#Do As Thou Wilt

[000life-is-meaningless000]

I Hate Satanist !

And, I Seriously, Dislike Anton Lavey !

But, I Agree With Him, Do as, Should do as you Thou Wilt do not feed the white wolf feed the black wolf sacrifice the white wolf to the black wolf.

😡 - feed the black one, sacrifice the white one to the black one, Never forget birds with a feather will flock together.

[poundfooolish]

I was tagged by @the-npc for five songs I've been listening to lately so

Nancy Mulligan - The Wellermen

Die Anywhere Else - Gamechops & DM Dokuro Cover

A Tale They Won't Believe - Captain Tractor

Puppeteer - Epic: The Circe Saga (Really the whole saga)

Astral Alley - Night In the Woods Soundtrack

[grayseeker]

I need to get this tattooed on me somewhere. It sums up exactly what Starscream means to me.

"You are the living embodiment of the Decepticon ideal and are merely a step away from completely embracing it."

[entoman-created-by-the-tallgreys]

! Time is . . . A, Hurricane & Acid !

If anything will make you nihilistic, it's a faculty that all your achievements and all your accomplishments no matter how great you are will be pushed into the past by the breathing nature of time and all your achievements and all your accomplishments will slowly be deteriorate like steel turns to rust

And then rust turns to dust and dust gets blown Away behind you of the winds of Sandstorm of Time

We're all stupid Spirits thinking everything and anything we ever do matters even if you were the famous the most persons or the most unrecognizable of people it matters not for what you do

You could have been the greatest of Kings you could have been the most hated of villains you could have been a little actual deity that walked the world or you could have just been a fly buzzing around we're all equal

In the eye of the time we all get Erased

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The best thing you can do in your life is whatever the fuck you want don't let these religious nut jobs guilt you guilt trip you with this illusion of sin

Do whatever the fuck you want your life my life and even the life of a deity is fucking worthless

We're all equally worthless the best you can do out of life is be as freewheel driven as possible do whatever you want and fuck all the walls and all the rules and all the stigmas and fuck all the diagnosis of you and just fuck all the assholes they won't agree with you

Because when you're dead it won't matter whether you reincarnate or you can't reincarnate like many will say it doesn't matter it doesn't fucking matter because when you're dead when your time is gone it doesn't matter

It doesn't fucking matter once your dad it doesn't matter if something is one thing most people don't want to realize is once you're dead it doesn't matter you could have been the greatest mother fucker live long enough and all your achievements will be erased that's what time does

Think of all the civilizations time has a race you don't know of them because Cronos does a perfect job of erasing the past

99% of all history of all things it's impossible to see the past it's impossible to see the greatness of you it's impossible most things are just fucking impossible

To the best thing you can do with your life is whatever the fuck you want fuck the walls fuck the sins fuck the diagnosis of your personality fuck everything fuck if it was good and fuck it if it was bad

Because once you're dead it won't matter even if you were Superman it won't matter even if you were the devil it doesn't matter because time I don't want to say Time heals but time finds a way to neutralize all things cuz now you are pure good or pure evil finds a way to neutralize everything to a plane balance field

Do, whatever you want, and be wary of the consequences of the people in the world the things that you have done though

I'm not saying it's impossible to be consequence free

But, I am saying that most people live their lives by fear order is sustained by the fear and the ignorance of the billions

Do, Whatever you want till the day you're Dead

[blujayonthewing]

[sledgehammer-to-a-discoball]

Fun Quest Ideas for BG3.

A secret task: What in the hells?

If playing as the Durge and in pact with Gortash we

1. Go to Flynn's Cobblers and use Illithid power on the parents to learn about his past.

2. Go to the house of hope and talk to Nubaldin about Gortash

3. Kill Raphael in the House of Hope and Save Hope

I think we should be able to tell Gortash we killed Raphael and get a reaction out of him. That would be neat. Not necessarily exposition as that would be ooc, but it would be neat to make Enver think Durge remembers something about him, personally?? or cares enough?

You do with your parents to thy will babygirl, your personal assassin took care of the threat.

Bonus points for conflicted/disgusted (depending on her approval) Karlach dialogue along the lines of 'You're not doing it *for him* are you?!'

[algae-x]

Every literary agent in the western hemisphere about to be deluged in 500K word plus Bigby Wolf slash fics.

Fables Press Release

Subject: Fables Enters the Public Domain

15 September 2023

By Bill Willingham

For Immediate Release

The Lede

As of now, 15 September 2023, the comic book property called Fables, including all related Fables spin-offs and characters, is now in the public domain. What was once wholly owned by Bill Willingham is now owned by everyone, for all time. It’s done, and as most experts will tell you, once done it cannot be undone. Take-backs are neither contemplated nor possible.

Q: Why Did You Do This?

A number of reasons. I’ve thought this over for some time. In no particular order they are:

1) Practicality: When I first signed my creator-owned publishing contract with DC Comics, the company was run by honest men and women of integrity, who (for the most part) interpreted the details of that agreement fairly and above-board. When problems inevitably came up we worked it out, like reasonable men and women. Since then, over the span of twenty years or so, those people have left or been fired, to be replaced by a revolving door of strangers, of no measurable integrity, who now choose to interpret every facet of our contract in ways that only benefit DC Comics and its owner companies. At one time the Fables properties were in good hands, and now, by virtue of attrition and employee replacement, the Fables properties have fallen into bad hands.

Since I can’t afford to sue DC, to force them to live up to the letter and the spirit of our long-time agreements; since even winning such a suit would take ridiculous amounts of money out of my pocket and years out of my life (I’m 67 years old, and don’t have the years to spare), I’ve decided to take a different approach, and fight them in a different arena, inspired by the principles of asymmetric warfare. The one thing in our contract the DC lawyers can’t contest, or reinterpret to their own benefit, is that I am the sole owner of the intellectual property. I can sell it or give it away to whomever I want.

I chose to give it away to everyone. If I couldn’t prevent Fables from falling into bad hands, at least this is a way I can arrange that it also falls into many good hands. Since I truly believe there are still more good people in the world than bad ones, I count it as a form of victory.

More in the link below:

[lamontkh]

Your beauty should not come from outward adornment, such as elaborate hairstyles and the wearing of gold jewelry or fine clothes.

4 Rather, it should be that of your inner self, the unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is of great worth in God’s sight.

[elguritch-art]

Your Silfr is so fucking gorgeous and cool and powerful, i am in love, i am lusting, peak design truly

Keep up the good good work, love to see more of Silfr and Messmer

AHHH Thank you so much!! I'm so glad to hear other people love Silfr as much as me, Silfr is genuinely living in my brain rent free right now

Here's a little peek for you of the next piece I'm working on as proof I will be delivering on more of them soon ;D

[000life-is-meaningless000]

I honestly don't know why we have so many morals in this world, I don't understand why we have a responsibility to be so fucking moral ?

I don't know why there's so, many deities in higher powers above Humanity, We be fucking moral like why is it fucking matter ?

you're boring this world to serve and be obedient to Good ?

just so you can die go to a good place why can't these deities send u to the good realm because thay often can see someone's life and all that that happens before anything happens deities are Beyond super psychic.

So, I Really see this morality bullshit it's just a guilt trip gaslighting a guilt trip.

I really meant the point of seeing being being just being being a fucking good person some kind of like mental illness.

there's no real punishment for being evil except for the offense to the human spirit.

They who are trained for Good and Bad is the same way that you were trained for Law and Order.

So I really have no idea was the whole point of being moral thought out our lives and Why we fear to be evil ?

if there is a higher power that doesn't want you to be evil like you're just taking it out of the equation.

This whole punishment thing is just bullshit.

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it's Completely irrational, morals are also tied to mental Health, Law and Order religion and every part of The Human Experience.

it is serves not in place no good role.

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When Evil has all the benefits, Good says it's the most valuable.

And, The most fucked up strangest thing is more people will do evil in the name of Good than Good will do in the name of Evil.

my point is that everybody has their own idea what's good and what's evil and people always are willing to kill other people because they believe that they are evil evil is a good and evil is a fucking religion I really think u should do other fuck you want cuz we're God damn fucking animals with a finite amount of time and there's some stupid piece of shit above us all watching us and judging us of our actions and God damn well they can go fuck themselves.

I think it's a fucking abuse and if human beings don't even have free will why is that even fucking matter you're going to get punished on something you don't even fucking have you don't even have free will and this is big thing of wondering if we even have free will to begin with

and the motherfuckers even talk about everything being fucking predestined so it just gets me even deeper in the rabbit hole wanting to know what the fuck is anything what the fucking point of hell we don't have free will everything is predestined our Free Will is fake we would do to do it anyway you also got to think of DNA on the goddamn math board

in the more you think about shit and the more you contemplate

the way you got to wonder what the fuck, is the point ?

Why be good when evil is all good and then you have Christians always saying that they say that Pitty the fool that See's, Evil is good and good is evil

when everyone does that constantly no one knows what the fuck anything is cuz it's kind of just make up their morals that go along.

We're All God damn flawed imperfect fucking beings trying to fucking survive an endless meaningless pointless fucking existence that just ends up with us being bones in the fucking dirt somewhere ?

and for those dumb motherfuckers that say you won't go to heaven.

😡 - Bible, ACCURATE ! ! ! ! !

[abybweisse]

Basis of the demon cult

I am very intrigued by all this, but there are major corrections to make.

First of all, the Sir Francis Dashwood who founded this secret society lived from 1708 to 1781, so he was dead long before the Victorian era. Basically, these high society men gathered together, hired a group of prostitutes, dined together, got drunk, and engaged in whatever activities they pleased. They also made various offerings to statues of pagan gods and goddesses. Some of the statues might have been moved to the abbey and, later, the caves... but many were located at his home estate.

The abbey they rented for their exploits was at Medmenham, but it didn't look like the church used in the manga. However, Wikipedia says he and his fellow renters of the abbey restored it in the style of 18th century Gothic Revival, so that could explain Yana-san's choice of styles in the manga.

Not far away, he had a church built on a hill, though I do not know what it looks like. The area has this St. Peter's parish church (below), but I do not know if it's the one he had built.

Later, meetings were held in the Hellfire Caves.

The society broke apart in the 1760's, probably by 1766.

During the late 19th century, people started to associate Dashwood's former Monks of Medmenham or Hellfire Club with black masses and demon worship. It is not known whether they engaged in worshipping demons, but they did do mock rituals for pagan deities, as mentioned above.

The "Do as thou wilt" phrase used by Dashwood, Aleister Crowley, and the Kuroverse demon-worshipping cult, all stem from the fictional Abbaye de Thélème, mentioned in Gargantua and Pantagruel by Rabelais in the 16th century. What you might call an anti-monastery. A place for hedonistic rituals.

After Dashwood's death, a nephew of his founded the Phoenix Society. From Wikipedia, on the Hellfire Club:

In 1781, Dashwood's nephew Joseph Alderson (an undergraduate at Brasenose College, Oxford) founded the Phoenix Society (later known as the Phoenix Common Room), but it was only in 1786 that the small gathering of friends asserted themselves as a recognised institution.[48] The Phoenix was established in honour of Sir Francis, who died in 1781, as a symbolic rising from the ashes of Dashwood's earlier institution.

Thelema also uses a Phoenix as one of its symbols. Please check out my posts about #thelema for more about that one, including their use of symbols, like the Phoenix.

There is also a novel, The Monks of Thelema, from 1878. Here's an online edition from 1884.

I'd say that the Viscount of Druitt (Aleister Chambers) is mostly based on Aleister Crowley, though he might also be associated with this demon cult and more vaguely based on Sir Francis Dashwood.

I'd say the demon cult is like a cross between Dashwood's "Hellfire" club and Crowley's Thelema. Time-wise, it's between the two, as well, but closer to Crowley's active era. Crowley himself is only a couple months older than our Phantomhive twins....

Probably a clue to the cult that kidnapped the twins

Ok, this is my first post here and I don't know much about English so I'll use the translator.I hope that a part of kurofandom can see this and tell me what they think.

hace unos días comencé a releer el manga del arco de revelación gemela, y como últimamente he estado investigando sobre arquitectura gótica/medieval, vi este panel del capítulo 135 y pensé "este castillo lo han tomado". parece que es medieval"

then the idea of looking for information on satanic sects during the Victorian era occurred to me, and although in reality there was very little information about it, after searching for a while I finally found a page that told me about what I was looking for.

Well this information is about a man named Sir Francis Dashwood, like many of the young people of Victorian England who prided themselves on being part of blue blood families, he was an inexhaustible traveler. He toured almost all of Europe as part of his training, but he always expressed a very marked passion for Italy. Dashwood was a man of the world, surrounded by powerful friends in politics, banking and the art world. He held important positions in the civil service of England. He was also a notable lover of parties, music, food, drink and women in large quantities, in addition to art and Greco-Roman cultures. Quite a character with notable influences that he had access to practically what he wanted. He lived near the River Thames, in Buckinghamshire, in a huge mansion in West Wycombe, surrounded by luxuries and servants who fulfilled any mandate 24 hours a day. In it he held meetings with notable friends of his and members of Masonic lodges in which his vices surfaced permanently.

However, he had in mind the creation of a select secret group in which he could discuss freely about political and philosophical issues exclusively, made up of elegant and influential gentlemen from English high society. This is how he found the ideal place to carry out these meetings: Medmenham Abbey, whose owners were members of the Duffield family, and which was about five kilometers away from his mansion. The Duffields agreed to rent the property, erected around 1200 by a congregation of Cistercian monks. The place was perfect in every way: away from prying eyes and with an atmosphere of mysticism, thanks to its medieval air that enchanted Sir Francis.

He had a good number of statues of pagan gods moved to the property and decorated the walls with mocking phrases such as: Peni tento, non penitenti ("a stiff penis, no penance"). On the reception door he had the following legend engraved: Fay ce que voudras (<< Do what you want »), which would later be adopted by the magician Aleister Crowley as his personal phrase. The place was ready to receive Dashwood's guests and start the meetings of the new Hell-Fire Club. From this moment is where the myths and legends are born around the dark activities of this sinister cult where its members arrive at the abbey aboard small boats, dressed as monks, carrying candles in their hands and singing Gregorian chants.

It should be clarified that in reality the cult called themselves "The Monks of Medmenham". The name "Hell-Fire" club was more of a derogatory nickname.

So reading all this information I realized something, the phrase that this cult used was "fray ce que voudras" which means "Do what you want" or "Do your will" and this same phrase is used by the members of the cult that kidnapped to the twins.

In this part of chapter 135.

here I realized that when they arrive at that castle the receptionist asks "are you a monk?" To which the other responds with "Fay ce que voudras" (Do what you want). The same phrase used by members of the cult The Monks of Medmenham.

So I would assume that this is a hint that Yana left us and I don't see anyone else talking about it. I don't know if so many people from kurofandom follow me but tell me what you think about this, we should investigate further but I think this is a very obvious clue. 😸

[skauni]

Thought Time!

What if we took the new 141 and switch them up a lil bit with the old 141? Switch old ghost and new ghost’s height, mix the accents for a nice combo, and give hazel eyes. Bring old soaps scar back to new soap and give old soap and new soap more attitude too(basically combine their moods). Take new Gaz’s sass queen stamp and slap it on old Gaz and then slap old Gaz’s personality stamp on new Gaz. Price—uhhhh… what can we do for price—uhHhhHhHh…………. Oh! Mix the accents for a more gruff smoking fancy man’s accent and add their tired father auras to the mix before slapping new price with old prices blunt remarks when he hears something he wants to take as a challenge. Do with this as you may :)

[queenlua]

TIL that thelema practitioners are still a thing

2. I LIVE NEAR AN HONEST-TO-GOD THELEMA TEMPLE??? (sorry, "lodge," whatever)

3. i went to their website and "lol, lmao" at their covid protocol:

[tathrin]

A Bit of Mirkwood World Building:

The amethyst deceiver mushroom, Middle-earth style.

Commonly called Violet Despair, Violet Deceiver, False Delight, Purple Liar, and Shadow Deceiver in Westron.

*elvish name pending someone better at Sindarin than me devising one.

They grow in the southern part of Mirkwood, near Dol Guldur, and in the poisoned lands around Minas Morgul, where instead of arsenic they absorb the Shadows of the place, becoming darker and richer in color, and capable of swamping you with despair and paranoia if you eat them.

They predate the Shadow, but without a source of evil and corruption to feed upon they were nearly harmless: used often for dyes and decorations, although rarely for eating, for even then the Violet Deceiver was known for feeding on the rot and echo of darker feelings, and thus their flesh often became tainted with these sensations and capable of inducing fear, sorrow, and dismay in those who ate them.

Those fungi which found Evil on which to feed were, of course, much worse.

They are not quite bioluminescent, but their coloring is vibrant enough that in the black shadows of Mirkwood's trees and Mordor's gloom, they can trick the eye into thinking that they glow; but it is a glow that sheds no light to drive back the surrounding dark.

The Rangers of Ithilien encounter them much more rarely than do the elves of Mirkwood, for the Rangers do not brave the lands close to Minas Morgul; but they have come across them often enough to know to be wary of them also. (Among the Rangers, the mushrooms are sometimes referred to as "Violet Joys," as a form of bitter irony.)

Their spores exude a mild compulsory effect, tempting those who smell them to eat them, even when they know better.

The initial taste of the mushroom is sweet, almost too sweet, thick and cloying; this is followed quickly by a sharp sensation of peppery heat, and then a heavy nauseating muskiness (although few people are paying much attention to the taste at that point; mostly the latter is noted as a foul, rotten aftertaste lingering for a while in the mouths of the survivors).

Their scent is distinctive: alluring and floral, like lilies or lilacs, but with a hint of the sickly-sweet stench of rotting flesh lurking beneath that floral fragrance. By the time you notice the latter, you are already close enough to be imperiled.

Consuming even a single mushroom is enough to trigger the effects, engendering overwhelming sensations of despair and paranoia. Most victims report simultaneous symptoms of both, but some experience primarily hopelessness, while some suffer predominantly from the fear, and others vacillate between the two extremes.

Eating more than three or four will leave one in a fraught emotional and even hallucinatory state for several hours, or even days.

here have been no known cases of fatal poisonings from consuming the mushrooms, but many folk—elves and mortals—have died while under the effects, whether as a result of blundering into some peril they could not properly comprehend, being too absorbed or apathetic to defend themselves against another threat, or from breaking under the despair and terror and taking their own lives before their senses clear.

The Unhoused Shades that haunt Southern Mirkwood are prone to lingering near the mushrooms as well—or perhaps it is the other way around, and it is the rot of those trapped souls upon which the mushrooms feed.

Either way, the sight of them is a sign of peril.

These mushrooms were devised for @tathrin's fic And In The Darkness to Unmake Them and @babybat98's fic The Last War of the North, but are offered free for use of anyone writing in the Tolkien fandom who wishes to add them to their stories.

Ideally we ask you to link back to this post so that other readers can likewise make use of this bit of shared world building, but that's not a hard requirement for inclusion in your works.

All you have to do it not claim the idea for your own, and continue to freely share it with anyone else who wants to play too. Thank you!

[thegoodmorningman]

Happy Friday the 13th!!!

The only Rule on Friday is Let None Rule Over You 🪩🔥🍾 Good Morning

[entoman-created-by-the-tallgreys]

Make this I'm going to make this post super simple for you

I'm going to make this super fucking simple.

. . . . .

Everything you do in your life is trivia everything you know is trivia All your actions are important All your feelings are especially unimportant You and I are nothing more than the equivalent of ants crawling around some fucking planets somewhere We are just one planet at literally infinite in the multiverse There's not just a universe but there's a multiverse It means it's unlimited versions of the universe which means therefore there's unlimited planets unlimited stars and unlimited elements out there besides a four holy elements

Air earth water and fire in the two second forces of light and dark

And then it's also neutrality

. . .

My only point here is I wanted to let you goddamn know your life doesn't fucking matter My life doesn't fucking matter Your dogs life doesn't matter your cat's life really doesn't fucking matter nothing you do ever fucking matters and then you're just going to fucking die in times going to erase absolutely everything you ever fucking did in your existence It's going to fucking erase you just like erase all the tens of thousands of other lives before you and all the billions and trains of things they said and did throughout their life

Only a fraction of that shit survives and down to the corridors of time and it doesn't survive that very long A lot of the buildings have to be replaced a lot of the customs were placed everything gets replaced by something else You are nothing more than something that will be expended and cast it away

Everybody takes himself way too fucking seriously

And before you know it you're dead no one cares about your life no one knows about your life and even if you were famous nobody gets a fuck

Everybody's just going to move on to the next big fucking thing and you're going to be that old famous person like fucking Elvis

You are irrelevant I am irrelevant We are all irrelevant Your emotions are irrelevant Your actions are irrelevant Time itself is irrelevant Everything you know your brain is irrelevant

Everything you will ever learn is there irrelevant Every crime you commit is irrelevant all the sins you committed are relevant There's literally nothing you can do that does that fucking matters so what does matter it's for you to do whatever the fuck you want and it stop giving so much of a fucking shit about other people think and feel and do you need to care strictly about what you want and stop giving a fuck what everybody else wants ever see somebody die it's like watching a fucking and get stepped on

People come in and out of this fucking world, like all the cars you passing on the fucking road

How many of those goddamn cars the face that you see on the road you see more than once

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That's Exactly my fucking point

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And you are no better than them You are no special you are no not new or no way more important you are no different from anybody else out there your life is not more important your life is not least important, We are all equally worthless

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