#Divine madness as a method of control...

[touyaz]

hunger & holes

pairing itoshi rin x fem reader

word count 1.1k

notes alt title: naga rin supremacy master's thesis

WARNINGS oral (f rec), sacrilege (a little bit. for the imagery. for the desperation.), so so so much biting (it's him. it's me. it's needed.), a little bit of blood (because of the bites), he holds reader up against a wall, a fair amount of him wanting to eat you up (you're welcome <3), no pronouns for reader.

MINORS, AGELESS & BLANK BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT. 18+ ONLY.

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"rin, wait," you gasp, helpless to the way he shoves you up against the wall. you push at his chest, hands slipping over his sweat-soaked shirt. "wait a sec—"

"quit it," he rasps, mouthing at your neck. he nibbles at your bare skin as he forces your hands away, pinning them beside your head. you can't focus on the softness of him lacing his fingers with yours when his teeth are sharp, persistent, a heated ache lingering as he moves a breath away only to sink into you again. "you're getting in my way."

he'd been clawing at your body impatiently on the ride up here, but you thought he had enough self-control to get to the bedroom where it's comfortable—

but he's just won the cup final.

it was a grand affair: a five-nil win where he scored a hat trick, where he was named man of the match, where he got to kiss a shining trophy and prove to the world that he's an unparalleled striker. the adrenaline still races through his veins, bold, fiery, and he can't stop leaning into you, moulding you under the heavy weight of him.

tonight, he's a winner, taking home all the glory, taking all that he can get his greedy, greedy hands on.

"bedroom—" you try to get out, but it spirals into a pained moan when he digs his teeth into you, canines cutting into your marrow, so you're messed and jagged and incomplete without him. you think his fervour has you bleeding for him and he licks your wounds like an addict.

"can't—" he grits out. "can't wait. can't get enough of you."

he nips along the delicate slant of your neck where your body yields to his without fight. you whimper his name and he delights. you squirm beneath him and he growls, hooking your flesh between pinched teeth. you bleed for him and he follows with his tongue, eagerly drinking it all up.

"gotta have you," he grunts, pulling away from your aching neck. cold air stings the bites, making you cry out for him. he distracts you from the pain easily, reeling you into a bruising kiss. "now," he pants before diving in again, mouth overbearing, teeth all-consuming.

his tongue lashes against yours wickedly; there's no method to his madness, just the irresistible taste of his spit and your blood swallowed in an unholy union. he speaks in half-thoughts and shredded moans and hasty hands that yank your pants down. and you hang onto his words like they're godsent — the swift, "want a taste," the desperate, "need you in my mouth now," the promised, "gonna fucking eat you."

and maybe that's what they are — divine revelations — because he kneels before you like the messenger of all blessings, hands clasped around your legs so you depend solely on him, nails delving into the pliancy of your thighs, so you follow no one but him.

"don't move," he commands, voice low, husky. 

it'd be blasphemous to do otherwise.

his mouth fleshes out holy scripture in your body; indents and saliva and the faintest traces of your blood smeared across your inner thigh all tell the tale of his near-godly desire to have you falling apart for him. "fuck, i'm gonna— mark you up. all mine. take it all—"

but then his tongue snakes further up and the coil in your stomach pulls painfully taut. he's so wet, so warm, guzzling your sin like a false prophet, high on the ecstasy of lust.

"give it to me," he demands, urging your hips forward, opening his mouth wide to devour you.

it's messy. slick sounds form a hymn as he drags his tongue across the length of your slit. a guttural moan escapes him, cutting through the lewd slurps and it has your knees buckling, more than ready to serve him in any way he wants, sinner or saint or starver.

"it's not enough. need more. more. not fucking—" he growls, squeezing the fat of your thighs. his words are scorching, making you leak right into his mouth. there's no time to be embarrassed when the edges of his lips crook upwards, a dirty smirk wet with your purity. "there it is. that's it," he goads, wrapping his lips around your clit to coax more arousal out of you. he hums around the bud and you slide down the wall, grasping at his hair for some kind of stability. he doesn't even feel how hard you're yanking the strands, numb to everything but the weight of you on his face. "don't stop," he insists. "give me more, give me everything."

your thighs are screaming in protest and he must feel their trembling because in the next moment, he's hauling your legs over his shoulders, folding his arms over the tops so he can squeeze his hands at your apex.

"wanna feel you. around… need you—" you don't know what he's saying. you don't even think he's speaking to you, talking right into your cunt, instead.

you feel weightless, breathless.

then he uses his thumbs to spread your folds, sinking his tongue into your dripping hole, and suddenly everything is too much.

your words slur together. you're sobbing his name and cursing through gritted teeth and praying for your release to come soon. "oh, god— please, rin, please. i can't— can't— rin!"

his drool soaks the bottom of his face and it sticks to the wetness on your lower half; his thumb circles your swollen clit in time with the flicks of his tongue; it isn't longer until that coil finally snaps and you cum with a loud cry of his name.

and he's there — devotee, degenerate, desperate — sticking his tongue out to drink whatever you give him. he's greedy, selfish. he's been hungry his entire life, looking for something to swallow, to make him feel whole.

and you're sweet to him, he realises, laving over the cream that wets the crease of your thigh. you feed him something he never knew he was thirsty for.

but an addict doesn't stop after one high.

"again."

a winner is never satisfied with just one trophy.

"give me more. i need more."

and a man with a hole inside of him can't rest until he's found something to fill it up with.

"gonna take everything you have. 'til there's nothing left. can't stop— won't stop. gotta devour you."

[lionheartapothecaryx]

PROTECT YOUR NECK ! Lyonessa’s Speedy Tutorial for Sharp Shootin

Protection, Uncrossing & Curse Freezin in a Traditional Hoodoo style.

A good practitioner eventually has the good common sense to be diplomatic and avoid a witch war. Avoiding drama, means avoiding headaches. It’s easy until it isn’t. Smoothing sailing isn’t always a guarantee in this world. Stay vigilant and well prepared.

Knowing how to protect, defend, uncross and cleanse yourself is a basic but crucial part of the Hoodoo practitioners spiritual hygiene.

Now this is a quick basic tutorial, to set you straight and keep you right.

⚔️ - KEEP YOUR HEAD SHARP & CULTIVATE COMMON SENSE

Hot heads, I’m talking to you. Emotional self control can save you from the stress of unnecessary witch battles with other practitioners. Be respectful, be mindful but take no shit. Try your best to avoid witch wars with other practitioners. I’ve seen these things be drawn out for years and it’s a huge colossal drain of energy and finances, usually over something very petty. Usually the person with most financial backing and resources wins but I’ve also seen clever maneuvering outweigh more powerful players.

It’s so easy to get caught up in drama in the spiritual community and have it spiral out of control. As your developing relationships, try to avoid warring and argumentative personality types so you don’t get caught in their crossfire. Committing all of your energy to constantly defending yourself from petty attacks is a waste of your energy. Cultivate social discernment & wisdom. This is not an invitation to live fearfully but smart. This is also something that takes time and practice.

On the other side of the spectrum, as you gain experience do your best to not become mad with power & trigger happy.

Constantly throwing jinxes, hexes or curses takes it’s toll mentally, energetically & physically, in some cases it can cause serious physical health problems further down the line. Don’t develop a god-complex. Stay grounded. Now I can’t tell you where to draw the line in the sand when it comes to certain situations, because every practitioner has their own code of ethics.

I’ll use myself as an example. On my spiritual journey I’ve acquired and invested in vast amounts knowledge and other resources which have made my defensive and offensive skills pretty extensive. Some of the things, rituals, and spirits that I have access to would be overkill depending on the circumstances. Coming into a massive powerful spiritual inheritance so early was hard.

I had to learn by trial and error to be more respectful of my own power. I was an overpowered baby witch shooting lightning bolts, while burning my own hands. Learning to practice emotional regulation allowed me to hone my skills better. I had to do shadow work and confront my traumas.

Cultivating a respectful working relationship between yourself, your own power and your emotions can save your life.

⚔️ - PRACTICE GOOD OFFENSE

A good practitioner will use various methods of divination to spiritually strategize before moving to attack. Attacking blindly without any knowledge, can cause all sorts of problems, especially if you’re dealing with someone who has strong spiritual or ancestral protections or a higher rank then you, worst case scenario you’re going up against a coven.

Excellent offense means doing recon. Good Reconnaisance skills means gathering information about your target, through various means of surveillance. Gather as much information about your enemies or targets resources, spiritual force or power, protection and activities. You should approach this like a military operation. Once you’ve got enough information, then you can strategize, prepare and do divination on what your next move should be.

This isn’t always easy either, depending on the skill of your target. People can cloak, shape-shift, even have guardian or monitoring spirits or ancestors to alert them. When in doubt, always use stealth. Always make sure to cloak and protect yourself when surveilling your target. It’s the most practical form of offensive protection. I’ve seen practitioners attack folks just for doing surveillance. Don’t get caught out here lacking, put on your damn armor.

All Power is intoxicating and life altering. Without self control you can seriously injure yourself and others. Ego often makes many people in this community think they are invincible, until they get humbled, tale as old as time. Respect your powers & yourself. Cultivate self control & discipline. Resist wild impulse. Build habits that protect you in the future.

Our plant allies are crucial to our practice and connection to spirit and the earth.

ASSORTED TOOLS & HERBARIUM

🌿 Mint- protection, cleansing, mental clarity refreshing, brings vitality and a fresh start. This herb is perfect for regular cleansing or removing negative energy, hexes, evil or crossed conditions

🌿 Angelica Root - strength, protection, warding off evil, safety, creates a happy home. This incredible ally is associated with Archangel Michael and said to be blessed by him in angelic lore.

🌿 Lemon Grass - clears out negative stagnant energy, breaks blockages, rejuvenates and brings positive vitality, breaks curses, uncrossing.

🌿 King Solomon’s Root - Protection, Wisdom, Wards off All Evil & Negativity

🌿 Red Brick Dust - creates an protective energetic shield around your spiritual and physical being.

🌿 White, Black, Sea or Kosher Salt - Cleansing, Purifying, Protective

🌿Rosemary - Cleansing, Purifying, Stabilizing, Protective

🌿 Camphor - Cleansing, Purifying, Protective, Wards off Chaos, Negativity, Evil Spirits, Hex Breaking

🌿 Cayenne Pepper - Speedy, Fiery Protection, Cursing, Hexing, Jinxing

Redbrick dust, Solomon & Angelica Root can be sprinkled along your widows or the four corners of the house to create a protective house space. This same blend can be mixed with holy water, an a petition and frozen as a defensive protective ward to temporarily freeze the effects of a curse, until you can remove it. This same mix can be used in a bowl, outside the freezer as regular defensive ward from any potential threats.

Lemongrass and mint can be used to make a cleansing spiritual bath to remove jinxes, crossed conditions and break blockages, while rejuvenating your spiritual energy. Angelica Root can be added to this bath for extra protective effect.

These herbs can also be used in candle magick, mojos, poppets and more.

Traditionally our Elders used beeswax, oil lamps, bonfires or cookpits, utilizing whatever the resources available, to conduct pyromancy. Color correspondence was utilized in other ways, with herbs, scarves & many other things but can also be used with candles etc

COLOR MAGICK

🕯White & Blue - cleansing, healing, purification, innocence

🕯Purple - increased power, strength, protective, the mind, wisdom, spirit

🕯Red - increased energy, protective, offensive attacks

🕯Black - energy removal, protection, reversals, hex breaking

It’s important when practicing candle magick to practice fire safety.

Place all glass & tin candles on plates, pans, aluminum foil or fire safe surfaces to prevent damage, burn marks or wax on surfaces, like wood and linoleum.

Never leave candles unattended for long periods of time or overnight without attendance, remove nearby flammable hazards, hanging debris + keep a wick & fire extinguisher on standby.

⚔️ - PROTECTION, UNCROSSING & CURSE FREEZING TIPS

- Salt & Lemongrass, on a black candle can assist with uncrossing and cleansing yourself from negativity or hexes

- Cayenne, Angelica & Brick Dust on a black candle can create a decent protection spell.

- Cayenne, Rosemary, Mint & Angelica Root on a blue candle can assist with protected healing, quick recovery and rejuvenation especially when one is under attack, or restoring their energy.

- Holy Water, King Solomon Root & Red Brick Dust Boiled and prayed over, bottled & frozen in the refrigerator can freeze or slow down the effects of a hex or curse, without alerting the magician, it’s also an effective ward against curses and hexes.

- Bathing in Solomon Root, Rosemary & Mint regularly assists with good spiritual hygiene cultivating a protected aura and promoting spiritual health & wisdom, cleansing out negativity or gunk, purifying and stabilizing your soul.

- Solomon Root, Mint & Rosemary on a purple candle, cleanse and protect your mind from chaos psychosis & confusion, an give you protected mental clarity and inner stability. This is handy for curses, jinxes that are designed to make you go crazy.

- Four Red Bricks, with Psalms 91:3-4 written in sharpie, washed in holy water, placed in the four corners of your property creates a spiritual hedge of protection for you & your home against violence, evil and chaos.

- Rosemary Plants Potted are natural spiritual wards of protection, stability and purification and are great herbal ally, to have planted in your garden or keep in your home. You can tag lock these plant to alert you of any curses or hexes, sent your way & they will naturally filter and cleanse the energy of your space.

- A mirror washed in holy water & smoked cleansed with solomon root, angelica, mint and rosemary, can be commanded to be spiritually locked & sealed with Psalms 147: 13.

⚔️⚔️⚔️

Hopefully this speedy guide, has been ultra helpful for y’all. This is just a quick guide to wet your whistle and provide a good foundation of protective magical knowledge. As you grow in experience and power, your skill set and knowledge, about protective magic will grow even more.

Be smart. Be strategic. Don’t be a dumbass

xxx

Lyonessa Hart.

[thegamingcatmom]

Do you think Mother Miranda likes swimming?

Additionally, what kinda swimwear would she have?

I love that one. 🤭

Right so, I did mention in one post that she likes bird baths. But swimming? I actually don't think so. Not particularly. It's just so...wet, lol. A different kind of wet than the nice, warm baths she takes then and now.

The only occasion where I could see her taking a quick dive is when her wings require some extra attention. But, even then, it's more of a *flaps her wings aggressively* to make sure the water reaches every nook and cranny. It can hardly be called "swimming".

Much like this. :3

(Crows suck at swimming btw. I looked it up, lol.)

As for her swimwear-

The first thing that came to mind was black and short, lel.

The black fits, but I'm not sure how much skin she'd be willing to show. Probs a lot more with her s/o, but in an open space for everyone to see? I think she's someone who views those things as sacred, also because of the time period she comes from.

Which-

(Source: https://www.visualmood.com/blogs/blog/the-history-of-women-s-bathing-suits-a-journey-through-time?srsltid=AfmBOoo9dOWwAS6SVGe4TMAyEoqkgor2scRiaMANvQRObG4n15MRu-bt)

Ofc I looked that one up too, and it´s really quite interesting.

(I love history.)

Miranda was born sometime in the late 19th century (around 1870 to 1899, probs closer to 1900 though), which means she likely would´ve gone for something that covers most of the body. Just like the Mad Priestess we know and thirst for today.

(She´s so damn fine.)

The only things exposed are her hands and face sadly. Granted, that´s quite the norm for a priestess outfit and doesn´t necessarily tell us anything about her personal preferences, but I still think her swimwear would be of similar design (meaning: full body).

Why? Well, she chose to parade as The Priestess. It wasn´t something that was given to her or decided by the people. She did it because it allowed her to take full control over the village and its inhabitants, ensuring that nobody would question her or her methods.

And why would nobody question her or her methods? Because, back when the village was just a village, the belief in divine beings was strong. There was no technology or modern medicine to rely on, so people resorted to praying in times of hardship (sickness, poverty, crop failure etc). It gave them hope and stability, and Miranda took full advantage of that.

In fact, I wouldn´t put it past Miri to be the one responsible for sudden outbreaks of sickness or the cattle perishing of some mysterious illness. She´d then swoop in as The Priestess, telling them a sacrifice was due (aka: a new specimen to work on), and, SURPRISE-

Mysteriously cured.

BUT, I digress-

It all comes down to her time period, basically. I´d like to think Miranda is a woman who values and clings to the old ways (except when it comes to medicine) and, back then, it was all about modesty. Something we see reflected in pretty much every village woman - they´re covered head to toe.

...And she´s also possessive af, let´s not forget that. I doubt she´d much like if her s/o ran around half-naked. Some things are meant for her eyes only, and vice versa. 🤭

(Miri got high standards that she expects her s/o to follow. I don´t make the rules. 🤷🏻‍♀️)

With that said, I could see her going for something like this:

(Source: https://h5.lazada.com.my/products/women-swimwear-for-girls-one-piece-swimsuit-with-chest-pads-long-sleeve-bathing-surfing-swimming-suit-i2966475023.html)

...She´s mayhaps making a compromise with the legs here.

(And she will deny those puppy eyes having anything to do with that down to her very last breath.)

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...Not me being unable to get Miri in a diving suit out of my head now though. 😭🫠

Thanks a lot for your ask! 💋

[tytarax]

Can I request platonic yan fused Zamasu with some random human mortal he decided to adopt one day? Like- he wants to kill literally every other mortal in existence and just make it so him and “his” child can enjoy a mortal-free world together

(if you feel more comfortable writing platonic yan Zamasu and Goku Black working together then that’s fine too- I just don’t want you to feel uncomfortable with my request and I’m sorry if it does)

This sounds good, I like it.

Looking ahead to a book I'm rewriting, something similar will happen.

Some info: gn reader, Fused Zamasu but Zamasu for short, Yandere behavior ofc.

Zamasu, a being of divine ambition and righteous fury, wages war against all mortals in the aftermath of countless battles. His goal: is to purge the universe of imperfection, creating a world free from the corruption of humanity. Yet, amidst the chaos, he encounters a young human named Y/N in a ruined city. Despite his deep-seated loathing for mortals, something about Y/N captivates him—a unique spirit, untainted by the malice he despises.

Intrigued by their calm and resilient nature, Zamasu decides to spare Y/N, deeming them worthy of his divine protection. He envisions a perfect utopia where only he and Y/N exist, unbothered by the flaws of others. This newfound purpose begins to overshadow his previous motivations, transforming his mission of destruction into a quest for companionship.

As they travel together, Zamasu shares his grand vision of justice with Y/N.

"The mortals are beyond redemption," he declares, his voice filled with conviction. "Their very existence taints the universe."

Y/N listens, intrigued yet wary. "And what about me?" they ask, challenging him. "Am I not mortal too?"

"You are different," Zamasu responds, his gaze intense. "You possess a purity that sets you apart. Together, we will create a paradise."

Time passes, and Zamasu's obsession with Y/N deepens. He meticulously controls their environment, ensuring that no harm comes their way. Y/N, initially fascinated by Zamasu's charismatic presence and seemingly noble cause, gradually becomes aware of the darkness lurking beneath his serene facade. They begin to see glimpses of the destruction he leaves in his wake, the worlds razed in the name of his twisted sense of justice.

Conflicted, Y/N questions Zamasu's methods, probing into the morality of his actions.

"Is this really justice?" Y/N asks one day, their voice filled with doubt. "You're destroying entire civilizations."

Zamasu dismisses their concerns with a wave of his hand. "These mortals are irredeemable. Their end is necessary for our perfect world."

Y/N frowns, their conscience battling against Zamasu’s ideology. "But is a world built on so much death truly perfect?"

Tension mounts as Y/N grapples with their growing awareness of Zamasu’s madness. Despite his insistence that his actions are justified, they cannot ignore the suffering caused by his relentless pursuit of perfection. Their once-unquestioning admiration for Zamasu turns into a moral struggle, torn between the allure of his grand vision and the reality of his tyrannical nature.

In a pivotal moment, Y/N confronts Zamasu, challenging his warped ideals.

"You can’t just wipe out everyone who disagrees with you!" Y/N exclaims, their voice tinged with frustration. "That’s not justice, that’s tyranny!"

Zamasu’s expression hardens, but there’s a flicker of pain in his eyes. "You don’t understand, Y/N. I do this for us. For our paradise."

"Paradise at what cost?" Y/N counters, their resolve unwavering. "You’re becoming the very thing you claim to despise."

Caught between his divine mission and his bond with Y/N, Zamasu becomes increasingly possessive.

"You belong with me," he insists, a dangerous edge to his voice. "Together, we will rule this perfect world."

"But I can't support this," Y/N argues, backing away. "I can't be part of a life built on destruction."

Zamasu’s gaze turns cold, his grip tightening. "You will see things my way. There is no escape, Y/N. You are mine."

Realizing the futility of resistance, Y/N feels a chill run down their spine. Trapped by Zamasu’s overwhelming power and obsession, they understand that their freedom is lost. The once-idealistic vision of paradise has become a gilded cage, leaving them to wonder if Zamasu's love is truly divine or a curse in disguise.

Ultimately, Zamasu's obsessive love binds Y/N to him, forcing them into a dark companionship. As they stand together in the desolate world, Y/N understands that their choices have been stripped away, and escape from Zamasu's grasp is impossible.

"Even gods can be wrong," Y/N whispers, looking out at the ruined landscape.

Zamasu’s response is firm. "You will learn to accept this world, Y/N. Together, we will find our peace."

But as Y/N gazes at the destruction, they know peace will always remain out of reach.

Masterpost

DBS Masterlist

[taryn40k]

Continuation of this, to not become too voluminous!

"To give you a bit of perspective, Captain... these kinds of devices usually take weeks to bond to their wearers. And usually, unnatural healing and nightmares appear past this stage. Anyone who has been reported to have had their device removed past this point has either lost complete control of their body as it mutated out of control, or started rotting in place, both accompanied with rapidely developing madness. None on record has survived as far as my research goes.

That Taryn is alive at all, and sane as far as we can assertain, AFTER having been bonded with one of these is an absolute miracle. And no offense to your leg, captain, but there is only so many divine interventions that I am willing to believe a simple man can have in his lifetime. So, I do trust that you are telling me the truth. But I need to know of the exact method by which he survived, for this kind of miracle usually involved higher powers, and only one of these would be acceptable on this ship."

He crosses his gloved fingers, eyes piercing.

"I am willing to understand that as a non-psyker, the details might elude you ; I will be interrogating your psykers afterwards so that they may enlighten me. For now let us focus on another issue. You helped carry things from the vault when we came down to the mission site, and as far as I know you did not steal or keep anything afterwards. If you did, now is your only opportunity to let me know without repercussion. Captain Harken, anything I might discover on my own past this point will be marking you as untrustworthy, at the very least. Do you understand fully what I said?"

[ixtaek]

May as well post my TotK rewrite ideas which I largely was freewheeling while playing with my sister then tried to write while half asleep.

Under the readmore because it does get long and ramble-y due to being written while I was sick.

Rauru is Hylian and explicitly descended from the Link and Zelda in Skyward Sword, Sonia is now Sheikah (who are native to the surface). There are no Zonai.

First parts of the story basically the same. Zelda vanishes. Link gets a new arm. Ganondorf suavamente (sorry my siblings and I have been watching a lot of terminal-montage lately)

Rauru is a little more proactive telling you about the imprisoning war and directing you to find new Sages. He appears more often in the plot to greet the new Sage. Also you keep the master sword and with each stone you reclaim, it heals more.

Lightning is removed—Riju is Sage of Spirit because that's what the Gerudo were originally. Instead of Mineru surviving till the present as a Sage, Paya is the Sage of Shadow. Mineru is still a character though!

The memories shown to you by the Sages as you gather secret stones vary more—they show the struggles their people faced and their interaction as individuals with Rauru and Sonia. Each faced unique hardships, which almost parallel the disasters occurring in modern Hyrule but not exactly, before pledging their people to join Rauru’s nation and them becoming a Sage and using that power to save their people.

Mineru is a researcher studying the Sheikah tech—it’s implied or outright stated she is the nexus of the “new” tech we get in the game. She still put herself into a machine, but she is immobile and acts like Cherry as a source of Ancient Hylian Tech weapons.

The Divine Beasts are crashed around Hyrule, as well as the Sonia-Rauru shrines and temples. This isn’t plot relevant it just bugged me. Also some shrines will have puzzles that are already completed—this is randomized on each playthrough. At least one boss will be missing a chunk of health when the fight starts. There’s no explanation as to why.

The underground is now more populated—there’s at least one proper town down there, with wandering merchants and quests…. But almost every friendly NPC is a ghost. It’s hard to tell till you talk to them though, so Yiga still blend in. It quickly becomes clear the ghosts range in eras (maybe some even resemble NPCs from former titles?) but most are from Rauru’s era. All of Zelda’s memories are in the Depths.

Penn still exists as does his quest (see below). But Kass does too. Because I love him.

Here’s where I actually plot: Back in the imprisoning era, Ganondorf emerged as a threat. The Hylian king, accompanied by his Sheikah wife, had the blood of the goddess needed to seal him, and managed to do so without using the Master Sword. This elevated him to a hero status, and the various leaders swore fealty in exchange for his aid in lingering crises. All was well, and a child was even born, named for her fabled ancestor, Zelda. Unfortunately, the praise began to swell the king’s head. He became more demanding, wanting to build a grander Temple of Time to secure his legacy, raising portions of land to recreate his ancestor's home (Skyloft), exacting larger tributes to build his castle, and eventually letting his suspicion of the Gerudo lead him to declaring them outcasts and trying to slay the Gerudo sage. Sonia stood against him, and in his rage at her “treason” he struck her down. Rauru went mad with grief, revealing the sacred stones to be a method of controlling those whom he gave more power to. Realizing the danger of the king’s madness, the princess’ Sheikah nursemaid spirited baby Zelda away to keep her safe. Enraged at this kidnapping and believing that Sonia’s people would try to avenge her death, he used his Sages to betray the Sheikah and kill many, which is the betrayal that led to them adding the tear to the crest. For years he ruled as a bloody tyrant, leading to the ghosts in the underground, before he was opposed by a mysterious Sheikah warrior, one whom he called “the Sheik”. The Sheikah rebellion grew, stopping the Sages and rallying the people behind Sheik. In a desperate move, Rauru released Ganondorf and tried to control him through his sacred stone, but both were sealed under the king’s castle by Sheik herself, who of course was the now-grown Princess Zelda, Rauru’s daughter. You find all of this out by discovering (your) Zelda’s memories—when she fell into the Depth she was gravely injured and put her body in stasis, but because she was in the Depths her ghost was able to split form her body to roam freely and research this. The shrines that you’ve found finished and bosses that have health missing are her handiwork. The Penn sightings aren’t evil Zelda (or at least the ones that aren’t Yiga…) but people literally seeing her ghost. She didn’t talk to Link because she knew seeing her like that would distress him. You reunite her with her body and the Sages heal her, then go face Ganondorf. The fight is normal at first, except Zelda and the Sages get to help till Ganondorf knocks them all out except Zelda. But instead of the Dark Dragon, Ganon suddenly crumples… and the Sages rise up and attack you instead. You and Zelda fight them off and Rauru appears, wondering how you can be bathed in his power but still keep your wills. Zelda asks what he hopes to accomplish, and he dismisses her, saying he is creating the Hyrule he and Sonia deserved—one where his will is absolute over all, till even death will bend to it. Zelda pleads with him, saying Sonia wouldn’t have wanted this, but he grows delusional and confuses her for Sheik. Saying she’s made a mistake, he seizes control of her through the sacred stone from the beginning of the game and turns her into the Light Dragon, which becomes the final boss. The reason he could not overcome Link was Fi—the sword of evil’s bane rejected his control while absorbing his power the whole game. You fight the Light Dragon, and as you hesitate to land the killing blow, Sonia’s ghost appears and turns Zelda back with her Time power, with the overwhelming power Rauru had forced into her snapping back to him. Rauru reaches for his wife, being consumed by the power coming off Zelda, but she refuses his hand, not for what he did to her, but for what he’s done to everyone. You catch Zelda as in the end of the game. Also you get to keep your house. That was messed up man.

[arcane-abomination]

��It was in my flaws, I found a much deeper truth and it is from them, I bloom; a black rose.” -Segovia Amil

🌹 𝕸𝖞 𝕮𝖗𝖆𝖋𝖙 🌹

⚜️ Path: Tenebris Luna

⚜️ Magick: Grey/Crooked/Left Hand

⚜️ Title: Chaote/Chaos Witch or Cosmic Occultist

⚜️ Magick Name: Oculus Bloodmoon

My path began in my childhood, where I struggled with the yolk of Christianity and its cruel, fear bated chokehold. I remember calling to the universe, begging to be taken away from the church and its perverse tactics of belief, not focusing on any singular god. Slowly, I came through my depression, led to freedom by an unseen force, laying a path out of the religious cage that bound me. However, it was easier said than done and even though I became a witch at 15, the PTSD from the lasting wounds inflicted by the church made my launch into paganism a difficult one.

Much of that fear still controlled me and I practiced under the label of a Christian witch for some time. Not out of a sincere belief, but rather out of the leftover fears and control the church had on me. Luckily, the spirits that led me, would not abandon me and slowly but surely would take my hands and guide me through the ridged terrain from which I found myself and slowly I would emerge from the filth of religious torment, blossoming into the creature of chaos I am today.

🌹 𝕸𝖞 𝕻𝖗𝖆𝔠𝖙𝖎𝔠𝖊𝖘 🌹

⚜️ Primary Focus: Chaos Magick, Death Magick, Void Magick, Psychonautics, Eldritch Magick, Vampyre Magick, Blood Magick, Astrological Magick, Alchemy & Sex Magick

⚜️ Secondary Focus: Dragon Magick, Divination, Ancestral Veneration, Druidry, Shamanism, Hedgewitchery, Animism, Energy Healing, Kitchen Witchery, & Baneful Magick.

My practice mainly focus on the chaotic forces of the void and of worlds beyond our own. I spend my time diving into realms of viscous conception, dancing with death, and connecting my third eye to otherworldly entities that defy traditional comprehension. How I work isn’t always considered “normal” by many modern day practitioners. I take what’s comfortable and turn it on its head, cultivating methods that make sense to my own madness rather than tradition.

🌹 𝕸𝖞 𝕯𝖊𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖊𝖘 🌹

⚜️ Working Pantheon: Loki, Hecate, Leviathan, Shub-Niggurath, Yog Sothoth, Mi’Taal, Lilith, Necros, Azazel, & Creator Azathoth.

⚜️ Veneration Pantheon: Ganesha, Set, Horus, Odin, Sobek, Artio, Bastet, & Veles.

⚜️ Other Entities: Chernobog & Belobog

⚜️ Spirit Court: Spirits that each have a specific role within my life. Some of the names as well have been left out for the spirit’s privacy.

Hör’hem - Black Adder Snake - Sacrina Guide

Florentine - Scarlet Rose Spirit - Astral Partner

Rakshaw - Panther - Moon Magick Guide

Khami- White Pteralykos - Shaman Guide

Jefi - Raven - Void Guide

Familiar - Thoughtform - Reaper Appearance

Dragon Guide - Storm Dragon

The spirits and deity I work with are partners. They are not above me and I not above them. They do not stand high on a pedestal but rather walk beside me hand in hand. We are the same, living on different plains for the time being. They offer me energy and I offer them the same, an equal exchange of talents and abilities between friends, family, and coworkers. I do not worship, I venerate. Nor do I buckle in subservients to beings without claim on this realm. I honor, and show gratitude but I do not bend a knee.

🌹 𝕻𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖑 𝕯𝖊𝖙𝖆𝖎𝖑𝖘 🌹

⚜️ Gender: Androgynous / Librafemme

⚜️ Pronouns: They/Them/It

⚜️ My Sexuality: It’s complicated…I’m a grey ace that likes masculine women, AFAB NB, Trans Men, monsters, & fictional characters of any sex. I’m also Demisexual, Ageosexual, and Panromantic.

⚜️ Beliefs: I consider myself a “Pagan Omnist.” I don’t believe in one single truth but rather the fact that everything has a level of truth to it, but nobody will ever be 100% correct because our mortal minds prevent us from comprehending or glimpsing the full truth until we leave our bodies behind.

⚜️ Hobbies: Drawing, writing, reading, cooking, gaming, ghost hunting, & witchcraft

⚜️ Likes: Horror, Gore, Monsters, Dead Things, Storms, Autumn, Eldritch Things, & Roses

⚜️ Dislikes: Doing dishes, Hallmark movies, parasites, heights, talking on the phone, & doctors

⚜️ Disabilities: I have ADHD, OCD, and Depressive Anxiety disorder. Sometimes I misunderstand, misread, and process things a bit differently.

⚜️ Favorites List ⚜️

[tavina-writes]

HERE I have thoughts about Huang Yaoshi and Huang Rong and Huang Rong's childhood because I am ALWAYS brainrotting about how like, HYS had SO MUCH trauma re: the death of his wife Feng Heng. But he has never once blamed his daughter OR traumatized her in any way. Huang Rong is quite literally the last (1) shred of his sanity and the only reason he's still alive! (The narrator even tells us this at one point.)

Originally, Huang Rong was the Peach Blossom Island Master Huang Yaoshi's only daughter. Before giving birth to her, her mother had a turn for the worse, which caused her to be physically and mentally exhausted, leading to her death soon after a difficult labor. Huang Yaoshi had a fit afterwards, expelling all his disciples from the island, leaving only the father and the daughter alone there. Huang Yaoshi was called the Eastern Heretic because of his peculiarity of conduct. He often said that the etiquette and customs of the world were all nonsense. His love for his daughter was excessive and he naturally did nothing to control her, thus allowing her to become arrogant and willful. Although she was intelligent, she was not willing to focus her mind on learning martial arts. Her father was actually very proficient in the ying yang five lines, learning these methods from several classics. She was able to learn when still very young but even though her father had already reached a divine level, she was nevertheless unable to go beyond the Peach Blossom Island martial arts basics. One day, she was playing in the island when she came upon her father's enemy imprisoned in the cave. Feeling lonely, she conversed with that person, talking for almost half a day. The person's words were interesting to her so that she often returned, seeking him out only to speak with him, finding relief in that exercise. Afterwards, Huang Yaoshi found out and reproached her severely. Huang Rong had never been beaten or scolded by her father so she reacted with anger and self-pity. Her cunning and unreasonable temperament manifested itself suddenly and she took the boat to escape Peach Blossom Island, thinking that no one cared for her there. Thus, she cut all wish for it and disguised herself as a poor, miserable youth, going in all directions, dissolute, though in her heart she was still with her father. She thought angrily, Since you don't love me, then I will make the world feel most pitiful for a young beggar!" However, she did not expect to meet Guo Jing in Zhangjiakou. At first, she went to the wine shop with him to spend his money and cause a disturbance, intending to lay on him her resentment towards her father. Who would have thought that he would be so dumb with no idea at all, talking with her as though they were old friends and even giving her his horse, showing his concern? She was bitter and lonely, thinking about how she deceived him but he continued to treat her honestly. She was touched. Since then, the two of them became good friends.

When we DO see HYS on page for the first time Huang Rong's internal thoughts go "oh no, I haven't seen dad in a few months but he looks like he aged a decade worrying for me 😭." NOW, HYS had been mad for like maybe (2) days that Rong'er ran away, but then he'd been searching for her for the entire rest of the time. (This also builds on my theory that this man is good at everything in the world except asking for directions bc Rong'er had been running around in the same region as their home (Jiangnan) with a giant painted sign "HI I AM HUANG YAOSHI'S SPOILED CONWOMAN DAUGHTER" for months on end as well.)

At a completely different point in this book, the narrator tells us that HYS built a suicide boat to sink himself and his wife's jade coffin to the bottom of the ocean and he repainted this boat every year, but could neither bear to leave Rong'er to be raised by servants OR take her onto the boat with her parents so he kept putting off his suicide boating and vowed to go boating only after Rong'er was grown up and married and didn't need a dad anymore. (At one point during the novel he is lied to and told that Rong'er died at sea and this man has a full on hysterical mental breakdown while screaming at the sky.)

There are SO MANY lines in this book where it's like "because he was looking at his beloved daughter, he could not help but be happy anyway!" and "oh the huangs are hugging again" and "Guo Jing (erroneously) thinks that Rong'er's dad must be the best guy on the planet bc Rong'er is so wonderful."

(also lolsob uh, in HSDS we learn that he finally DID go suicide boating after hearing that his daughter's entire family died at Xiangyang. Guo Xiang comes to her grandfather's house on Peach Blossom Island and there's a line of "and the docks were empty, all of the boats had gone.")

[monstersdownthepath]

Scourge Spotlight: Joyful Thing

CR 6

Lawful Evil Medium Outsider

Nidal: Land of Shadows, pg. 57

It would be a crime against the Midnight Lord to talk about velstrac without first mentioning their cocoons. While far from the only way to create one, the Joymaking ritual is seemingly one of the most reliable methods of transforming a willing mortal being directly into a velstrac, the rules and laws of this ritual a secret closely guarded by the church of Zon-Kuthon, said Midnight Lord (though this hasn’t stopped the Demagogue Sugroz from finding her own methods that work on unwilling targets). Joyful Things are exactly what they sound like: things that are joyful. These once-mortals were subjected to unspeakable tortures and vile magics, removing all of their unnecessary extremities and organs to leave nothing but a vessel for pain and madness, acting as something of a divine font for Zon-Kuthon’s power and interpreters of his alien will.

These wriggling grubs represent the middle stage of the velstrac lifecycle, the twisting essence of the Shadow Plane keeping them alive and in constant, ecstatic agony from which they draw strange magical powers. Able to freely use Levitate and Mage Hand, their loss of limb isn’t much of an impediment for them... and, in fact, despite very explicitly having most of their sensory organs removed, they’ve experienced no sensory loss, having no immunities to incoming visual or audio stimulus or disadvantages usually given to creatures that cannot see, hear, or smell. If anything their senses are sharper, gaining darkvision, the ability to see into the future 1/day via Augury, and the power to taste thoughts. 

Any creature they manage to pin down in a grapple (more on how they do that in a moment), their repulsive tongue engulfs the victim’s head and afflicts them with an irresistible version of Detect Thoughts that lasts as long as the grapple does. While the Joyful Things care little for what other creatures are thinking unless it’s “oof ouch owie that hurts,” their caretakers and associates may be very curious to see what‘s rattling around in their victim’s heads, and can use the horrors as methods of interrogation as much as they can be used for religious ceremonies and, in a pinch, as assistants in combat.

Looking at them you wouldn’t think they were combat capable... and you’re largely correct. Fragile as a moth’s chrysalis, Joyful Things possess none of the defensive power of the fiends they will eventually become, protected only by 17 Spell Resistance and their (honestly quite potent) Blessing of Pain, a gift from their god that grants them a bonus to their AC, saving throws, and attack AND damage rolls equal to their Charisma modifier (usually +3). Without backup, a Joyful Thing largely relies on its inborn spell-likes like Darkness (at-will) and Mirror Image (3/day) to give it time to confound and debuff its enemies. It’s actually quite the potent support unit, able to use Bane, Cause Fear, and Command at will to control the party’s actions, and possessing Crushing Despair, Hold Person, and Bestow Curse available 3/day to cut them off entirely.

Once the group has been sufficiently crumpled or manages to get too close for comfort, the Things have a surprise for anyone in melee with them. The chain that binds their form is as much a part of them as their han-- as their fee-- as their skin and tongue, animate and lashing like a tendril. It’s able to strike twice in a round for 2d4+3 damage each and threatens to Grab any creature it strikes, which is how it can further move to embrace the victim with its tongue. Their bursts of emotional magic also allows them to Exploit Pain, granting them a +1 bonus to attack and damage rolls versus any creature suffering from a fear or pain effect, which followers of Zon-Kuthon are noted for regularly throwing around.

Joyful Things may be the vesltrac equivalent of Demon Larva, but they’re far more than just helpless cocoons. That being said, bereft of caretakers to give them time to buffet the party with spells, even WITH their bolstered saves they tend go down quickly... and may even enjoy doing so, squealing with hideous delight as the party carves into them and exposes them to entirely new forms of pain. That, perhaps, is their greatest and most repulsive defense.

You can read more about them here.

[godbluds]

some muse tidbits before i go work on those opens ,,

lyra howard

lyra is a pacifist in the sense that she will use exhaust every measure possible before resorting to violence. she'll say she doesn't have a preferred weapon, but when it comes down to HAVING to fight, she's prepared to use nature to her advantage. she's weakest in desert , ice & water - filled climates where natural resources are scarcely available . capable of controlling & manipulating trees , roots , vines , & other plants , her preferred method of combat is using her abilities to provide cover & protection ; ultimately allowing her team to cut & run .

lyra has a small potted plant at her beside at camp, & the small date-like fruits that sprout from it contain mild healing properties.

juno pearce

juno has delved into the studies of her mother's magic & can be a fierce opponent at a range. she's primarily focused on the schools of illusionary & divination magic , & studied both for years before making headway. now juno is capable of creating her own spells , simply by conjuring an idea of what she wants to do .

when it comes to weapons , juno often carries a bow & an array of enchanted arrows .

she can communicate with crows , ravens , dragons , snakes & owls , which are considered sacred to hecate .

using her magic can quickly exhaust juno , especially considering her relative inexperience . she can often push herself too far & deplete her energy to the point of passing out for hours .

though she's only read about the success of previous hecate children in their attempts to transform their figures , it's something juno strives to eventually be powerful enough to do .

ira areti

though it was a strategy quickly banned by chiron at camp , ira is capable of simulating temporary insanity within the mind of someone else . an example of this is instilling fear , paranoia & madness in the mind of an opponent ; inciting them to attack their own teammates .

ira is incredibly persuasive , something they didn't even realize was a product of their father's godhood until chiron enlightened them . he's been warned to be very careful with this ability , something he calls the push .

their chosen weapon in close combat is a pair of shortswords , though ira greatly prefers not to get his hands dirty & handle opponents from a distance , from the inside out .

[scarletooyoroi]

Where the pomegranates sing,

The apples clap,

And the Forest remembers.

Deep within this land enriched by vitality of all forms, producing bounties, fostering strength, a residual feeling of home sears within the faithful staff in his hands. Despite being immersed in the scale of history ranging from the call of that unbound flame, to the many hands that carried it some iteration of it with varying degrees of success, how long has it been in that well of consciousness that this very weapon could feel this sensation again.

How the emerald flash of greenery bounced upon the sunlight, how this beloved vitality became the reason that it turns malady and strife in the toll of ashes to welcome such dangers to oblivion itself?

This particular wielder who also has been blessed by the unbound flame of the world seemed to hold a touch more understanding. Despite this form of pseudo sentience being a fading brand of awareness, the blonde warrior held a means of allowing life to flow in the form of will. From times experienced around Inazuman weaponry, against the well kept to the shoddy, to the malicious lined to the equally strong in some fervent faith, blades that found themselves infused with Tatarigami always held that stint of madness that needed to be seared from reality.

Mortal rot left horribly unkempt would lead to pestilence, then what of the divine variety? Lives more deeply entrenched in those echelons of power were a veritable nuclear meltdown upon death depending on their desire.

In short, these ‘realms of authority’ would naturally clash, Teyvat’s and the living coil of that very being. It mattered not if these were born and bred within this very world.

____

Thoma’s current journey within Sumeru has led him deep into the versatile woodlands. A cheery sense of free while actively running, leaping, soaring over high tops, methodically bouncing between sturdy trunks, to flipping along difficult heights where the smallest touch of leniency would lead to a harrowing plummet. Yet, he found joy in scaling through the lands without plenty of rhyme and a focused sect of reason.

The taste of Anemo here was crisp, rivaling that of the lands that hail the very Archon that established dominion upon that part of the seven. A natural guess would be that overflowing flora eagerly give as much as it takes, personalized contentment found in finding a home amidst all the denizens large and small.

So he certainly doesn’t complain, for more fresh oxygen and a stir of divine will means a much brighter burn.

That searing heart (and a good set of directions) would lead him deep into an area within the Lokapala Jungle, cleaved from many of the manmade or animal routes beaten into the earth.  A good and steady beat dances within his chest, further amplifying that inspired rhythm of the lands itself. Thoma’s certainty was growing further as he could feel the tempered burn that controls itself through the pole section of Homa, stirs of crimson life radiating in the hum of a tender beat.

There was no better confirmation that he’s on the right track. “A place where it resonated the closest with that heat.. Forming rare varieties of wood that thrives in any flame, amplifying the call of the very heat that’s willed into it.” He softly speaks, recalling clear of the legends spoken in one land, and the sharper, sparse reports found in the House of Deana.

For this ascension, a crucial key would be to dive back to the metaphorical roots, to guide this power back here.

Thus he’d advance onward, becoming a presence that reflects an imposing but respectful nature. Often as he doesn’t enjoy letting his merits be too widely known, gaining the recognition of animal life, to the exuding his will to the land’s very essence itself was important. Just the sight of dendrograna, so similar to electrograna reflects that chief lesson.

The land lives. It needs to learn about him and his intentions, as much as he’s here upon that very journey himself.

Many vines and flora would draw themselves apart upon his--, more particularly, Homa’s arrival, drawing apart as the presence it radiates reflects one of contentment, of that same boundless wisdom and hope that helped carve the dark futures of calamity away despite an element that always seemed to be an ending to forest life. Curious eyes would be drawn in how this particular grotto seems to expand the further he advances, hollowing out into the form of a more open hall compared to anything else.

Part of Thoma couldn’t resist wondering if this inventive measure is more man made or world like.

Within time he’d soon find the location he was intending to discover. Deeper humidity, more fragrant and heavier air, what he comes to discover... Isn’t exactly what he expected. Yet, that in itself hardly matters. What he imagined to be a forest of scarlet initially turns out to look more normalized in some regards, these particular trees holding edges of silver as a more prominent trait compared to anything else. Yet, the undeniable answer rang within his heart, causing its beats to hasten as that same mysterious edged itself into his mind.

"Only an unbound flame can purify this world.’

A voice that seems to draw its breath directly against his chest.

As his eyes sharpen with proper recognition, he advances, giving the firewood staff a flip until its positioned vertically, settled properly within his hand as a familiar ritual would begin anew. There was a distinct understanding of his reasoning for being here, to bring this land one of it’s fashioned children once again. Calamity was afoot, and naturally, understanding of the core and beyond would be key to reach the appropriate heights. No more, no less.

“Homa needs the strength of this place, the home where it was raised to power. Feel the coursing wave of my flames, its understanding in what it means to and not to harm.” Declares the Fixer, settling the spear’s blunt end to the red earth below. That  gently radiating eye begins to stir with further life as it gradually awakens from a more controlled slumber, allowing a flowing, aura like shawl of scarlet to erupt from its dual scarlet tips. Even the darker portions of the staff began to glow, gaining a more distinct scarlet tint comparable to the ground below.

Flame began to bloom around the staff’s head as Thoma settles down onto his knees, allowing for his divinity through the Vision to serve as a more appropriate link, to join this very experience as he puts his hands together in a stance prayer while allowing for his eyes to close.

This.. Unbound flame. He felt that it was time to let firsthand experience be his way of learning.

To let the world itself teach.

[3liza]

Ihr Wesen und ihre Werke (The art of the Germans. Its nature and its works) and Kunst und Rasse (Art and Race), the latter published in 1928, in which he argued that only racially pure artists could produce a healthy art which upheld timeless ideals of classical beauty, while racially mixed modern artists produced disordered artworks and monstrous depictions of the human form. By reproducing examples of modern art next to photographs of people with deformities and diseases, he graphically reinforced the idea of modernism as a sickness.

[...]

Art historian Henry Grosshans says that Hitler "saw Greek and Roman art as uncontaminated by Jewish influences. Modern art was [seen as] an act of aesthetic violence by the Jews against the German spirit. Such was true to Hitler even though only Liebermann, Meidner, Freundlich, and Marc Chagall, among those who made significant contributions to the German modernist movement, were Jewish. But Hitler ... took upon himself the responsibility of deciding who, in matters of culture, thought and acted like a Jew." The supposedly "Jewish" nature of all art that was indecipherable, distorted, or that represented "depraved" subject matter was explained through the concept of degeneracy, which held that distorted and corrupted art was a symptom of an inferior race. By propagating the theory of degeneracy, the Nazis combined their antisemitism with their drive to control the culture, thus consolidating public support for both campaigns.

[...]

There were slogans painted on the walls. For example:

Insolent mockery of the Divine under Centrist rule

Revelation of the Jewish racial soul

An insult to German womanhood

The ideal—cretin and whore

Deliberate sabotage of national defense

German farmers—a Yiddish view

The Jewish longing for the wilderness reveals itself—in Germany the Negro becomes the racial ideal of a degenerate art

Madness becomes method

Nature as seen by sick minds

Even museum bigwigs called this the "art of the German people"

Tag yourself as this list of “bad art” features, according to a twitter fascist

[doqteqs]

Is Catholicism comparable with eugenics

Yes, absolutely, but apparently almost no one understands how, because they treat eugenics as a dirty word that just means hating and killing people for their skin color/disabilities/sexual proclivities (not Catholic!), rather than understanding eugenics as what it actually is: an inevitable part of the development of the human race.

Catholics (like G. K. Chesterton and his "Eugenics and Other Evils") have been some of the strongest and most vocal opponents to eugenics. If you're Catholic, you have to believe in monogamous marriage, not using birth control or performing abortions, not gene-editing people, not gassing people, and so on. And that's all well and good. So in this shallow sense, the answer is almost always given as 'No'. But in the strict sense, that 'No' is totally misplaced...

What many do not realize is that it was actually the Catholic Church ITSELF that directed at least one, and debatably two or more, of the largest and most successful eugenics programs in all of human history, to the great benefit of all mankind. One was the genetic pacification of Western European states in the Middle Ages, when, under the auspices of the Church, they started hanging violent criminals instead of simply fining them. Law and order, rigorously applied over long periods of time, is itself a eugenic process as such, because you weed out individuals with high aggression and low impulse control - and the Church, to its credit, helped impose that law and order. (nb: you don't need to kill people for this to work, just make it a little harder for them to swim in the gene pool. I think sterilization & penal labor is a more Christian sentence than the death penalty, and I think many caths would agree...)

The other great Catholic eugenics program is the breeding of the Ashkenazi Jews for intelligence. This was accomplished through Catholic laws forbidding usury, which, combined with Jewish laws allowing usury and discouraging intermarriage, had obvious selection effects for Jewish intelligence. Some of my antisemite followers will get mad at me for saying this but even if you don't like Jews, those niggas gave us a lot of inventions n sheeit, so credit where credit is due. See chapter 7 of this book (also by Henry Harpending) for the full argument.

For a more formal, official Catholic answer or to fact check me, check out Dignitas Personae: On Certain Bioethical Questions, and a lot of Pius XII's encyclicals on Nazi matters, like Humani Generis ('we're all one human family, guys'), Summi Pontificatus, ("The Church hails with joy and follows with her maternal blessing every method of guidance and care which aims at a wise and orderly evolution of particular forces and tendencies having their origin in the individual character of each race, provided that they are not opposed to the duties incumbent on men from their unity of origin and common destiny... A disposition, in fact, of the divinely sanctioned natural order divides the human race into social groups, nations or States, which are mutually independent in organization and in the direction of their internal life. But for all that, the human race is bound together by reciprocal ties, moral and juridical, into a great commonwealth directed to the good of all nations and ruled by special laws which protect its unity and promote its prosperity.") and Mit Brennender Sorge ('don't gas your Jewish neighbor, guys').

[wholepaperfactory]

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The class of drugs of which LSD-25 is the most potent member may prove for our time to be a very useful tool in exploring, via the scientific method, the roots of this age-old dilemma concerning the nature of perceived reality. 

“A major contribution to ensuring the continued expansion of the renaissance in psychedelic research. This book would be an outstanding textbook in all courses of psychedelic psychotherapy, mysticism, and spirituality.” — Rick Doblin, Ph.D., founder and executive director of the Multidisciplinary Association for Psychede

“An all-star lineup of psychedelic cognoscenti.” — Julie Holland, M.D., editor of The Pot Book and author of Weekends at Bellevue

“A powerful testimony from pioneers of consciousness research, spiritual teachers, and scholars about the potential of psychedelic plants and their compounds to bring spirituality to modern society and help alleviate the dangerous alienation that has brought humanity to the brink of destruction.” — Stanislav Grof, M.D., author of LSD Psychotherapy, Psychology of the Future, and When the Impossible

“A useful reference work that presents the current state of understanding from the relevant scientific, practical, and judicial perspectives.” — Dennis McKenna, Ph.D., founding board member of the Heffter Research Institute and coauthor of The I

“Explains all aspects of the psychedelic experience as a tool for spiritual evolution--from personal accounts to detailed information and practical instructions. A key book.” — Dieter Hagenbach, president of Gaia Media Foundation

“Essential reading for people interested in humanity’s efforts to experience the divine. This is an outstanding collection of essays and studies on mystical experience.” — Michael Nielsen, professor and chair of psychology, Georgia Southern University

“A tour de force of the history of the Western reencounter with these perennial sacred plants, written by leading figures from many disciplines. The broad coverage exemplifies the importance of psychedelic plants for many disciplines and their diverse potentials for personal and social transformation.” — Michael Winkelman, Ph.D., author of Shamanism: A Biopsychosocial Paradigm of Consciousness and Heali

“This essential collection forces a reexamination of the legal status of controlled substances in view of the benefit that mind-altering sacramental entheogens offer for psychotherapy and spiritual growth.” — Carl A. P. Ruck, professor of classical studies, Boston University, and author of Mushrooms, Myths,

“Tom Roberts is the keeper of the flame for the study of psychedelics, the chief librarian of the entheogenic archive. In this soul-nourishing book he’s compiled the wisdom, humanity, and technical expertise the world just might be ready for now in order to provide us legally accessed soul-manifesting sacramental experience via psychedelics.” — Charles Hayes, editor of Tripping: An Anthology of True-Life Psychedelic Adventures

“For those who value profound religious experiences and who wish to become increasingly well informed about how entheogens could become responsibly integrated into meditative practices and the offerings of spiritual retreat centers, there is much to be learned from the well-chosen essays in this book.” — William A. Richards, S.T.M., Ph.D., Department of Psychiatry, Johns Hopkins Bayview School of Medici

“Some of the most serious, sustained, thoughtful, and mature voices on the subject of entheogens and religion. The contributors reflect on the historical trajectories of this conversation, address the common stereotypes and misconceptions, and offer new directions of thought and vision, reminding us again of what this conversation has always been about: the extraordinary cosmic being we so casually and carelessly call the human being.” — Jeffrey J. Kripal, professor of religious studies, Rice University, and author of Mutants and Mystic

“Makes the case for primary religious experience through entheogens as a way to experience the sacred and realize personal transformation.” — Bruce Sewick, LCPC, RDDP, CADC, therapist and addiction counselor

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Wizards 1

Portino

Long brown hair with red tips, beautiful eyes that have pupils shaped like goat skulls thanks to a blessing from his god

Dressed like a priest, with a pendant made of someone's stolen, minimized, and mummified shadow

Converted his blood into ambrosia, which boosts the physical capabilities of those that drink it, and is addictive to gods, has done this since he was physically very weak before and now he is as strong as a normal man, also as a gift to his god

Thanks to help from a biomancer he can increase and decrease the blood production of his heart for when he needs to supply others with a divine drink, he does so sparingly since it may cause health problems

Priest to the god Melakar, deity of goats, darkness, and red eyes, he feeds this god his blood on a monthly basis out of devotion, and in return he has been gifted with the ability to summon up to 3 violent goat familiars from any shadow within sight

Fave food is carrot cake

Fave song is soldier poet king

Fave Arcana is Melakar's Favor

Netrix

White hair, messy beard, old tired eyes from years of working and seeing many things

Dressed in a silver and grey train old conductor's uniform, with a couple magitech gadgets hidden in it

Knows how to operate and repair an interplanar train called the Paradeximus Express, capable of piercing dimensional barriers with ease, the gadgets are based off this vehicle

Example Gadgets: Pressured steam shooter capable of hitting beings on the spiritual plane; Bronze fisticuffs that punch through a realm of nothingness and then back to the original plane again but in a further away spot; Whistle that summons the Paradeximus

Capable of perceiving some incomprehensible things after some intensive ocular organ training with some Monks Of True Sight, he can look at cthulhu for a full minute without going mad completely

Fave food is sour gummies

Fave song is the wonder of you

Fave Arcana is Paradeximus Express Mechanical Knowledge

Orihann

She's a plain looking woman dressed in a spiffy suit, neat fedora, and a pair of small square rimmed glasses

On her hands are a pair of gloves woven from the dreams of dragons converted into thread by a Somni-Spiders, allowing her to retrieve her weapon of choice without harming her fingers

She wields shards made of pure SHARP, contained within a briefcase lined with the same thread as her gloves, she can telekinetically control these shards thanks to a ritual she used to bind the objects to her will, with the pure SHARP she can cut through steel like butter

Knows of ritualistic distillation method that can allow her to make compounds purely out of abstract concepts, very difficult and dangerous and she only figured out how to make SHARP

Fave food is bacon cheeseburger

Fave song is absolute territory

Fave Arcana is Concept Distillation

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What Does The Deck Say? January 18, 2023

Short Reading: "The trip is going to suck but look at all the time you'll have to think things through in peace and quiet!"

Not So Short Reading: "The trip is going to be worse than usual, but instead of getting mad at circumstances you can’t do anything about, take the extra time to reconsider those things you do have some control over. What is waiting for you at your destination that everyone assumes you’ll handle the way they want you to? How can you deal with it in a way that is better for you even though that method will “disappoint” your peers? What is it you can do today that will make things better for yourself? How can you turn this apparent setback into an advantage? Get to it."

A Baraja Española deck, the Baraja Azteca is a 48 card deck of playing cards used for such games as Brisca, Tute, and Mus. This 48-card variant of the deck contains four suits; Oros (Coins), Bastos (Clubs), Espadas (Swords), and Copas (Cups). While the deck is made primarily for play, it functions well as a divination tool. Each reader uses their own personal understanding and intuition to interpret the cards.

“What Does The Deck Say” is a weekday series of 3 card pulls from a cartomancy deck. No context or query is given to frame what the cards say as the posts are reading samples and not personal instruction. The result is sometimes humorous, sometimes serious, and usually surprising. All readers are invited to leave a comment about what they perceive in the random spread as each person will interact with the cards in their own way.

Personalized, direct, and private cartomancy readings are available via Ko-Fi: Noxporium.