in her final year in college when the fight happened. she was just venting to felix as she usually did ⸻ something about her not getting the honorary student award and how she felt like a failure because of it, and all of a sudden they were at each other’s throats. rachel wasn’t usually prone to lashing out at somebody, much less her brother, but somehow she did. she remembered feeling so upset that she couldn’t even recall what she said to felix, but she knew it was bad enough that he had to leave valpo.

it would be a lie to say she didn’t feel guilty about it, but she had better things to focus on for now. eventually she got accepted into harvard medical school, which felt like a dream came true, and so she too left valpo in the end. things had only gotten harder since then, but rachel wasn’t raised to be a quitter. now that her brother wasn’t around anymore, she often called her aunt to check on her while she was away, counting days until she could return home.

four years went by and rachel finally graduated from med school. she applied to do her residency in valpo, wanted to stay close to her family. after all valpo had always been home, and although felix hadn’t returned yet by the time she did, she knew that he would sooner or later ⸻ how could he not if the news of their dying aunt reach him? until then she could only look forward to the day they would make peace and become close again. hopefully.

[fadedstarsfms]

Bianca Stone Intro

★ IN CHARACTER ★

FULL NAME: Bianca Stone SPECIES: Witch AGE: 51 DATE OF BIRTH: June 20, 1973 GENDER IDENTITY: Cis Woman NEIGHBORHOOD: Cherry Heights OCCUPATION: Owner of Video Vortex POSITIVE TRAITS: Passionate, Empathetic, Friendly NEGATIVE TRAITS: Disorganized, Defensive, Impulsive LENGTH OF TIME IN RAVEN’S PEAK: ~30 years FACE CLAIM: Melanie Lynskey

★ BIOGRAPHY ★

TRIGGER WARNING: drinking tw, infidelity tw Bianca grew up to a family of dedicated witches, all her life she was told that her magic should be first and foremost.  So she tried to be a dedicated student and learned from her family and their coven.  She loved her family and siblings and would do anything for them, but she never thought that one species was better than the other and made sure to tell her younger siblings that their parents were wrong in that sense.  So when her younger sister Kara started rebelling more and more against the family, Bianca was always encouraging of her and even showed her that leaving could be done.   Bianca went to college in Boston and didn't realize just how much she would love a new scenery.  The city had everything she never had and it was there that she truly found herself.  And the love of her life. She and Vermillion met in college and Bianca never believed in love at first sight until she saw him and it was like she was hit with a love spell.  The two fell in love fast and hard but Bianca had to admit she missed the small town life.  So when she heard about Raven's Peak she knew immediately she wanted to move there to experience the mix of species and knew she had to tell Vermillion what she was and why she wanted to move there.  To her surprise he didn't bat an eye and even wanted to move with her.  And a year later they were married and life seemed perfect. Though to this day Bianca holds some regret on bringing her family to the town because one day she got a call that her husband was attacked.  It seemed like everything was okay, he was going to recover, but Bianca worried that what attacked him was more than just a dog like everyone originally thought.  Her fears only got worse as he stopped bothering coming home and was out on a bender doing god knows what.  But when he did finally come home and promise to do better did they finally start working together to build a better marriage and help him through the curse that was now a part of their life.  They thought everything was better and fixed until one day a knock on their door brought them a son that Vermillion had from one of his night outs.  Sure the reminder of his infidelity stung but there was no way Bianca wasn't going to accept Banks into her life and she promised from that day on that she was going to be a mother to him as well as their other children.   Once things seemed to be doing better Bianca was back in touch with her younger sister Kara and told her about the town, promising that it was nothing like what their parents taught them and it could be a place for her to settle down as well.  But soon Kara was attacked as well and Bianca felt guilty once more, thinking she should have done a better job protecting her.  Now she promises to protect her family both by blood and anyone she practically adopts by any means necessary.

★ WANTED CONNECTIONS ★

Mom Friend - Bianca is the biggest mom friend there is, let her try to lowkey adopt you ngl

Frequent Fliers - Love movies? Look no further than a cute plot, please talk to her about movies even if you don't give her your money afterwards

Employees - If you work here she'd love you and consider you family

Literally anything! Bianca has been here for about 30ish years or so, she's practically the ambassador of Raven's Peak she's so friendly I'm not joking (unless you want a silly rivalry because she can also be petty at times)

★ PLAYLIST ★

A Case of You by Joni Mitchell

Landslide by Fleetwood Mac

Tiny Dancer by Elton John

Harvest Moon by Neil Young

River by Leon Bridges

99 Luftballoons by Nena

Video Killed the Radio Star by The Buggles

Wouldn't It Be Nice by The Beach Boys

Vienna by Billy Joel

Somebody Like Me by St. Vincent

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𓏲   *   (  paul  mescal,  questioning,  he/they,  noah  kahan  cc  )   ⸺   pictures  of  FINN  ABEL  RIGGS  have  been  showing  up  all  over  my  feed,  and  considering  the  last  time  they  were  #trending,  it  was  due  to  celebrating  six-months  of  sobriety  on  his  socials  —  i'm  not  likely  to  unfollow  anytime  soon.  with  their  sheepskin  jacket  that  they've  owned  for  many  years,  distressed  jeans  and  earth-toned  flannel  shirts,  i'm  not  surprised  to  hear  that  they  are  considered  part  of  the  NOUVEAU  RICHES.  after  27  years,  they've  managed  to  garner  a  reputation  for  being  more  welcoming  than  faithless,  but  their  critics  say  that  they're  more  self-indulgent  than  witty  when  they  aren't  too  busy  focusing  on  their  guitar  collection  (  constantly  growing  )  ;  reading  through  reviews  and  fan  messages  for  a  pick-me-up  ;  riding  on  public  transport  just  to  feel  a  sense  of  normalcy.  when  they  aren't  occupied  with  their  work  as  a  singer / songwriter,  they've  been  sighted  hiking.  reputation.com  has  taken  to  calling  them  FOLK  PRINCE  in  order  to  avoid  a  lawsuit  (  again  ).   ──

GENERAL DETAILS.

full  name:   finn  abel  riggs .  nickname(s):   finnie .  rigger .  age:  twenty7 .  date  of  birth:   26th  of  june ,  1996 .  place  of  birth:   meredith ,  new  hampshire .  current  location:   lower  east  side ,  new  york  city .  ethnicity:   white  american .  gender:   questioning .  pronouns:   he / they .  sexual  orientation:   pansexual .   romantic orientation:   panromantic .  relationship  status:  single .  religion:   ex - christian .  occupation:   singer / songwriter .  education:   high  school  diploma .  accent:   new  england .  spoken  languages:   english  ( native ) ,  spanish  ( intermediate ) .

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE, ETC.

faceclaim:   paul  mescal .  hair  colour  and  style:   light  brown ,  short  textured  mullet .  eye  colour:   blue .  height:   5  ft  11 .  tattoos:   a  line  of  trees  on  his  ribcage .  none:   ears .  clothing  style:   folksy  casual ,  jeans ,  graphic tees ,  sheepskin  jackets .  distinguishing  features:   none .  signature  scent:   montblanc  explorer .

HEALTH.

mental  disorder(s):   anxiety ,  chronic  depression .  physical  disorder(s):   none .  allergies:   lactose .  sleeping  habits:   night  owl ,  often  oversleeps .  eating  habits:   flexitarian .  sociability:   ambivert .  addictions:   alcoholism .  drug  use:   weed .  alcohol  use:   currently  sober .

PERSONALITY.

label(s):   folk  prince .  positive  traits:   welcoming ,  witty ,  creative ,  eager .  negative  traits:   faithless ,  self - indulgent ,  blunt ,  stubborn .  likes:   writing  music ,  touring ,  hiking ,  going  to  the  cinema .  dislikes:   photoshoots ,  award  shows ,  metal  music ,  ball  sports .  fears:   becoming  a  one - hit  wonder .  goals  and  ambitions:   to  continue  to  make  great  music  and  work  with  other  talented  artists .  astrology:   cancer  ( sun ) ,  libra  ( moon ) ,  gemini  ( rising ) .  moral  alignment:   chaotic  good .  element:   earth .  primary  vice:   sloth .  primary  virtue:   humility .

BIOGRAPHY.

finn  abel  riggs  grew  up  in  the  small  town  of  meredith ,  new  hampshire .  everyone  knew  everyone  and  that  was  the  way  his  family  liked  it .  his  parents  liked  the  slower  life ,  the  suburbia  that  came  with  a  place  surrounded  by  trees  and  between  two  lakes .  he  grew  up  with  one  older  brother ,  jack ,  only  just  over  a  year  apart  –  best  friends .  they  spent  their  free  afternoons  cycling  to  the  lake  to  watch  their  dad  work  on  the  boats ,  racing  each  other  behind  his  pick-up  on  the  way  home .  this  continued  for  most  of  finn's  childhood .  however ,  when  finn  was  13 ,  his  brother  jack  was  diagnosed  with  stage  3  cancer .  from  that  moment  on ,  all  priorities  had  shifted .  his  mother  doreen  quit  her  job  at  the  local  post  office  while  his  father  picked  up  more  shifts .  they  were  constantly  driving  between  hospitals  for  jack's  treatments  and  whenever  finn  could ,  he  came  along .  his  grades  started  slipping ,  but  there  were  more  important  things  to  worry  about .  there  were  constant  ups  and  downs ,  but  eventually ,  two  years  after  being  diagnosed ,  jack  passed .  losing  his  best  friend  and  only  sibling ,  finn  found  himself  lost .  he  stopped  socialising  and  did  not  speak  for  two  months .  for  that  next  christmas ,  he  was  gifted  a  guitar  by  his  parents ,  as  well  as  a  set  of  five  lessons  to  get  him  started .  he  poured  his  heart  and  soul  into  that  guitar .  having  the  guitar  as  a  proxy  between  him  and  the  outside  world ,  it  became  easier  to  open  up .  he  started  writing  songs  and  made  new  friends .  rather  than  watch  his  father  work  at  the  lake ,  he  now  found  himself  sitting  around  campfires  with  bottles  of  liquor  stolen  from  their  parents'  liquor  cabinets ,  making  music .  this  continued  until  he ,  flying  by  the  seat  of  his  pants ,  graduated  high  school .  he'd  been  promoting  his  music  a  bit  and  been  playing  at  weddings  and  small  parties .  a  small  amount  of  money  saved  up ,  he  packed  a  bag ,  his  guitar  and  left  for  new  york  city .  he  couchsurfed  between  gigs ,  spending  all  the  money  he  had  on  booze .  plenty  of  nights  he  found  himself  out  on  the  street ,  curled  up  under  a  bush  in  central  park  hoping  to  be  left  alone ,  absolutely  hammered .  he  wrote  music  with  other  artists ,  working  together  on  music ,  but  nothing  really  came  from  it.  he  had  a  small  cult  following .  a  year  and  a  half  ago ,  he  was  busking  in  the  subway  when  he  was  approached  by  a  talent  agent .  for  a  few  weeks ,  he  got  himself  together  to  save  enough  money  to  record  a  demo ,  which  was  them  picked  up  for  an  ep .  the  ep  did  alright ,  just  hitting  threshold  to  record  an  album .  the  album  went  viral .  everyone  wanted  a  piece  of  him  and  he  decided  to  put  down  the  bottle ,  checking  himself  into  rehab  with  his  advance  and  the  help  of  his  manager .  his  us  tour  started  immediately  after  rehab  and  it  was  a  hit .   he  recently  found  a  new  place  to  live  and  celebrated  6  months  of  sobriety .

[nhalphaomega]

Is that JOEL KINNAMAN? No, that’s KRADEN GULKEN. The 44 year old WERESHARK (BLOOD MOON) ALPHA MALE (HE, HIM, HIS) is a BOUNTY HUNTER (RETIRED). If you ask their friends, they’re known to be DETERMINED & CONFIDENT, but beware, they’re also known to be DESTRUCTIVE & SELFISH. Can you believe they’re from THE PRESENT? Me either.

BASIC INFO

Name: Kraden Gulken

Nickname: none

Age: 44 years old

Secondary gender: Alpha

Birthday: June 18th

Zodiac sign: Gemini

Moon: Blood Moon

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Occupation: Bounty Hunter (retired)

APPEARANCE

Height: 6'2

Weight: 180 lbs

Build: Lean, muscular

Hair color: Blonde

Eye Color: Blue

Tattoos: None

Piercings: None

Distinguishing Features: Sharp, angular features

Body hair: Shaved

Merfolk type: Shark

Shark species: Great White

Shark size/build: Larger than your average Great White

PERSONALITY

Alignment: Chaotic nuetral

Positive traits: Determined & confident

Negative traits: Destructive & selfish

Pet peeves: weak willed people, timidness, brown-nosers

Hobbies: Hunting, working out, swimming

NSFW

Kinks: biting, breeding, bondage, daddy kink, size differences, breeding other alphas, multiple partners, sparring, public displays, marking

Anti-Kinks: scat, vore, infantilism, cross dressing, sounding, and mutilation

Favorite positions: prison guard, pile driver, rear entry, folded deck chair, fire hydrant, deep impact, bodyguard, basset hound

Sexual preference: top*

Safe word: coral

Dick size: 10½", average thickness, curves to the left, hefty balls

*subject to change for plot purposes but will not happen often

BIOGRAPHY

WIP

[aysun-demir]

Name: Aysun Demir Age: 29 Birthday: June 21 1994 Zodiac: Cancer Species: Born Wolf

CHARACTER INFO Gender/Pronouns: Cis-Woman, She/Her Orientation: TBD Occupation: Registered Nurse Current Neighborhood: Shadow Lake How long have they been in town?: 1 week Have they triggered their curse? Yes Wolf Classification: Beta (born) Position in the Pack: Non-member Relationship status: Single

BIOGRAPHY Trigger Warnings: Death of a child, Illness, MAID, Discussions about the legality/morality of MAID/palliative care, Medical malpractice, Mentions of miscarriage/infertility, Mentions of death

Aysun Demir was born during the early hours of the morning on the Summer Solstice in Rize, Turkey. Her parents, Leila and Ahmet, had been trying for a child for nearly a decade before she arrived, so it was safe to say she was cherished. As was common in the culture, they lived in a small compound with their extended family, her aunts and uncles, her cousins. They were a pack, a small, unnoticed, unremarkable one- and they intended to keep it that way. The species war nearly wiped out their entire lineage, leaving only a few ancestors left to carry the family name. It was those ancestors who made a decision then that they would survive, even if it meant burying their true natures so deeply that their own decedents would some day question whether they were truly anything other than human.

And that was how the Demirs continued to live their lives centuries later, following the same rigid teachings and rules to ensure that no harm could ever come knocking on their door. All the children were homeschooled, and they were most often confined to the boundaries of the family compound. A few trusted adults would go into town for necessities and to show face, but even they exercised utmost caution. Driving was forbidden for the teenagers and young adults of the pack, as was drinking and other potentially 'unsafe' activities, again all in an attempt to avoid any accidental triggering of their curse. Speaking about Supernaturals was strictly forbidden. The children were given just enough information when they were old enough to ensure that they understood one thing- there was nothing worse than triggering the wolf gene. Though it might've seemed extreme, it worked. The pack lived in relative peace in their corner of the woods, decades passing with not a single turned-wolf among them. They were as good as human as far as anyone was concerned, and by the time Aysun's generation came around, the idea of their true werewolf identity was something of a fairytale, nothing more than a story to tell around a campfire or scare children into behaving. And perhaps that was why things eventually unraveled in the form of a young pack member who sought to challenge the rules, convinced they were only in place to control them rather than to protect them. Aysun was ten when her then fifteen year old cousin Ozan stole the keys to his father's truck in the middle of the night. Ozan would later claim that he didn't see the homeless man crouched at the side of the dirt road, not until the truck was rolling over him, at least. Her cousin didn't even stop to check if the man was alive or not, gunning it all the way back home. When he returned, the pack elders were waiting for him, and though he accepted his punishment for going on a joy ride, he didn't mention a word about the homeless man who may or may not be dead because of him. Things were fine for another week, but then the full moon came, and the entire pack watched in horror as Ozan's body contorted and he cried out in pain, the transformation taking over him. Aysun had watched from behind her fathers legs, eyes wide as saucers. She only caught a glimpse of her cousin dropping to all fours before she was being ushered away with all the other children. It was the last time she saw Ozan, come morning, he was gone and all the adults seemed to carry a sort of heaviness with them. All she was told when she asked was that Ozan had to leave for the safety of the pack. And all she knew was that her father had a big role in advocating for that decision. Things were different after that, it was almost like a sore than was left unattended to fester. The rules were stricter than before, but despite how suffocating it became, everyone followed them without fail.

It didn't stop the hunters from finding them anyway.

It turned out that, despite being banished, Ozan continued to linger in the woods surrounding the compound, scared and alone, unknowingly attracting the attention of the hunters. The assault could hardly be considered a battle, her family was sorely unprepared, having unlocked none of the defenses that would've allowed them a fighting chance. It didn't matter to the hunters that they were un-triggered, they were still vermin to be exterminated based on potential alone. Aysun doesn't have many memories of that night, having blocked most of it out, but the next thing she remembered was being on a plane to the US with her dad, her mother noticeably absent.

They didn't speak about that night ever again, nor did they speak about her mother. It was almost as if none of it happened and they just left Turkey for a new beginning for the heck of it. Though he never acknowledged it out loud, Aysun watched the weight of it overcome her father like a sickness over the next few years. Unsure of how to make things better, she did the only thing she could think to do- follow his rules obediently, and never put him in a position that would break his heart further.

Though Ahmet continued to lead the household with the teachings from the pack, he also acknowledged that some changes had to be made. They needed money, a way to build a life and sustain themselves. It was because of this that he begrudgingly allowed Aysun to pursue higher education. Being thrust into the public school experience after being squirreled away for so long was jarring to say the least, but Aysun excelled in school, even if she had no social life to show for it, and in no time she was graduating with a degree in nursing. The first nursing job Aysun was hired for was in pediatric oncology at the local hospital. Despite the grim nature of her job, there was something rewarding about helping families through the worst times of their life. With her gentle nature, it was unfortunately very common for her to get too attached to her patients. That was what happened in the case of Daisy, a sweet little five year old with late stage leukemia. Aysun was the admitting nurse when Daisy had first come in with her family following her diagnosis, white-blonde curls bouncing around her cherubic face as she skipped down the halls giggling. The little girl had taken a special liking to Aysun, and vice versa, so she was often assigned to the family. In the span of a few months, Daisy became just a shell of what she used to be, blonde ringlets long gone, sunken cheeks and sickly distended belly. The chemo hadn't worked, neither had the radiation or the surgery, and with each new treatment and test, it became clear that Daisy was only getting worse.

It broke Aysun's heart to watch it all happen in real time, to watch Daisy's parents mourn her while she was still technically alive, to watch the life slowly drain out of her as she was switched to palliative care. The little girl was constantly in pain, the kind that all the narcotics in the world couldn't fix, and she continued on that downward spiral until her parents had had enough. They wanted to end her suffering, they couldn't put her through it anymore. They'd read about something called MAID, medical assistance in dying, a way for them to give their daughter the ultimate gift of peace. Aysun wasn't sure how she felt about the concept, but she could see the toll it was taking on the whole family.

And so she helped the family bring it up to the doctors- only to have it shut down. Despite Daisy's death being obviously imminent, the laws in their state decided that she'd have to suffer to the end, until her body decided it was time. It was unfair, it was unjust, but there was nothing they could do about it. They tried to fight it, but the family couldn't afford expensive lawyers, nor could they afford to fly Daisy to one of the few states where it was legal. The news devastated the family further, and Aysun couldn't count the number of times she'd sobbed together with Daisy's parents as they watched the little girl's slow decline. It was a rare slow shift that night, and Aysun only had one patient. Daisy. She sat with the girl for most of the night, a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach as she watched the labored rise and fall of the little girl's chest. The family had been in earlier, as they were every day, and as Aysun sat there she replayed over and over in her mind the moment Daisy's mother told her she'd started praying her little girl would just pass. Daisy was in and out of consciousness most days at that point, so drugged up on a cocktail of narcotics to try and manage her pain. It still didn't work, she could tell by the furrow of the girl's hairless brow, by the soft groaning sounds she was making with each exhale.

The sinking feeling in her stomach grew and grew until it swallowed her whole.

On quivering feet, Aysun left Daisy's bedside, moving toward the medication room. It was time for one of Daisy's scheduled narcotics, she basically had the girl's whole chart memorized at that point. The other nurse on shift barely looked up from her phone as she walked past with the vial in her pocket. All narcotics were meant to be double checked with another nurse and co-signed for accuracy, but she knew this particular nurse was lax on the rules, just telling others to sign her name for her. Aysun didn't like the nurse all that much, but it would work in her favor that night at least.

The one nice thing about the palliative area of the pediatric oncology ward was that there were no monitors, no jarring sounds. So Daisy instead passed away listening to the gentle playback of her favorite tv show, her cold hand clutched in Aysun's warm ones. The syringe and vial, which was more empty than it should've been, were already discarded, the narcotics sheets signed and squared away.

She sat with Daisy long after she stopped feeling her heartbeat flutter against the inside of her delicate wrist. And maybe she was imagining it, but she could've sworn the little girl was smiling. At shift change in the morning, she informed the doctors that Daisy had passed away in her sleep, and as she'd been at deaths door for so long, the news was met with was words of sympathy and hugs. Despite her shift being over, she stayed until Daisy's parents got to the hospital, and she stayed as they all cried tears torn between sadness and peace.

The weight of what she'd done didn't hit until she'd checked her phone after, to see all the missed calls from her father. He drove her to and picked her up from work, as she didn't (and couldn't) drive, he was likely waiting in the carpark wondering where she was. All at once Aysun thought she was going to be sick. Despite her intentions, and despite the circumstances, she'd caused a death.

What had she done. She was sure her father could tell something was wrong when she got in the car, she could tell he wanted to ask, but long gone were the days they actually spoke to one another freely and openly. They hadn't done that since they left Turkey, and so the car ride home was long and painfully silent. Once she was in the safety of her own room, Aysun quickly looked up when the next full moon would be- two weeks. That didn't give her much time at all. She didn't sleep a wink that night, though she did silently sob into her pillow, a war waging within herself on multiple fronts. She was glad Daisy was finally at peace, but had she done the right thing? How was she going to explain to her father what'd happened, that she'd triggered her curse? What would he do when he found out? What was she going to do in two weeks time when she shifted for the first time? Thoughts of Ozan flittered through her mind unbidden, his howls of pain ringing in her ears, the look of horror in the faces of the adults around her. The look on her father's face. No. She couldn't do it.

There was no way for her to reverse what she'd done, and she wasn't even sure yet if she'd want to reverse it even if she could. Perhaps in part it was cowardice, but all she knew was that she couldn't put her father through this all over again. And so, with the tears still wet on her cheeks, Aysun began throwing together a few items in her bag, moving quickly in the darkness. Knowing her father was likely asleep in the living room, she quietly pushed open the window of her ground-floor bedroom before sneaking through. Back home in Turkey, she'd overheard some of her aunts and uncles mention a place called Lunar Cove, a safe haven of sorts for their kind. That sort of talk was forbidden in the pack, especially around the kids, but she'd been eavesdropping with her cousins. The memory had been hiding in her mind all that time before coming forward when she needed it the most.

With one final look over her shoulder at the run down little house she'd so desperately tried making into a home for her and her father, Aysun set off.

[senatushq]

NAME. Jonas Olander AGE & BIRTH DATE. 25 & June 7th, 1998 GENDER & PRONOUNS. Male & He/Him SPECIES. Daemonfey ( Draegloth ) OCCUPATION. Unemployed FACE CLAIM. Rainer Dawn

biography

( tw: self harm, attempted suicide, violence, blood ) Even in the modern era, Jonas was brought up in the ways of old his born pack upheld as sacred. Outsiders weren’t allowed for turned lycans or those from diluted bloodlines were inferior. The Olanders were part of a noble and ancient heritage that stretched back to the first Tiber alpha. It had been many generations since his pack had splintered off, but the stories kept the connection alive and burning in Jonas’ heart. He memorized the tales of his prominent forbearers, adopted the customs passed down on him, and found his natural place within pack hierarchy. For weeks they lived within a community, preparing for the four nights the moon they worshipped granted them their true strength. Moon after moon, shift after shift, Jonas became over the years what he was raised to be: a true lycan coexisting with the natural world. Every hunt was a tribute, every howl was a reminder of his heritage. He was proud to be born as he was and happy to serve his pack until the day he died.

However, no pack was above the laws of the wild. Shifting dynamics across the globe caused lycans everywhere to consolidate power. The rise of the Lupo led to an influx in Rome-bound pilgrimages, but the Olanders chose to turn their ears away from the howls. Thrive or perish, that was nature’s way, so a pack that operated on old, isolationist policies would have to pray their old-world strength was enough to combat an onslaught. A distant pack came, eager to usurp Jonas’ alpha and consolidate his pack into something else entirely. His outrage at the initial attack was shared amongst all the lycans of his family. The idea of their noble heritage being tainted by outsiders infuriated them. Still, his first field of battle was where he finally learned that conviction alone was not enough to protect what was cherished.

It was a brutal war and Jonas watched countless faces of those he’d known his entire life cut down before his eyes as he fought. His pack and livelihood were burning around him, forcing him to acknowledge the promises of greatness that had filled his head from birth as lies. The pleading prayers of his dying family were like a curse to his ears. Jonas couldn’t bear it, the sonata of failure shattering across the battlefield his spirit allowing something much darker to sprout in its place. Jonas rejected the death encroaching on his broken body and bit into the heart of the injured packmate clinging to life next to him. Then he did it again, and again, over and over until he devoured any trace of weakness the Olander pack exhibited in their defeat. He rose on his hackles, empowered by the fallen he absorbed despite how doing so disconnected him from the traditions he’d upheld and fought back. The assailants were ill-prepared for a sudden volatile and Jonas managed to slash through scores of enemy lycans before he was brought down, but he was eventually brought down. That was to be it for him, disgracing himself in the name of revenge only to die battered and alone. He cursed his fate, and himself, which made him prime real estate for the dark promise that whispered in his ear. Jonas had only wanted to protect his pack and he gave up his soul in the process, but it was all a waste. Why should he let that be his end though? He rejected death once, so why not again?

Jonas didn’t want to die, that’s all he wanted. But it was a bargain made under the most desperate of circumstances because his first coherent thought on the other side of the agony he endured was how he wished he’d gone out with the rest of his pack. The creature he’d allowed himself to become was vile, disgusting, and so far removed from lycanthropy that his own reflection made him wretch, even when he wasn’t in shifted form. He hated what he had become and hated himself for letting it happen, but there was no way out or through. Jonas had tried to find an out on his own more than a few times, but he traded his soul for power. The kind of power that was not so easily destroyed.

Jonas found salvation at his lowest point at the bottom of a pool of blood. Some of it was whatever unlucky creature he tore to ribbons, some was his own trickling down his flesh after hours of gouging at his immortal hide. He was a mess and that was his pattern, but one flash of an impish smile bearing down on him and Jonas lost the urge entirely. He had nothing, and then out of the blue, he had everything. He was a complete stranger to comfort and opulence. He knew he didn’t deserve an ounce of contentment after disgracing his bloodline. Jonas was prepared to live out the rest of his days in loneliness while he repented for giving himself to darkness. But alongside Napoleon and Carmine he could pretend at the very least. They were alike enough, and they were his pack. Plus, when they smiled Jonas found it hard to hate himself. He would never regain what he’d lost no matter how hard he tried, but maybe if he could keep this new pack of his safe then perhaps one day he’d stop regretting his rejection of death’s hand.

personality

+ uninhibited, pensive, consistent – stubborn, self-loathing, merciless

played by zen. est. he/him.

[tyetknot]

King of the Witches - A Review | Introduction

King of the Witches Introduction

Introduction | 1 - The Young Initiate | 2 - A Magic Childhood | 3 - The Haunted Hill | 4 - Call Down The Spirits | 5 - Bewitched

King of the Witches was published in 1969 and ostensibly written by June Johns, although there is speculation that Sanders either wrote it himself or largely dictated the material presented. Alex Sanders was a bit of a showman, the life of the party, and at least a little bit a charlatan, in that many of the events described in this book very clearly didn’t happen, but in the world of 1960s – 1980s modern pagan witchcraft that is hardly unusual.

Having completed my chapter-by-chapter readthrough analysis review hitjob of Nigel Pearson’s Treading The Mill, I decided I’d take a look at King of the Witches: The World of Alex Sanders. I was recently able to get a very nice physical copy of this book which I find is a much more pleasant reading experience than going through a scanned .pdf version of it, and as it’s been a while since I read it I have comparatively fresh eyes for it. A newer biography, Coin For The Ferryman, has come out recently and I have a vague idea of cross-referencing it with King of the Witches and Maxine Sanders’ Fire Child which is even more blatant fiction passing itself off as an autobiography. We will have to see – many things happen in the fullness of time.

Alex Sanders (1926 – 1988) was the founder of the Alexandrian Tradition of Wicca, one of the two most well-known traditions of the religion. He was married three times, most famously to Maxine Sanders, and was the father of five children. He claimed that he had been given the title ‘King of the Witches’ by a council of witches, a position that has since gone unfilled in spite of some claimants who are generally unrecognized, most notoriously by Kevin Carlyon who has engaged in a variety of absurd publicity stunts largely focused on the Loch Ness Monster.

Many early Wiccans shunned the media spotlight and found that any attempts to seriously engage with it backfired horribly – reading Gerald Gardner’s The Meaning of Witchcraft shows his confused attempts to correct tabloid journalist accounts of his practices, and Doreen Valiente very famously split with Gardner because he had been trying to engage with the media (among other reasons). Witches trying to use the media against other witches to settle petty slights was a moderately common thing and it is one thing Robert Cochrane Roy Bowers is remembered for.

Sanders, however, accepted that the media existed and was something that could be worked with, and was clearly adept at using sex and showmanship to capture attention in order to grow his brand. Many iconic photos that are today instantly recognizable were taken of his coven and their rituals.

King of the Witches is presented as a biographical account of his entry into witchcraft and his life as one of its High Priests. Published in 1969, and has many sensationalist claims that defy credibility. In this column we will be going through it on a chapter-by-chapter basis. Strap in, friends, because this is one hell of a ride. It’s gonna get weird.

Introduction

The book opens with a list of illustrations, a glossary, and an Introduction. This starts out by discussing how people have always believed in magic in that 1960s “I read the encyclopedia article” kind of way. It asserts that the gods of the Old Religion became the devils of the new in a way that was very common in books on modern pagan witchcraft until the very late 90s – early aughts. It is imperative for us modern readers to remember that good scholarship on the history of Wicca did not really exist until very recently and even after Hutton’s The Triumph of the Moon was published in 1999 there was a lot of resistance to accepting the truths it contained. Some prominent pagans out there still believe in the Murrayite witch-cult hypothesis. Nowadays we mostly know better, but it is important for us to keep this in mind.

“Certain aspects of white-witch dogma can be traced to ancient religions all over the world, in Druidical beliefs, for instance, and the incantations in Runic have been passed from generation to generation.”

We, of course, know that modern Druidry is every bit as modern as Wicca, and that the use of runes for divination is modern as well. But this was 1969, a different time indeed. We know today, for example, that Heinrich Kramer and Jakob Sprenger, the authors of the Malleus Maleficarum, did not, in fact, have the full support of the Pope, and that their book was considered heretical because of the incorrect demonology and unlawful legal procedures contained therein, but again, 1969. This book has the usual sort of twaddle we can expect from books of the time – the Malleus Maleficarum dominated witch hysteria until the Reformation, that many Christian priests were only outwardly Christian but secretly pagan, that sort of nonsense. One line that stood out to me here was:

“Spiteful women are not confined to the twentieth century; they abounded in medieval Europe.”

Conspicuously absent is the outdated claim that the witch hysteria was aimed at powerful women, but this was published a while before books spreading that claim came into vogue. There are the usual breathless descriptions of torture and trial, of shaving and pricking and searches for the devil’s mark on the accused. One strange footnote reads:

“Or, at the start of the terror, for the mark of the three-nailed claw, known as the Witches’ Mark, with which witches used to tattoo their converts.”

This is, of course, a weird new spin on the concept that upon their induction into the worship of the Devil, Satan would bite, nip, or scar his new devotee. Some modern traditions of Wicca practice initiatory tattooing but I don’t believe this is a very widespread notion and I can only readily think of one Tradition that does it. The book suggests that people died from pricking.

“Not every witch denied the charges; many went into great detail about the spells they had worked, and were proud to be named. These same prisoners went to the gallows almost gaily, just as much martyrs to their religion as the early Christians who were thrown to the lions.”

You can just say Isobel Gowdie, it’s fine.

Notably, for all the weird crap that is enthusiastically regurgitated in this book, it mentions a couple things that are almost never brought up in modern pagan discussion of the witch hysteria – it states that only a small number of people accused were actually deemed guilty and executed, and it gives an almost-sane number of casualties – about 250,000. This is a far cry from the nine million figure that was commonly bandied about and occasionally still is, and is comparatively close to modern estimates. Unfortunately there are further absurd statements, like the following:

“The books of magic, or ‘grimoires’ as they were called, were seized upon by collectors – many of the witches’ closest secrets were discovered in the Key of Solomon, a copy of which is preserved in the British Museum. Clutching the remnants of their faith, the survivors of the witch-hunts went underground. But not for long.”

Tell me you haven’t read the Key of Solomon without telling me that you haven’t read the Key of Solomon.

The book tells us that Elipas Levi was a witch and Catholic priest – actually he left the clergy at the age of 26 and started studying the occult at 40. She also claims that Levi led the witchcraft revival which is, uh, not true at all. There are some strange claims about the person who did lead the witchcraft revival, Gerald Gardner. We are told that he was initiated to the First Degree by Dafo, started up some covens and filled out the rituals he had been given with other material. These are fairly normal statements, but it also hilariously says:

“Today, ‘Gardnerian’ witches are considered novices by hereditary witches who learnt their rituals from records handed down from generation to generation; they are accepted as legitimate witches but only of the first grade.”

This feels like a strong claim coming from someone who allegedly copied Pat Kopanski’s Book of Shadows in the garage while the other witches were in the house having a party, but go off, I guess.

The book asserts that Sanders is descended from a long line of Welsh witches, and that he was made King of the Witches in 1965, the last holder of this title having been Owain Glyndwr, the last independent Prince of Wales. I have been unable to find anything to prove this last statement, and have a sneaky suspicion that it stems entirely from the depiction of this historical personage in Shakespeare’s Henry IV Part 1.

We are told that Sanders is “unique in that he has set himself the task of making his religion respectable.” Whether or not this respectability involves publishing photos of Maxine Sanders’ tits remains to be seen.

The Introduction closes with a plea to the reader to consider that the practices of the modern witch are no less absurd than those of other religions, which is nice, I guess.

The next chapter of the book, The Young Initiate, has the telling of a now well-known story of Sanders’ introduction into witchcraft at the hands of his grandmother at the age of seven. Stay tuned!

[bledfear]

❝ touch my things y te mando pal carajo , mama guevo  ❞

ᚠᚱᛟᛗ ⸻ jenna ortega. cis woman. she/her ⸻ i saw isabella cruz around the colony house , you know? the 23 years old that was driving from new york when they saw the tree on the road. isabella has been here for a month and i think they were college student before they got stuck in the town. with the way things are now, they are struggling to maintain a sense of normalcy and seek a way out without losing themselves or dying. lets hope you at least survive the night on their own . ⸻

GENERAL   INFORMATION.  ⸻

full   name   : isabella cruz .

nickname(s)   : she hates nicknames unless its coming from those close to her . 

age :  23 .   

gender   identity : cis woman .     

sexual orientation :  heterosexual .   

place   of   birth   : new mexico .  

date   of   birth : june 21st .     

former   occupation : college student ( marine biologist ) .

3   positive traits  : street-smart , organized , bold .

3   negative traits  : anal-retentive , impatient , tempered .

moral alignment : chaotic good . 

faceclaim  : jenna ortega .

TOWN   INFORMATION.  ⸻

current   residency   : the colony house .

current   occupation : n/a .

time in town : a month .

BIOGRAPHY   YOUR   CHARACTER'S   BACKGROUND.  ⸻

⸻ isabella was an unplanned pregnancy that her father was over the moon for . however unlike her father , her controlling mother who already had a 12 year old son wanted nothing to do with isabella . she had the child anyways because of her father . two years later she decided it was not the life for her and took her son and left isabella and her father which left the two year old crying for her older brother .

⸻ despite being raised by her father for the next years to come , isabella never felt lacking . moving to puerto rico , to take care of her grandmother , they stayed there for some time before moving back to their home once her grandmother passed . it was during this time that isabella would reunite with her older brother , mateo . both going to the beach as it was through that that isabella's love for the ocean grew and would hyperfinite on everything involving the ocean .

⸻ at 13 isabella would lose her father due to an illness . losing her only real parent was hard enough without her own mother making a scene at his funeral regarding isabella's inheritance . her mother wanted her share but all her father left the woman was a dollar so she couldn't contest the will and mateo some properties in puerto rico and the house to share with isabella as he knew he could only trust her older half brother with isabella .

⸻ the next 5 years isabella's life was bliss with her brother working and occasionally when he was free taking her out to the aquarium or the beach or getting her documentaries that came out recently and watching them with her . she eventually graduated high school at 18 and it was during the summer that she would go through another loss . the disappearance of her older half brother .

⸻ it was the only time she would contact her mother as the woman didn't care and basically didn't bother reporting him missing . HE'S PROBABLY DEAD . a statement isabella refused to believe and would push for the police to find him and even worked with one of his co-workers to keep her updated . not wanting her to worry he pushed her to continue her life .

⸻ isabella would go on to go to NYU and pursue to be a marine biologist . It was during her move back to her dorm on her last semester that isabella would get stuck in town . worst of all during the night . by chance when isabella screamed and got hurt in the process her brother came shooting and grabbed isabella , taking her to safety . ever since then isabella wondered about the place she is now stuck in and happy to see her brother again .

⸻ despite her small stature isabella has an outspoken attitude and when angered or frustrated , she has a tendency to rant in spanish. she is very proud of her mexican and puerto rican roots . organized , anal-retentive , and a bit obsessed with the ocean and marine life , isabella feels stressed when things aren’t orderly or organized how she did it . she hates when people touch her things without permission or don't put them back where they belong . It's why she had some tension within the colony house but stays there because of her brother and to ease her anxiety in not wanting to lose him again .

[krispyweiss]

Quarter Notes: Blurbs & Briefs from Sound Bites

- In this edition: Pink Floyd; Sarah Jarosz; Paul McCartney; & Christine McVie

DARK SIDE OF THE MOON RISES ON THE CHARTS: Pink Floyd’s the Dark Side of the Moon eclipsed another record - its own - by bagging its 985th nonconsecutive week on the Billboard 200, Forbes magazine reports.

Sitting at No. 193, the 1973 LP is the longest-charting album in the history the top-200 list.

A SARAH JAROSZ SATURDAY MORNING: Sarah Jarosz will appear on “CBS Mornings” on Dec. 16, ahead of the Jan. 26, 2024, release of Polaroid Lovers.

MCCARTNEY CALLS III BACK AGAIN: Paul McCartney on Dec. 15 will re-release McCartney III in three colored-vinyl-and-lyrics-sheets-or-sketches configurations to mark the album’s third birthday.

CHRISTINE MCVIE BIOGRAPHY DUE NEXT YEAR: Lesley-Ann Jones’ “Perfect: An Intimate Biography of Christine McVie” is scheduled to hit bookshelves June 20, 2024.

12/12/23