#Daemos Rising

[almostangrything]

Quick question. What fandom(s) do my mutuals follow me for?

Tagging mutuals (yes all of you)

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@usernose @omghiiiiii @jook-pook @i-stole-the-sky @littleorangemushrooms

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@grungycxvern @bettathanyou @10dunksfansinatrenchcoat

that's my list have fun yall

[xerith-42]

oo ship idea!! asch x phys is a popular one:)

I'm assuming you meant Rhys, and while I'm not surprised this is a popular ship, it's one I've never written.

First time for everything

Asch's castle was depressingly empty. It was something Rhys tried not to think about too often, busying himself with studies or stocking up the library he was allowed to access. It always infuriated him that the Royal Library was shut off from him, but he never expressed such a thing to anyone. Just spend his days wandering the empty castle, stocking the boring shelves of this library. He never expressed his dissatisfaction with this empty castle. He still considered himself lucky to even be in this castle half the time.

Rhys was smart. He never doubted that. He was able to be humble about that fact, yet there was still that lingering part of him that feared he somehow didn't deserve to be here. That he had somehow faked his way through an entire apprenticeship and relationship with the prince of Daemos. It sounded ridiculous, but it never stopped him from thinking it.

"Are you busy?" Asch suddenly asked. Rhys jumped with surprise, looking up from the page he nearly had his nose buried in. Asch was leaning over the table in the library, his hair falling forward slightly as he looked into Rhys' eyes. One major thing made Rhys doubt his entire career path. His never ending crush on the Prince of Daemos. How could he be his right hand man when he wanted to court him?

"N-Not particularly," Rhys finally stuttered out. "Why do you ask?"

"I..." Asch looked around, before pulling a chair over and sliding into it naturally. Suddenly the same height made the scene more intimate. It didn't help Rhys' ongoing crisis when he heard how low Asch's voice could be when he whispered. "I need something from the Royal Library."

"Why are you asking me? I'm forbidden to go in there."

"But you want to."

"That is besides the point."

"Rhys, I don't know how to navigate a library, you do."

"Not one I've never been in." Asch rolled his eyes, and that managed to make a cheeky smile break out across Rhys' face. He wanted to help Asch with this more than anything. He just had to put up a bit of a fight so the prince wouldn't get suspicious at his eagerness to break castle rules.

"Please, Rhys, I need your help with this." That single word was Rhys' weakness. Anytime Asch said that, Rhys was guaranteed to help, and Asch knew it. "Please." Rhys let out a sigh, still pretending that he had to be talked into this.

"What are we looking for?" Asch's face broke out into a smile as he reached into his shirt and pulled out an old worn down piece of paper. On it was a list of ingredients, only about half of them Rhys recognized. It was in Lady Grandma's handwriting. Asch pointed to the bottom part of the list, three different book titles, all marked as being in the Royal Library.

"Lady Grandma has tasked me to start gathering the items on this list. Some will be easier than others, but I figured you could help me with these." Rhys looked over the rest of the page.

"What is this for?" Asch flinched, tempted to pull the page away. Then again, if he was going through with this, Rhys would find out eventually.

"I'll tell you later. We've got a short window to work on right now." Asch somehow leaned in even closer, and Rhys had to fight every part of his body that told him to kiss Asch. Not important. "Bish and my brother will be gone for another three moons, and Lady Grandma said she's willing to open the library for us, but we still have a very short amount of time before someone gets suspicious of how long we've been gone."

"Sounds like we need to get to work."

"Meet me in the east wing, last door before the Royal Hall, just as the moon rises again."

"You have my word I'll be there, Prince Asch." Asch got this look to him, not quite the cocky grin Rhys was used to. it seemed... softer. Like he knew something Rhys didn't, but kept it to himself.

"I'm sure you will."

And when the moon rose, Rhys was waiting nearby the library, book in hand as he leaned against the wall. He was at least trying to act casual. Trying. When Asch slid up next to him and their shoulders bumped against one another, he could tell he was failing. Just their shoulders bumping together was enough to have him blushing like an idiot and struggling to hold his book up.

"Ten seconds," Asch whispered. A shiver went down Rhys' spine hearing his quiet voice directly in his ear. He didn't trust himself to speak, so he just nodded, and counted. Ten seconds past, and they heard the sound of the Royal Library doors being opened. Asch suddenly grabbed Rhys' hand and took off, causing Rhys to nearly trip over himself, only catching his footing once his book had been abandoned. He'd come for it later.

Not much else mattered when he and Asch were racing hand in hand through the Royal Library, ducking past a shelf before they paused, backs against the case to catch their breaths. Asch shoved the paper into Rhys' hands, and while he initially struggled to read the titles, he had an easier time. All of them books on human souls and magic.

"Know where they are?" Asch asked quietly.

"Yes. They'll be hidden, back corner, left side," Rhys answered, and the moment the words left his mouth, Asch took off again. this time Rhys managed to keep up, though his eyes wandered as they raced through the musty library. Asch stopped suddenly, making Rhys slam into his back. "Prince Asch, why--"

Asch brought an arm around him and dragged him into the nearest alcove, before putting a hand over Rhys' mouth. He kept his gaze elsewhere, listening for whatever might be a threat to them getting found out. All Rhys could focus on was how warm Asch's hand was, how beautiful he looked towering over him, and how close their bodies were. Their chests were nearly touching in the cramped space, and it seemed like Asch didn't notice.

Eventually he let out a sigh of relief and dropped his hand, turning to look down at the daemos below him. Then he realized how close they were to each other, and how dark Rhys' cheeks were. Oh. Asch smiled again, that same soft grin, and this time he let out a muted laugh. Only loud enough for them to hear.

"What are you laughing at?" Rhys asked, his voice coming out more pouty than he intended. Asch let out that laugh again, leaning in close enough that Rhys could feel his breath on his face.

"How much you want to kiss me," Asch replied, bringing a hand to Rhys' chin. "Don't think I haven't seen the way you look at me." Rhys' breathing picked up, his hands digging into the shelf behind him.

"I-i haven't a clue what you're talking about, P-Prince."

"Sure you don't. That's why you're pushing me away and telling me to stop, right?" Rhys went silent, and that was all the invitation Asch needed to close the minuscule distance between their lips. Rhys' previously frozen hands jumped to Asch's cheeks, pulling him in closer, leaning into the kiss like it was his last moment alive. It had been two seconds and he was already addicted to the feeling. He needed it like he needed to breathe.

And to his absolute delight, Asch returned a similar affection, pulling Rhys closer by his hips and holding him in place. Their quest of whatever they were doing was long forgotten in Rhys' mind, just pushing into Asch hoping for another second of this sweet bliss. The sound of shuffling from nearby made them both freeze, eyes wide open and looking around, lips still locked. Another shuffle, and then a skittering away. Asch finally pulled away, but he kept his hands where they were.

"The Guardians are growing restless. We need to get going," He said, surprisingly calm given the scenario. All Rhys could notice was how pretty his cheeks looked when they were blushing that brightly. "Rhys, we need to go!"

"R-right, sorry, let's go!" Rhys said back, this time taking the lead as they approached the final bookcase. He barely managed to get his eyes to focus on the paper, and struggled even more to find the books in question. And for once it wasn't because of his awful sight. It was because he kept wanting to look at Asch's lips, to pull him into another kiss, to have another moment like that. He finally managed to find the three books, one of them a normal size he was used to, one significantly smaller, and the other nearing the weight of a hefty tome. Asch carried it without question.

It meant their escape was less romantic as they weren't running hand in hand anymore, but when they stumbled out of the library still breathing, it was worth it. The doors creaked closed behind them, and in the following silence they could both hear the others heavy breathing. Asch glanced down at Rhys, who looked up at him wide eyed and almost in awe.

"Let's get these to Lady Grandma's potion room," Asch instructed as he adjusted how he was carrying the tome. "And when we're done with that, I can take you back to my chambers."

"Y-Yes, Prince Asch."

[dream-beyond-the-fantasy]

Trying to decide what to read next. In addition to entertaining me, I would like something to inspire or help me write. Most options are going to be Doctor Who-related books. Others are things that either my OC would read.

[bohemian-nights]

Imagine building a “ship” based on rumours 🤡 that explains why you are so miserable, dumb and obsessed with Daemyra😂 Matt Smith just said that no one can trust mushroom at comic con few days ago 😂 Daemyra is everything you crave for your deranged (self-inserted👀) 🚢

You feel better now? Come off anon and say it with your whole chest if you do not. I promise I will not bite🤗

Now let’s get into your deeply flawed accusations, shall we😊:

1. Daemon and Nettles’ romantic relationship is based on more than just rumors (Mushroom is not the only source despite you people falsely claiming that he is). I know that you Dumbnyra, my apologies, Daemyra stans are a little slow so let me break it down for you:

In both Fire & Blood and in The Rise of the Dragon (left passages) Maester Norren’s(who was there with them at Maidenpool unlike Mushroom) testimony is used to support the claim that Daemon and Nettles were lovers.

Of course, I know that you are going to say that Maester Norren is the same one who mentions Daemon doting on Nettles like a daughter, but what man bathes with his grown daughter or someone who he sees as his daughter? I also know that you’ll spout out some bull crap about how in The Wheel of Time two friends bathed together and it was platonic. Don’t do that.

I want you to show me a piece of media where a father(or father figure) is bathing naked with his grown adult daughter and it wasn’t considered creepy and weird🙃

Would you consider it normal if Rhaenyra bathed with Corlys 🙃 Or better yet, would you take a bath with your father or a fatherly figure at the age you are now 🙃 Is that what you do for father daughter bonding time ☺️

Furthermore, in Fire & Blood, Lord Mooton’s brother(top right passage) makes note of how fond Daemon is of Nettles. Fond enough that the man who murders family members including children for his own advancement would fight through sixty men, burn down a castle, and would lay his life down for Netty.

Daemon chooses to put Nettles first, disobeying his beloved wife’s orders(remember she wanted him back by her side in Kings Landing not going after Aemond by himself) and betraying her trust causing her to ultimately lose the war and her life:

“Long leagues to the north, in a castle overlooking the Bay of Crabs, another lord found himself sliding down a sword’s edge as well. From King’s Landing came a raven bearing the queen’s message to Manfryd Mooton, Lord of Maidenpool: he was to deliver her the head of the bastard girl Nettles, who had been judged guilty of high treason. “No harm is to be done my lord husband, Prince Daemon of House Targaryen,” Her Grace commanded. “Send him back to me when the deed is done, for we have urgent need of him.” -Fire & Blood

“By evenfall, Rhaenyra Targaryen found herself sore beset on every side, her reign in ruins. “The queen wept when they told her how Ser Lorent died,” Mushroom testifies, “but she raged when she learned that Maidenpool had gone over to the foe, that the girl Nettles had escaped, that her own beloved consort had betrayed her, and she trembled when Lady Mysaria warned her against the coming dark, that this night would be worse than the last.” -Fire & Blood

In The World of Ice & Fire (in the above bottom right passage) Nettles is unquestionably recognized as being Daemon’s lover.

In the Novella The Princess and the Queen Daemon and Nettles are said to be lovers:

“Long leagues to the North in a castle overlooking The Bay of Crabs, another lord found himself sliding down a sword’s edge as well. From King’s Landing came a raven bearing the queen’s message to Manfryd Mooton, Lord of Maidenpool. He was to deliver her the head of the bastard girl Nettles who was said to become Prince Daemon’s lover.”

Lastly, we also have this little piece of media where Nettles is once again stated to be Daemon’s lover.

I can not reiterate this enough, none of the above sources cite Mushroom’s testimony as evidence for Daemon and Nettles being lovers and Daemon loving Nettles. We are not making sh!t up or basing Daemon and Nettles’ relationship off of Mushroom’s salacious tales. They are claimed to be lovers in every(because once again despite in Fire & Blood Maester Norren saying Daemon doted on Nettles like a daughter he is the one providing evidence for their sexual and romantic relationship) single edition of the story.

2. HOTD and shipping Daemon and Nettles is my hobby. The only time I talk about your ship is in defense of my ship or if someone is asking me about your ship.

That being said, while this is a hobby, I’m not going to turn a blind eye to the blatant anti-Blackness and misogynoir that is rife in this fandom. Misogynoir that is perpetuated mainly by your side of the fandom, so what you are not going to do is come for me because I call you people out on your bs.

What we are not going to do is act like I came out the gate swinging for your ship when I did not. You people are actively making Black fans' experience in fandoms(which is supposed to be a fun space) unenjoyable because we either have to ignore your racism or make posts like these defending ourselves on why we say what we say or ship what we ship. So save your miserable, dumb, deranged, and obsessed accusations for the people who are spouting out this bull crap:

3. Matt was referring to the rumors that Daemon and Alicent had an affair in The Rogue Prince novella (these rumors were cut from Fire & Blood):

He was not referring to Daemon and Nettles’ relationship. You would know that if you were actually paying attention, but I understand that the facts are not your side of the fandom’s forte. I understand that y’all would rather make up bs to prop up your sinking ship than hear the cold hard truth 🤷🏽‍♀️

At any rate, the show has already incorporated some of Mushroom’s bawdy tales (notably the brothel fiasco😊):

And I don’t think I need to remind you he’s not the only one who mentions Daemon and Nettles’ relationship(revisit point 1. if you need that reminder 😊)

4. There is nothing about your ship that I want for my ship because I don’t crave this for Daemon and Nettles:

Or this:

Or this:

(This is the fate that awaits your self insert, who is a racist sociopath that thinks the appropriate response to finding out your husband is with someone you deem as being lesser is to go on a racist tirade and commit a hate crime , when the love of her life leaves her on read while saving Netty🤷🏽‍♀️)

I sincerely hope that Daemon and Nettles’ romantic relationship is nothing like your ship and I hope that we get to see this come to life:

“How the prince and his bastard girl spent their last night beneath Lord Mooton's roof is not recorded, but as dawn broke they appeared together in the yard, and Prince Daemon helped Nettles saddle Sheepstealer one last time. It was her custom to feed him each day before she flew; dragons bend easier to their rider's will when full. That morning she fed him a black ram, the largest in all Maidenpool, slitting the ram's throat herself. Her riding leathers were stained with blood when she mounted her dragon, Maester Norren records, and "her cheeks were stained with tears." No word of farewell was spoken betwixt man and maid, but as Sheepstealer beat his leathery brown wings and climbed into the dawn sky, Caraxes raised his head and gave a scream that shattered every window in Jonquil's Tower. High above the town, Nettles turned her dragon toward the Bay of Crabs, and vanished in the morning mists, never to be seen again at court or castle.” -Fire & Blood

Or this(which has more of a real possibility of happening than Dumbnyra, oops I mean Daemyra, riding off into the sunset together since your fave turns into a BBQ Dragon special 🍗):

“The singers tell us that the old prince survived the fall and afterward made his way back to the girl Nettles, to spend the remainder of his days at her side.” -Fire & Blood

And of course this:

Again, if you guys think Dumbnyra, sorry, Daemyra is some epic romance then honey you are watching the wrong show/reading the wrong book. Daemon choking Rhaenyra’s lights out hours after she gave birth to lizard alone should have told you everything you need to know.

Nettles is coming whether you like it or not so you can go cry about it with the rest of the butthurt Aryan-I mean Valyrian supremacist girlies ☺️

[thepalelfe]

* @betraal ! less cringey nsfw prompts ( accepting ! ) ; [ TRAIL ]:  sender leaves a trail of kisses down receivers stomach + [ ORAL ]: sender goes down on receiver.

his eyes are heavy, drowsiness weaving through every curled strand as moonlight streams through an open window, curtains jostled by the evening breeze as he stirs to consciousness.

astarion is nude to no one's surprise, especially the previously slumbering form next to him, body covered by sheets and a thick duvet which hides them both from the world, for a moment. daemos is characteristically sweltering, and astarion pushes back the blankets with a huff, kicking the remainder with a foot. " darling, you're burning up. " he grumbles against the pillows, face hidden in their feathered comfort, and attempting to wiggle his way out of the sorcerer's grasp. daemos's response to his words is to pull him closer in his sleepy state and the elf groans, turning so they're chest to chest. fully awake now, he scrunches his nose and leans forward, delivering a barrage of gentle kisses to daemos's face until the other wakes, languid and yawning. " finally, i was going to melt. " astarion complains and daemos sends a demure quirk of his lips.

a kiss follows, planted on his cheek before landing on his mouth. the rogue reciprocates the peck, which turns into something deeper as they lay languorous against the bedding which begins to fade in warmth the longer the wind blows. " good evening to you too. " astarion comments breathlessly in between kisses, skin flushing as daemos begins to travel his lips down his chest. " ravenous are we? " he teases, stomach tightening as his beloved sinks lower, lips trailing where a pre existing array of fading hickeys remain.

daemos responds with something astarion doesn't catch, feather light touch nearly incomprehensible till he feels daemos's thick fingers wrap around his still hardening cock. astarion echoes a gasp into their quiet bedroom, propping himself up onto his elbows so he can watch daemos with lidded eyes. " dae. " he calls quietly, which causes the other to peer up at him, blinking and halting their movements. " i want to look at you. " astarion requests as politely as he's able, chest rising and falling with bated breaths.

there's a silent agreement between them, two pairs of eyes remaining locked on each other. daemos is set on driving him to delirium with his onslaught of open mouthed kisses to his hips, tongue trailing after each individual peck, a delightful squeeze of his dick causing astarion to exhale a significant amount of air out of his nose. " you're teasing love. " he remarks as he watches daemos dribble a significant amount of saliva onto his reddening tip.

the vampire was pretty content that he could stay like this forever, maybe even cum untouched if he stared long enough, but daemos seems to have other plans, that expert forked tongue of theirs peeking from behind his pretty lips to take the place of their hand. " gods. " astarion bleats pathetically, legs spreading wider as a welcomed invitation, one which daemos takes easily enough, palm grasping his inner thigh and kneading the skin beneath his fingers. " i think you were just made to have my cock in your mouth love. " the elf chokes out clearly in jest, cheeks dusting a rosey shade of pink when daemos fully takes him down to the hilt, unable to keep his eyes open any longer as colorful dots explode behind his lids. " shit. "

hips stir - craving more, and daemos, ever patient, allows this for some time until it's clear by the irregularity in astarion's movements that he's close, if the quiet chanting befalling his lips wasn't an indicator. " pleaseplea- " the white hot fire shoots up his spine and abdomen, licking every inch of available skin until he whimpers and stops moving altogether. it's silent, save for his rapid breaths and the sound of daemos unsheathing him from their mouth. he and the sheets are both soaked, growing chilly the longer he remains in this position, and as though noticing this, the draconian draws near once more, encircling astarion in a flurry of limbs and heat. the vampire sighs sweetly, shifting back into their embrace, slanted grin placed against his shoulder.

" you've ruined me, my love. i'm going to dream of your talented mouth until the day i turn to ashes. " there's a deep snicker from above him and astarion can't help the silly grin that stays plastered on his lips until he falls back into another dreamless (thankfully) rest.

[spinooc]

Gotta start off with introductions for all the main characters!

First off,

👹 Oni 👹

A fierce powerhouse of an ogre from the Land of the Rising Sun.

Here’s a little bit of story:

Daemon/Ogre

A mighty daemon from the Far East with an unclear past. High self-esteem, a fragile ego, and a sensitive heart.

He used to terrorize small villages, stealing food and playing tricks on everything that moved. One summer morning, during his first attempt at plundering a new territory, he was stopped by someone whose appearance seemed closer to his own rather than to that of human beings: a fiery-red, daemonic archer called Tengu, the guardian of the village. Tengu saw some potential in the troublemaker, and so he set himself a goal of taming the chaotic Oni. He offered him a room in his own house as well as the access to his pantry, in return for ceasing bothering the innocent. Even though the ogre no longer caused issues, people still loathed him.

A few weeks later, the village’s gate was crossed by a merciless gang of bandits. Tengu, the only protector of the people, was almost immediately overpowered by the clique. Everything seemed lost.

Then, unexpectedly, right as the leader of the criminals was getting ready to tell his victory speech, he was brutally rendered unconscious by a single strike of the iron kanabō club. A few other bandits nearby have met the same fate before the rest of them realized they stood no chance against the superhuman strength and agility of the daemon, and so they attempted running away. Not even one of them succeeded at that.

Oni left the unconscious and ready-to-be-arrested outlaws on the main square of the village and then proceeded to take care of his wounded friend.

The next day, he learnt about something that was completely new to him: people started to love him. They kept complimenting him, thanking him, and helped him in caring for Tengu. Oni became the hero of the village. It might have not been all that much but it filled him with such pride and tasted so good that he immediately knew what he wanted to dedicate his life to: helping those who can’t defend themselves.

He packed some food, a few other necessary things and souvenirs from the thankful village folk, thanked his first friend for showing him a new way and then left for a journey to defeat all evil that he stumbles upon.

It was already a week since he had left the village and he hasn’t found any evil, nor a single trace of civilization. However, he was found himself by a daemoness sunbathing on top of a huge freestanding boulder, with surprisingly noble origins and a short temper.

[bookofchaos]

Hellenic Moon Cycle Ritual (Editable & Updated)

Hellenic/Greek reconstruction/revivalist simple moon ritual

 (This ritual can be edited for each cycle as needed)

 (If you'd like to honor the dark and new moon via the Deipnon, Noumenia, and Agathos Daemos, I will have rituals for this coming up). 

Components:

Candle and/or incense

Hot Drink

Spoon for stirring

Something yummy to eat

Pre-Ritual Cleanse:

Wash yourself completely in a ritual bath or shower of your choice

Or wash your hands

Connecting to the Cosmic Grove:

 Close your eyes and take 3 deep breaths. Connect with the sensations of your body. Feel as your sides expand and release. From your spine shoots a thick, gnarled root wrapping around and breaking through that which is beneath you until it finds the dusty earth. Other smaller roots follow suit from each part of you that touches a surface below. As these roots break the surface, they crawl well into the crust until they are met with a cavern and rushing water. It is here that they begin to drench themselves intermingling the energy of the water as the energy of the surrounding terrain. This energy swells upwards rising upwards through the root system, through your legs, your pelvis, your torso, your arms, and finally your head. Your back straightens as the trunk of the tree centers you between the base of the tree and the now forming branches. They sprout from your arms, shoulders, and the crown of your head. New leaves reach upwards waving in the winds letting the shadow and light of the moon dapple between. These energies seep downwards through your head, your shoulders, your arms, chest, pelvis and legs. All these energies fill you and ultimately mix with what is inside you already. You are empowered. You are grounded. Your working can begin.

 Poem:

 (Below are poems I’ve chosen for each of the different major moon phases. Select the one best fitted to the moon cycle or intention you seek to energetically work with). 

New Moon

by Rupi Kaur

Rise

said the moon

and the new day came

the show must go on said the sun

life does not stop for anybody

it drags you by the legs

whether you want to move forward or not

that is the gift

life will force you to forget how you long for them

your skin will shed till there is not

a single part of you left they’ve touched

your eyes finally just your eyes

not the eyes which held them

you will make it to the end

of what is only the beginning

go on open the door to the rest of it

time

Waxing Moon

by Jessica Semaan

I waited at the edge of the cliff

Seasons passed me by and I whispered

The next one will be the one

Gray hair, wrinkles, and many aches later

I thought I was fooling time

But time was no fool

And its wind pushed me forth

And I jumped

I soared

Only when you decide to jump

Do you realize you can fly

Full Moon

by Nayyirah Waheed

Even if you are a small forest surviving off of moon alone,

your light is extraordinary.

Waning Moon

by Marala Scott

That vision you created,

goal you fought to attain,

purpose you claimed,

vision you saw repeatedly,

it’s there,

within reach.

waiting for you

and no one else.

you brought it to life

You believed

 Offerings:

 (Take your hot drink and stir it clockwise three times. Speak or think about how the energy of the drink is your offering to the night, the moon phase, the stars, and those spirits who work during this time. At this time also light your candle and/or incense. If you work with any deities or spirits or ancestors, feel free to give this and other offerings to them as well.)

 Magical Working:

  (written for the full moon; can be edited for any phase)

Hello Moon and Night, it is good to see you in your full splendor shining down.

 I, (insert name), come before you, honoring you in this sacred safe space outside of time only as I can do.

In your illuminated glory, I am reminded that I too shine and shimmer with growth and change finding new ways to deepen my love for myself and the world around me.

 I accept aspects of myself are like that of the Moon and the Night. I, too, go through phases.

 That which will further my healing and growth shall come to me as the Moon passes through this luminous stage.

 Then as the Moon begins to wane, I shall remember that rest is an important part of my life - for I cannot always light up the sky.

 With the darkening of the Moon and the start of the new cycle, I will accept that which is dark within me and begin to release that which does not serve my present self.

 As the waxing of the Moon becomes visible lighting up the night once again, I bring that darkness within into light illuminating changes I can make to better myself, my life, and the relationships around me.

 Again, thank you for these reminders as you fulfill your cycle in the Night sky.

 Ancestors, Spirits of this place and land, and deities, should you be here, I too offer energy to you at this time in thanks for your presence in my life.

 Release from the Cosmic Grove:

 (You can do this in reverse to the visualization above bringing in the branches and leaves, followed by the roots and releasing from the trunk of the tree).

 Feast:

 (Take time to eat with the group or by yourself not only to ground again, but also to commune with the energy of the evening.)

Sources:

 Poems to Read during each phase

[stormgift]

@betraal, continued from here.

she is entirely certain daemos does not mean to, but they make her laugh. one of a natural ilk. they bring a sort of candid attitude that is rare to come by, she believes. a refreshing, incredibly charming and unique attitude that the world could benefit greatly from such. she stands on behalf of the group leader, who figures that daemos should join. nienna couldn't agree more, and volunteered, even insisted that it should be her that invites daemos. specifically her! "oh, indeed. i most certainly am. you also forget to mention that i'm also insufferably charming, and beautiful to boot. now, come - adventure awaits us."

the tadpole remains passive. a good sign, if it isn't so ridiculous a notion to take at face value. their more knowledgeable and well-versed traveling companions constantly remind them all that it is, in fact, strange and unusual indeed. nienna thinks it is a blessing, a blessing that won't be taken for granted, but the odds may not be in their favor forever. it was always a matter of time. she smiles, self-satisfied as she watches him rise. "as if i won't be complaining with you, my dear friend. there isn't a day where i wouldn't rather be relaxing on a beach - beats camping around in the dirt, walking and fighting for hours. but here i am."

"the plan is the same," she starts, pushing the thick rope of black, braided hair behind her shoulder. "continue our search for a cure. if halsin is worth his salt, perhaps the shadow-cursed lands may be our path to it. it sounds promising, to say the least." it fills her with no joy or excitement to venture to such a place, the way he describes it. she figures it foreboding, dreadful, a wretched, horrid place. the instinctual curiosity within her, however, could not be silenced. "a part of me is not looking forward to arriving, but i am curious - halsin says it is cursed. i suspect that there is magic of the forbidden sort at work here. i'm awfully curious to see it up close. are you just as curious as i, daemos?"

[kudosmyhero]

The Amazing Spider-Man (vol. 3) #14: Spider-Verse, pt. 6: Web Warriors

Read Date: July 12, 2023 Cover Date: April 2015 ● Writer: Dan Slott ● Penciler: Giuseppe Camuncoli ◦ Olivier Coipel ● Inker: Wade von Grawbadger ◦ Cam Smith ◦ John Livesay ● Colorist: Justin Ponsor ● Letterer: Chris Eliopoulos ● Editor: Nick Lowe ◦ Devin Lewis ●

**HERE BE SPOILERS: Skip ahead to the fan art/podcast to avoid spoilers

Reactions As I Read: ● he better not have killed Silk… ● ok, that’s funny. the ol’ switcheroo! pig for baby ● oh jeez…

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Synopsis: On Loomworld, Gwen and Jess battle against a horde of Goblins as the Spider-Army arrives. Seeing Gwen battling with a Green Goblin, Peter tells Mayday and Ben to get her out of danger and that Osborn is his. Gwen retorts that she can handle herself, and Peter stands back as she takes out the Green Goblin on her own. While Gwen thanks Peter for trusting in her and Peter thanks her for showing him that anything is possible, Jess tells them that the Inheritors have Cindy.

In the Inheritors' base, Daemos tells his brothers what happen to Solus and aks Morlun what do they do now. Morlun replies that they complete the ritual as their father wanted, but Daemos claims the ritual is meaningless as the Master Weaver also told them that Solus would outlive him. Jennix reveals to him that he contained their father's thoughts and essence inside a crystal, but with his cloning facility destroyed he can't get it a new body. Daemos takes the crystal for safekeeping, and Morlun tells them their father will rise again, but not the spiders. He plunges a knife into the Other's corpse, spilling its blood onto the Web of Life and Destiny and preventing it from ever taking another host. When the Master Weaver tells them that the Spiders have sensed this and are coming, Morlun tells Daemos to stay with him and sends his siblings to stall them while he finishes the ritual.

As the Spider Army clashes with Jennix, Verna, Brix, and Bora, the Web Warriors arrive to provide backup. While Otto questions Peter's competence in putting their faith in a bunch of misfits, Jess spots the tattered remains of Kaine's costume and furiously swears to not let any other Spiders die. Morlun tells Cindy of the nature of the Bride and cuts her palm, spilling the Bride's blood onto the Web, causing it to begin to unravel and preventing future Spider Totems from arising through chance, curses, magic, and unwanted luck. As Morlun prepares to impale Benjy, proclaiming that the blood of the Scion would destroy the Web completely and prevent any new Totems from arising at all, the knife is yanked from his hands as Peter, Otto, Uncle Ben, and Mayday arrive.

Daemos easily defeats Otto before being attacked by Mayday, who reaffirms her vow to avenge the deaths of her loved ones. Peter engages Morlun, mocking him over his fear of being taken down a third time. Morlun sneers that he's become far more adept at killing Peter, proving more than a match for him. Peter calls out to Ben for help, but Uncle Ben warps away using the Web of Life.

In the entrance hall, the Inheritors battle the Spider-Army. Karn arrives to the surprised delight of the other Inheritors. Brix points out that with Morlun in charge, Karn's exile has ended and with him, the fight is won. However, Karn spurns them and announces that his family only gave him pain. He renounces his inheritance and states he now fights on the side of the righteous as Spider-UK, Anya Corazon, Hobie Brown, Ashley Barton, and Pavitr Prabhakar arrive. Peter mocks Morlun's 18th-century fashion sense as the Inheritor expresses confusion as to why the Web isn't disintegrating. Cindy sneers at him that the Inheritors have lost and that far from crumbling, the Web is repairing itself. Morlun prepares to spill the blood of the Scion and finish the ritual, only to be kicked in the face by a naked Peter Porker, who reveals he swapped places with Benjy while Morlun was distracted, while Uncle Ben took the baby home to Earth-982.

Peter mocks the increasingly unhinged Morlun before calling in Miguel O'Hara, who arrives with Lady Spider and Leopardon in time to stop Jennix from killing SP//dr and Mangaverse Spider-Man, to the delight of Takuya Yamashiro. Mayday snatches Solus' phylactery from Daemos, and when he reveals it contains the life essence of his father, pleading with her to return it, she furiously begins to crush it instead.

When Morlun sneers that Peter's tricks have only delayed the inevitable since he knows where the Scion was taken, Otto proclaims that he has found a "superior solution" to stopping the Inheritors that Peter and the other Spiders were too blind and gutless to see, slitting the Master Weaver's throat to Morlun's and Peter's mutual horror. Seeing this, Mayday spares Solus and abandons her pursuit of vengeance, causing Daemos to surrender out of gratitude. Outraged, Morlun furiously attacks Peter and begins to drain his life-force, bashing aside Jess, Spider-Ham and Gwen when they try to save him. When Morlun mockingly asks for Peter's last words, Peter tells him to go to hell and warps himself and Morlun to Earth-3145.

When Morlun, choking on the radiation, stammers that Peter said he would never kill, Peter instructs him to follow the web arrows to the shelter and run if he wants to live. With his life force drained, Peter begins to fall to the radiation but is pulled back to Loomworld by Cindy, who reveals that since they were bit by the same spider she can locate him anywhere in the multiverse.

The Inheritors, save Karn, are rounded up and sent to Earth-3145, and when Daemos expresses confusion as to why the Spiders would show him mercy, Mayday lobs Solus's crystal through the portal, causing him to run through after it. In the aftermath of the battle, Spider-Ham tells Mayday her father would be proud of her, while Miguel states that they could use the Web of Life to return to their proper dimensions. Spider-UK suggests they take a moment to relax first, while Otto begins plotting something. Cindy tells Peter that his pheromones are arousing her, but Peter turns her down.

(https://marvel.fandom.com/wiki/Amazing_Spider-Man_Vol_3_14)

Fan Art: Spider-Gwen by Ry-Spirit

Accompanying Podcast: ● Amazing Spider-Talk - episode 14

[loki-draws-art]

I rise from college hell with more doodles from the most recent session

This is all Icarus again he is my wet cat he is my muse I love his dumb ass

Either way have context

1) Icarus goes alone to a secluded cave somewhere outside town in the woods to talk to Yurgola about getting Sylviel’s curse removed. He summons Yurgola and it gets to a point Icarus is done with Yurgola not giving answers, and just yells

2) They finally strike a deal to remove Sylviel’s curse, and after giving conditions (and finding that Ares is alive, but with Yurgola, who is keeping him as collateral), they shake hands. (Also Daemos is still on the ship. This is a clone of his. Long story short Icarus, Galena, Daemos, and Laurence found a facility and it had a bunch of clones of Daemos in it. Yep.)

3) At the same time the deal is made, Sylviel, who had been listening in (or, well, not, as the radio only had static on her end due to Yurgola keeping his and Icarus’s convo private) finds the skin on her arm just shed off like snake skin. Curse removed!!!

4) Icarus immediately finds he is currently cursed. It was part of the deal (he wanted to be cursed (he’s got some self issues we won’t discuss here)), but part of the deal was that he had to transfer the curse to either Orion or his siblings. Knowing Icarus, he’s going to have to choose between siblings, as Orion is out of the question here. Either way his curse is at 60% chance for wild magic so we having fun here-

Would you believe me if I said I planned this for a while, and absolutely both expected worse and to have Icarus get cursed?

[timetravel-tv]

WARTIME NOVELISATION GETS A 5 STAR RATING FROM ME!

I can't deny, there was a great deal of trepidation sitting down to read Stephan James Walker's novelisation of WARTIME.

This was mostly, I suspect, because it ISN'T actually a novelisation ... more an exposition ... a expansion of the brief story contained in the short 30 minute drama ... into a full blown book.

Stephen had to take the marvellous short script from Andy Lane & Helen Stirling (the first drama they had both written for the screen I believe) and nearly treble its length. Andy and Helen gave him the bare bones of a framework and I asked for some characters to be incorporated.

I was heartened by the knowledge that Stephen loved WARTIME as much as I did and wanted to lengthen the story without ruining the core elements - or damaging the chronology of DOCTOR WHO.

What he's managed to achieve is simply pure magic.

From the start I was engrossed! No spoilers here, but Stephen has managed to neatly insert the WARTIME story into a fast moving,  bigger narrative  - one which actually manages to fit it into the whole Reeltime Earth based series (WARTIME, DOWNTIME, DAEMOS RISING - and the soon to be made ANOMALY). They are now a complete series of inter-connected tales! Masterful.

He's done this and made it look easy. Benton's roller-coaster ride through WARTIME the novel is brilliantly told and, for me, not knowing the topping and tailing was enthralling.

I'll say no more. But, if you haven't got a copy yet - get one before the limited edition target version sells out! It's a page-turner and I recommend it unreservedly. Even the colour photo montage in the final pages is a must-see!

https://telos.co.uk/shop/doctor-who/wartime-target-edition/

(My grateful thanks to David, Sam and Stephen at Telos Publishing for their continued support of Reeltime)

[doolallymagpie]

while i’m on that subject, anyone know where to find those weird kitschy wilderness-era spinoffs?

always wanted to watch them

[thebraxiatelcollection]

Miles Richardson in Doctor who: Downtime

[thepalelfe]

* betraal ! ❝ you deserve better than what i have been. ❞

ridiculous, he thinks. as though daemos could be anything other than someone who he was destined to be with, and that was a heavy sentiment to believe in from someone who lacked any faith in anything beyond the tangible. astarion ponders where this is coming from, the two sat across from each other at a weighty oak table. papers are strewn about, scrolls, maps, contracts, the business of their new life and candlelight. " nonsense, " he speaks aloud, setting down a letter from one of their shared friends. " are you feeling the sway of your burdens today, my love? i assure you there is nothing i deserve more than to spend the rest of our shared eternity together. any other thought you might have is just fabricated diffidence. " astarion rises from his seat, hand dragging across wood grain as he crosses the room to rest on the tabletop beside daemos's sitting form. " i am no saint myself as we're both aware, and i would prefer it no other way. i will never be truly.. good. but i am me, and you are you, and that's all we need to be. i can't take away your doubts, but i can tell you that i'm here. for as long as death stays far away from our doorstep, and perhaps even after she greets as many moons into the future. " fingers reach to grab at daemos's own, bringing their palm to his lips so he can place a peck where his pulse beats it's consistent tune. " i love you, daemos. of the few things i have faith in, that is one certainty. "

[spockvarietyhour]

Just a perfectly normal statue to find in the English Countryside

[razzle-zazzle]

how do the boys deal with dehyrdation? is it a problem for daemos with a water affinity or does that not happen to them?

Oh, it’s really bad for water affinity daemos to get dehydrated. Headaches, dizziness, aches in general, deliriousness, hallucinations—it gets really bad. Rhys and Pierce always make sure to have a source of water when they go into dry environments, because getting dehydrated puts the team at risk, especially once the delirium sets in.