#Draconian Deeds

[astra-ravana]

Tips, Fun Facts & Guidelines: From The Grimoire Of Deathful Wombs

☠If you summon a spirit for one purpose, abandon that purpose once the spirit manifests, and then ask for something else instead, the spirit will be furious. Making an additional request impromptu can go alright, so long as the additional request is not too much of a tangent from the original request.

☠The Ars Goetia, which contains 72 demons, was a rewrite of an older grimoire containing 69 spirits. The Ars Goetia included four additional demons and excluded one named Pruflas. 72 relates to the muliebral current of magickal energy, total magickal empowerment, and the Ophidian (draconian/serpentine) current.

☠If you disrespect the demons thoroughly enough, they might attack you, even to the point of having deathly intent. Even when that happens, it is still entirely possible for the deities to forgive you and continue to further your ascent.

☠Forgiveness is easy to get from most spirits, but sometimes forgiveness is partial. Articulated apologies and offerings both make forgiveness easier to get, and making spiritual progress is a big way to regain their favor.

☠Each of us will resonate better with some demons than others from the very beginning of our work. This is based partially upon the idiosyncracies of our physis- you will get the strongest manifestations by working with a demon whose physis is comparable to yours. Invocations of various demons will help you identify which types of spirits you resonate with. The ones most divorced from your physis will be difficult to invoke. By deliberately working with those spirits, you have become gradually attuned to their physis. Not only will this give you the ability to effectively access greater portions of the Numinous, it will strengthen the weak points in your spirituality and balance your own physis. The more balanced your energy is, the more powerful it is.

☠All the deities have their own character, preferences, values, etc. Ra hates psychic vampyres to the extent that he is liable to attack entire covens of them unprovoked, but Tiamat, Qingu, and Absu all love vampyres and are quite interested in their success, evolution, and well-being. Shugara judges people based on character, deeds, and potential. Samael is more strict than most deities.

☠You don't get over shit, you get through it- grieve normally. If you still have an emotional attachment to a bad memory, that means there's something about it you still haven't processed. Spells for emotional healing don't make you weak, they just allow you to cooperate with the spirits who care about you. To rephrase that last sentence: team work makes a dream work.

☠Refuse to distance yourself from the persons and spirits important to you during times of hardship- that's one of the worst things you can do.

☠Do not neglect your own well-being and mundane life for magick. The spiritual high can distract you from your outside life and incline you to procrastinate and neglect your obligations.

☠You'd ve surprised how early in your life certain spirits may have had their eyes on you. Your relationships with them may go back to past lives and/or activities between incarnations. Don't let it bother you if you aren't one of these cases.

☠If spirits call you a fool, that means you're doing the right thing: exploring unfamiliar territory. The Fool symbolizes the initiation process, as does Death. Death also symbolizes change and transformation.

☠Entities who are of a similar spiritual nature to yours or which share the disposition of your personality, will be easier for you to sense, see, hear, channel, evoke, and invoke. There are many factors defining the nature of your personal spiritual make-up, including the state of your alignment with various planetary forces, your Zodiac sign and its alchemical element, your attunement to various types of spiritual energy, and the position of your personality on the spectrum from feminine traits to masculine.

☠Some spirits have their own signature ways to give omens to the magician- Shugara uses the rain, Surgat tampers with locks, and so forth. Omens oftentimes simply serve to either let the witch know the spirit is interested in them or assure the witch of their presence. It's not too uncommon for spirits to hide your shit, appear in clouds, etc.

☠As far as I know, no perfect or omnipotent beings exist.

☠The gods destroy people all the time. Sometimes this can be so subtle that a magickal adept can be destroyed by a deity and think that it's helping them the whole time.

☠If a spirit tells you something you already know or reminds you to do something you already planned on doing, they're doing it for a reason.

☠Offerings do not have to be given during ritual, and you'd be surprised how many different types of viable offerings there are. You can offer fur shed by your pets to a demon (burn it). Fresh picked flowers can be an offering- so can sharing your meal or drink. Incense and lit candles used in ritual can serve as offerings.

☠Demons require offerings for sustenance, but they will only demand them of you if you did something wrong- unless a given offering is simply necessary for a ritual.

☠Ask the demon what they call themselves. If necessary, ask them to explain the symbolism of that title.

☠Consuming part of an offering to a deity takes the essence of that entity into your being.

☠Most practitioners of demon magick have a matron and/or patron demon. When a spirit offers to fill this role, make it official with a personally designed ritual.

☠Refusing to speak about a rite will greatly increase its power, but speaking about it isn't the end of the world.

☠If a deity asks why it should fulfill your request, the right answer is always something to the effect of, "I just wanted your help". Anything else is technically a lie. Lying to a spirit about why you want what you want is a huge mistake, but even the most trustworthy spitits may lie to you about certain things either for your own benefit, to prevent you from knowing a truth you are not ready for, or even just to patronize you. This does not count as hypocrisy on their part- deity-human interactions are a special case.

☠You'll end up looking back at problems you could've solved with black magick.

☠Chances are that whether or not human or animal sacrifice is immoral depends entirely on whether or not it is immoral to kill the person of animal in the first place.

☠Demons hate child abusers.

☠Destructive magick "thins the veil", furthering the alchemical refinement of our universe.

☠Love and lust are very magickally powerful, and sexual interactions with a deity increase your energetic rapport with them.

☠Drawing one of the Goetic sigils is often enough to get the attention of the demon it's attributed to. The demon may even manifest while the sigil is being drawn. Simply looking at any given sigil can make the sigil more powerful permanently. It is even possible to subconsciously activate a sigil by looking at it- this is not a bad thing, nor does it mean that you're being vampyrized by whoever designed the sigil.

☠Some demons think less of you when you think less of yourself. If this becomes a problem with a spirit, tell them you're trying to fix whatever problems you have and ask for assistance.

☠Force yourself to be confident about the effects of a rite during, before, and after its performance.

☠If a particular spirit fills you with intrigue and/or excitement, this means they want to interact with you.

☠When a spirit manifests to give you instructions or warnings, the advice is often as simple as, "do this". "Pay more attention to your surroundings". "Don't trust this person". If a demon tella you things like this, the advice is often necessary for your well-being in your immediate situation. If you plan on doing a rite in the next couple hours and a spirit suddenly tells you to do it at 10:30 specifically, you might find that this is necessary to avoid a grave intrusion.

☠Unless you specifically expect a demon to adhere to its recorded appearance, it will often assume a form hither to unrecorded, even to the extent of changing genders.

☠Even spirits renowned to be the most harsh, demanding, cruel etc. often turn out to have a kinder side.

☠You should only offer your blood to the most important spirits in your path- always seek the guidance of your matron/patron and/or higher self before you offer your blood to a nre spirit. Once you offered blood to a spirit, they are always with you, and their ability to influence you increases. This does not mean that they will take control of you at some point the way people infer. Any amount of blood offered is sufficient to create this connection, and offering more blood later will not strengthen the connection.

☠Cemeteries are great places for demon magick- just don't use them without guidance.

☠Do not think demons are limited to their recorded ranks and attributions.

☠The more you work with, pray to, meditate on, and research an entity, the stronger your energetic rapport with them grows. Generally speaking, when you are thinking of a demon, it is thinking of you.

☠The idea of historical facts is a relatively new invention. Mythical stories often served to contain truth instead of fact. Imagine that a given mythological figure is recorded to have given his last piece of food to a stranger. Such a story would most likely not be intended to relate a specific and factual historical event. Instead, such a story might just serve to convey the mythological figure's generosity.

[cosmica-galaxy]

So this ask from a while ago...

What would the Matriarchs', the Elites' and/or the Veteran's reactions be?

-- PART 1 -- Survei and the human were supposed to be sent on a mission to dispatch something simple, but it became quickly complicated. Skibidis ambushed them and they found themselves being quickly overwhelmed by their sheer numbers, but suddenly, something behind her lets out a terrifying roar. She turns, expecting a skibidi, but only finds a large draconian reptile in the place where the human was just moments ago. She is frozen as the beast begins to tear into the onslaught of skibidis with teeth, claws, fangs, tail, and fire. Throwing them around like ragdolls and dispatching them with ease. She could only stare transfixed on what she was witnessing. Once only ash and disfigured toilet units litter the battlefield did the giant beast suddenly shrink...back into the human. She can only shakily give two thumbs up. . Speaker Woman and the human were amidst a sudden skibidi ambush. Despite her skill, the woman was getting overwhelmed and worried for her human companion. However, the moment she took a bullet to the arm, a loud roar rings out from behind her. She can only turn in shock to see a large reptilian beast towering over them all with a look of pure rage and the human was nowhere in sight. The Skibidis then were beginning to get slaughtered in droves. With bites, slams of their tail and feet, and waves of fire breath--the adversaries fall. The Speaker Woman can only stare in awe as the dragon dispatches their enemies. Then, once the deed was done, the dragon suddenly morphs...back into the human. She can't help but clap in approval. . The TV woman was feeling the pinch of the ambush and was thinking about teleporting the human and her out of here, as the human was far more at risk than she was...or so she thought. Right before her very screen, the human's form melts away and out emerges a large reptile with armor, fangs, claws, and a glowing mouth. It intimidated her, no doubt, but in that moment--hell was unleashed upon the Skibidis. They were incinerated, crushed, thrown, and bitten into multiple parts. The TV woman just watches the carnage in interest as the human-turn-dragon levels the opposition. Once all that remained was a burning battlefield, the human returns to her side, to which she can only give them a nod of approval. Interesting...and exciting! . The Brave Bros were escorting the human to their brief destination when they were suddenly swept up in an ambush. The two, despite their skills and elite training, were getting overwhelmed. They wanted to protect the human from the skibidis...but it seems the situation quickly turned. Suddenly, from behind the pair, a large roar rings out. They turn, expecting a large skibidi, but both were shocked to meet the large form of a angry dragon that glared at the skibidis with hatred. Then, it steps harmlessly over the two before ripping into the Skibidis without mercy. It's armor clashing with saws and bullets with no damage, it's weapons unsheathed and leveling the enemy in droves. The two can only watch transfixed on the massacre before them in awe. Once the battle is over and all that remains were corpses, color them both surprised when the beast melts away and the human emerges. The pair can barely comprehend what they just witnessed, the human can do that?!

[ancientofnights]

Self forgiveness is a white clothes which conceal the light of death: for there’s no death. All our sorrowful feelings and longing for those who have passed is about chasing our reflection and a memory of the past.

And all our guilt and shame and remorse is not even a memory of experience but a reflection of mind.

This wording used in the Book of Revelation particularly reminds a perceptive reader of the Egyptian Book of the Dead spells where identity of an individual disposal of unwanted traits happens by denying that certain deeds which is considered wrong by the gods are no longer a part of it.

A lot of what deals with personality is mostly about conscience as conscience is shared conscious. And so dirt on clothes is metaphorically understood as a feeling of longing for bodily life, chasing experiences associated with death when self thinks one is moving in the opposite direction.

Does it mean that anyone has to rely on the future as hope viewing this time as an Age of Wickedness?

According to the Zoroastrian faith, world creation cycle is about to last for the Three Times. And we are currently in the middle phase of mixture till the last, rather viewed today by many as alchemical stage of separation or bettering or crystallization.

This Chess period when different forces at play, through lens of Judaic interpretations attained a rather overgeneralized view when the light is fighting with darkness. Nevertheless, to look on the future age as a heavenly abode where all our hopes are satisfied would be mistaken.

Friedrich Nietzsche interpreted this doctrine as a three transformations whereas the first state of mind is of camel in the desert changing itself into draconian, the second is of lion, and the final state is when our mind is clear as in a perception of innocent child.

There are many allusions within these comparisons as to where was a collective conscious relatively throughout the ages in the smaller scales till recent period of time when it comes to perception of money since French revolution and it leaves us a question are there any ties in a such old events in history with how the world changes today and does things like inflation or deflation serves as an influential forces on the future events or at least in case one is about to find out cause of some present and yet not forgotten thus far.

[shiratamako]

Dull Blade, Keen Edge Chapter 2: His Heart's Desire Ilberd/WoL, Haurchefant/WoL

There was scarcely time to rest even after the report to Alphinaud. A new development within the Crystal Braves being ambushed by Garlean forces occurred in Shira’s absence. After infiltrating Castrum Centri and causing a diversion, scarcely after returning to the Rising Stones, there was still more work to be done: her presence was requested by an Ishgardian dignitary. 

Ilberd’s small manner of thanks for rescuing Resh stoked Shira’s stamina for these seemingly unending tasks, though his mild praise was not enough to sustain her in the long term. If anything, perhaps entreating Ser Aymeric would at least afford some kind of reprieve from fighting. Even with Alphinaud’s reasoning, Shira was still uncertain.

“If my many ‘adventures’ in diplomacy have taught me anything, it is the importance of humouring those who have something one wants.” Alphinaud petitioned his case to Shira after the briefing, his youthful, rosy face still at odds with his impassioned speech. “Not every victory is won on a battlefield, my friend. 'Tis the lot of legendary heroes to be paraded about from time to time.”

She frowned, shifting her weight and balance as she placed a hand on her hip. “Is this truly wise, Alphinaud? If this dignitary and lord commander is from Ishgard, would he not think I look… heretical?”

Shira touched a pointed edge of her fin-like horn, reminding Alphinaud that apart from the isolationist attitudes of Ishgard, her scales covering her body and her reptilian tail evoked images of their draconian enemy. 

“You can be assured that your deeds and reputation as a hero take precedence above all. As stated, Ser Aymeric expressly requested for you. No doubt he has heard of your accomplishments.”

She sighed, finding no good rebuttal. It seemed Alphinaud knew more of this dignitary than Shira did, so she would have to take his word for it. “Is there anything that I should do to prepare?”

“Allow me to handle the diplomatic affairs,” Alphinaud said with jejune confidence. “Humour Ser Aymeric if need be – though if all goes well, you likely would remain silent for the majority of the discussion. Only your presence should be required.”

She left it at that. Alphinaud was four summers younger than her, though there was no doubt that he was far more well-studied and ready for diplomacy.

The two of them immediately set a route to Coerthas as soon as she made the necessary preparations. Passing by the Skyfire Locks, the road to Camp Dragonhead was fraught with some anxiety over the dignitary and seeing Haurchefant again. There was no comfort gained when saw the crystalline glow of the orbiting aetheryte as they entered the stony barricade of the encampment. Ilberd’s words, his description of Haurchefant leering at her, was an unwelcome thorn to throw caution to her friendship with the generous Elezen. 

In all other circumstances, Shira would have looked forward to seeing Haurchefant, even if he stated he felt no hard loss over her rejection of courtship. When Haurchefant greeted her so heartily again, she could only give a gentle smile.

“Ah, Shira! Ever a welcome sight!” Haurchefaunt rose from his seat to greet her. “Our hearths have been stoked to blazing in preparation for your arrival. It would not do for such a distinguished personage to catch cold whilst enjoying our hospitality.”

Alphinaud trailed behind, walking around the large table to reach the desk. Haurchefant’s greeting to the young Commander was not nearly as spirited as his greeting to Shira. After some discussion of the events to come, Haurchefant granted the promise of a small reprieve. Even if Alphinaud wished to proceed to the intercessory forthwith, Shira wished to stay for a moment.

“A moment, Haurchefant? I would like to warm myself by the hearth. It won’t be long, Alphinaud. I’ll join you in the intercessory.”

Her gaze focused on Haurchefant, before turning to Alphinaud. The commander of the Crystal Braves understood the intent of the message and nodded, leaving Shira and Haurchefant in private. He gave her a warm, comforting shadow of a smile as they made their way to the hearth, pulling up two chairs to indulge in the heat and crackle of a cosy fire.

“Is something troubling you, my friend? I am open to hearing what ails you.” 

“Haurchefant, am I — truly so remarkable of a person?” Her voice was quiet. There were still knights in the room with them, even if they were positioned further away. 

“Why, you are a veritable hero. Feller of Primals, Warrior of Light – when did you ever begin to doubt yourself?” Haurchefant responded with incredible zeal. His belief in Shira was undoubtedly stronger than hers. She had to pause to think of a comparison: the reason why being labelled as the Warrior of Light felt so disingenuous to her.

“These tales have spun out of control, more so than any tall tales spoken by fishers.” Fishing was the only analogy she could think of. The stories of the Mazlaya Marlin came to mind. “In truth, I would not accomplish these things without the help and support of the Scions and our allies.”

He nodded at the mention of fishermen’s tall tales. Shira did tell him the story of the Mazlaya Marlin — to Haurchefant, this was not the same.

“Even with the support of many, ‘tis no effortless task to slay primals. It is no tall tale; there are no falsehoods about who you are. You are a paragon of hope, your very presence is inspiring to all. And that is why…”

He caught himself before he bared his feelings to her again. Shira’s hands were clasped tight, looking shyly at Haurchefant. A memory both crossed their minds – of what he said in the low candlelight as they sat across from each other.

“Forgive me. I did not forget your answer that night,” he smiled at her, his voice still gentle and fond of the person before him. “In truth, I care for you deeply, Shira. I understand how it is to be thrust into a position you did not ask for. How it is to be adored but alone.”

“Haurchefant…” She spoke his name with guilt. He told little of his life, save that his father and two brothers were in Ishgard. The image of Haurchefant isolated in Camp Dragonhead painted a bleak portrait of him. His bright exuberance and friendliness started to become tinged with a hint of sadness.

He rose from his seat, beaming with reassuring gentleness.

“Should we walk to the intercessory? We shan’t keep Ser Aymeric and Alphinaud waiting much longer.”

The cold air contrasted against warm skin, feeling the sting of frigid air that entered her lungs, making their exhaled breaths as white clouds. There were no others on their path to the intercessory. Haurchefant walked beside her. The snow fell on their clothes and hair, frail and gentle as it melted against exposed skin. He spoke, turning a warm gaze to Shira. 

“You need not feel sorry for me. I only wished to be forthcoming about how I felt towards you. My admiration changes not, regardless of your decision.”

Her cheeks and nose were already cold-bitten from the chill of the air, hiding the warm glow suffused from her blush. Haurchefant’s hair always obscured his eyes, though she could tell that he was still serious, even with his jovial and earnest tone. Shira was reminded of the texts she read on etiquette and customs in Ishgard, remembering passages on the rituals of courtly love and its myriad forms in both fiction and fact. She couldn’t resist her laughter, trying her best to subdue her giggles.

“Shira?” At first, Haurchefant was concerned that he had misspoken.

“Sorry, it’s just — very knightly,” She covered her smile with her hand. There was still the gleam of her longer canine fangs against the softness of her lips, and Haurchefant found his heart smitten by the spell of her, all over again. He could barely remember the pain of being spurned.

She was still uncertain about the idea of being loved. It frightened her, more so than marching into trials that could have ended in her death. She had never thought that far ahead for her future, plagued with the uncertainty if she ever truly loved someone. Even with the budding affection she felt for the captain of the Crystal Braves, she knew that nothing would come of it. Those insubstantial feelings would soon pass; a frail crush that was vague and unhopeful upon its inception. There were more constant and worrying things to devote her attention to. 

Before they turned the corner to find the intercessory, Haurchefant put a reassuring hand on her shoulder, the leather gloves he wore as armour, weathered and warm even through her silken clothes. If anything, he wanted to cherish the image of her happiness and dispel her doubts.

“Carry yourself with pride, my friend. You are deserving of the title of hero.”  

[namig42]

I've got the next part of Gardon's Lair written, but I still have to edit and polish it so that it feels just right. In the mean time, here are

Some Parallels between Sahed and Gardon That I Think Are Very Interesting

For context: Gardon is a red dragon who found himself inspired by a gold dragon named Agas to be good and fight his chaotic evil nature. He was successful for a while, becoming a protector of humans until he was cursed with dark magic that infected him. Not only was his magic tainted, but he also found himself being intensely compelled to do horrible, evil deeds. He's found a few ways to alleviate the intensity of these compulsions, but his methods all involve hurting and using others, so he is very conflicted and has a great deal of self loathing. No matter what he does, people are hurt and it's always his fault.

Meanwhile, Sahed is a gold dragonborn who should naturally be lawful good, but is an aurak draconian - an evil dragonborn - that was created with dark, hellish magic. He is similarly cursed in a way, though unlike Gardon, he embraces this evil nature of his and relishes in it, using his magic and the assumptions of others to his advantage to gain more and more power and knowledge.

Anyways, here are some interesting dynamics I see between their characters!

Sahed accepts his nature completely, where Gardon rejects his and suffers even more for it.

Sahed should be good and loyal by nature, but the dark magic in him makes him evil, which he embraces wholeheartedly. Gardon should be chaotic evil by nature, but wants to be good. The dark magic in him forces him back into his expected role, and so he accepts the idea of evil out of reluctance and submission rather than choice.

Sahed craves power and dominance, where Gardon craves honor and dignity. Both have a desire, but only one of them can achieve their goal since Sahed embraces what he is, where Gardon cannot.

The idea of accepting yourself leading to a greater power, even if accepting yourself is a morally bad thing to do, is something I think gets explored really well between these two, and I just think it's so neat.

[mostlysignssomeportents]

This day in history

There are only four more days left in my Kickstarter for the audiobook of The Bezzle, the sequel to Red Team Blues, narrated by @wilwheaton! You can pre-order the audiobook and ebook, DRM free, as well as the hardcover, signed or unsigned. There's also bundles with Red Team Blues in ebook, audio or paperback.

#20yrsago Your customers don’t want DRM, part MMMCCXI https://www.wired.com/2004/01/stores-nix-disposable-flicks/

#20yrsago Jason Schultz on American Blind versus Google https://lawgeek.typepad.com/lawgeek/

#20yrsago BugMeNot: circumvent annoying registration https://bugmenot.com

#20yrsago Hundreds of BBCers protest director’s resignation http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/entertainment/3442825.stm

#20yrsago Marxist fairy tales https://web.archive.org/web/20040420002251/http://www.ssc.wisc.edu/~wright/Audiopage.html

#15yrsago Bruce Sterling on our global psychosis, ca. 2009 https://web.archive.org/web/20090201010959/http://www.seedmagazine.com/news/2009/01/2009_will_be_a_year_of_panic.php

#15yrsago Digital Britain report proposes to save Britain’s future by destroying the Internet https://www.openrightsgroup.org/blog/digital-britain-leaving-consumers-out-of-the-picture/

#15yrsago UK fingerprints foreign six-year-old children at the border https://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2009/jan/29/eu-idcards

#10yrsago Not just Environment and Health: Canadian government attacks libraries from 12 ministries https://web.archive.org/web/20140303074337/www.desmog.ca/2014/01/27/loss-librarians-devastating-science-and-knowledge-canada

#10yrsago Republican Congressman threatens to kill reporter after State of the Union https://www.dailykos.com/stories/2014/01/29/1273288/-GOP-Congressman-Threatens-to-Kill-Report-After-SOTU

#10yrsago Network Solutions not sure if it will opt random customers into $1,850 “domain protection” plan https://www.techdirt.com/2014/01/28/network-solutions-tries-to-auto-enroll-users-into-its-1850year-domain-protection-plan/

#10yrsago Writers Guild of America tells US government that copyright shouldn’t trump free expression https://torrentfreak.com/hollywood-writers-warn-against-draconian-anti-piracy-measures-140127/

#10yrsago Top lawyer finds GCHQ spying is illegal & UK spies who help US drone strike may be accessories to murder https://www.theguardian.com/uk-news/2014/jan/28/gchq-mass-surveillance-spying-law-lawyer

#10yrsago Extorted out of a one-character Twitter ID by a hacker who seized control of Godaddy domains https://medium.com/@N/how-i-lost-my-50-000-twitter-username-24eb09e026dd

#5yrsago Undercover who targeted Citizen Lab over Israeli cyber-arms dealer is an ex-Israeli spook linked to black ops firm used by Harvey Weinstein https://www.nytimes.com/2019/01/28/world/black-cube-nso-citizen-lab-intelligence.html

#5yrsago Major vulnerability in 5G means that anyone with $500 worth of gear can spy on a wide area’s mobile activity https://www.eff.org/deeplinks/2019/01/5g-protocol-may-still-be-vulnerable-imsi-catchers

#5yrsago Citing terms of service and “bad actors,” Facebook locks out tools that catalog ads and ad targeting https://www.propublica.org/article/facebook-blocks-ad-transparency-tools

#5yrsago A 70% tax on income over $10m is designed to correct inequality, not raise revenue https://www.commondreams.org/views/2019/01/28/alexandria-ocasio-cortezs-70-percent-tax-rich-isnt-about-revenue-its-about

#5yrsago Words, but not deeds: the Democrats as climate-deniers https://jacobin.com/2019/01/climate-change-2020-democrats-green-new-deal

#5yrsago The EU’s plan for algorithmic copyright filters is looking more and more unlikely https://memex.craphound.com/2019/01/29/the-eus-plan-for-algorithmic-copyright-filters-is-looking-more-and-more-unlikely/

#1yrago “Conversational” AI Is Really Bad At Conversations https://pluralistic.net/2023/01/29/conversational-ai-is-really-bad-at-conversations/

Berliners: Otherland has added a second date (Jan 28 - TOMORROW!) for my book-talk after the first one sold out - book now!

Back the Kickstarter for the audiobook of The Bezzle here!

[scotttrismegistus7]

THE THRONE WORLD OF ISIS: NUMMO GENIUS: THE GREAT LADY OF PURE WATER

KEMET AND THE LORD OF THE PERFECT BLACK

HERE'S SOME INFORMATION FOR PEOPLE THAT WILL ALLOW THEM TO CONNECT THE DOTS IN SO FAR AS A LOT OF THE THINGS I SAY ABOUT THE DIVINE FEMININE BLACK SUN AND THE NUMMO SERPENTINE WATER SPIRITS, AND EVEN THE BLACK HOLE AT THE CENTER OF THE MILKY WAY GALAXY, AND HOW THAT RELATES TO DIGITARIA SIRIUS-B AND DRACO.

THE DIVINE FEMININE OCTAVE OF CREATION, TIME TIME SPACE, IPEP-IPY, APEP, SET, DRACO, ISIS MOTHER OF OSIRIS.

WHAT DO HIPPOS AND CROCODILES HAVE IN COMMON? THEY BOTH CAN BE SEEN ON THE SURFACE, YET AT THE SAME TIME CAN DESCEND INTO THE WATER, AS SET HAS BEEN CITED AS DOING MANY TIMES. THE DARK MATTER OCEAN, THE OCEAN OF DREAMS AND OF THE HEART, THE QUANTUM UNIFIED FIELD OF PURE POTENTIALITY THAT IS AN OCEAN.

THE MAYAN SHAMANS SAY THAT REALITY COMES IN DIMENSIONAL LAYERS LIKE AN ONION. IT'S THE SAME CONCEPT OF THE SEVEN SUNS, ACCEPT THE HOME PLANET AND SUN OF THE NUMMO GENIUS IS THE EIGHTH SUN, ALL SEVEN OF THE OTHER SUNS AS ONE, THE TRUE ALPHA AND OMEGA, THE TRUE BEGINNING AND THE END, THE DIVINE FEMININE BLACK SUN, THE COSMIC EGG OF THE GODDESS (AMMA) IN THE DIVINE WOMB OF CREATION, NOTICE THE VASE-PITCHER OF WATER HELD BY TAWERET, DOES THAT REMIND YOU OF THE IMAGE ASSOCIATED WITH THE SIGN OF AQUARIUS?

REMEMBER IN THE STORY OF OGO IN DOGON LEGEND HOW BECAUSE OF OGO'S EVIL DEEDS HE ENDED UP WITHOUT THE SPIRITUAL ELEMENT OF WATER?

THEN DO YOU REMEMBER HOW PHARAOH AKHENATEN WAS LIKENED TO HORUS-MARDUK, THE HORUS THAT CUT THE HEAD OFF OF ISIS, THE SAME EVENT AS CUTTING THE HEAD OFF OF APEP?

THEN DO YOU REMEMBER HOW AKHENATEN TURNED AGAINST THE ANCIENT ONES AND THE OLD DIVINE FEMININE DEITIES OF KEMET, WENT COMPLETELY INSANE AND DECLARED HIMSELF IN HIS BODY ALONE TO BE GOD, JUST LIKE HOW HORUS-MARDUK BECAME THE REAL EGYPTIAN ANTI, ANTI-KIRIST, BECAUSE HE CUT THE HEAD OFF OF HIS MOTHER ISIS?

AND DID YOU KNOW THAT THE DEITIES THAT AKHENATEN SOUGHT TO SUPPRESS AND WRITE OUT OF HISTORY WERE ALL DIVINE FEMININE DEITIES, AKA THE NUMMO, WHO WERE RESPONSIBLE FOR PROTECTING WOMEN, BABIES, AND YOUNG CHILDREN? ANOTHER ASSOCIATION BEING OANES PUTTING A STOP TO CANNIBALISM.

THEN DO YOU SEE HOW IN AKHENATEN'S SLANDER CAMPAIGN AGAINST THE DIVINE FEMININE, AFTER HE CUT THE HEAD OFF OF ISIS AND BEGAN TO SUPPRESS AND ATTACK WOMEN AND CHILDREN, HOW HE TRIED TO REWRITE HISTORY BY SAYING THAT LILITH AND LAMASHTU INSTEAD OF BEING THE PROTECTORS OF WOMEN AND CHILDREN THAT THEY WERE, WERE MADE OUT TO BE DEITIES THAT WOULD ATTACK THOSE WHOM IN ACTUALITY THEY PROTECT?

THE DRACONIAN DRAGONS, THE NUMMO, THE REPTILIANS, THE SERPENT HEADED PEOPLE, THE MINOAN GENIUS (JINN), THE ANCIENT ONES, ALL OF THESE BEINGS ARE OF THE DIVINE FEMININE OCTAVE OF CREATION AND EXIST IN THE DIMENSION OF THE LORD OF THE PERFECT BLACK WHICH IS THE THRONE WORLD OF ISHTAR ISIS, THE DIVINE FEMININE BLACK SUN COSMIC EGG IN THE DIVINE WOMB OF CREATION.

IPY, TAWERET, AND THE MINOAN GENIUS WITH THE WRITINGS AND STORIES THAT GO ALONG WITH THEM, ALL ARE HISTORICAL DOCUMENTATION AND PROOF OF A LOT OF THE THINGS THAT I TALK ABOUT. I HAVE BEEN CALLED AS A CHAMPION TO DEFEND THE DIVINE FEMININE WORLD. THE PATRIARCHY IS EVIL. THEY ARE THE OUT OF BALANCE JACKALS, ALL MALE WITH NO SPIRITUAL ELEMENT OF WATER, AND NO CONNECTION TO NATURE, AND THEIR WORLD IS THE WHITE SUN, THE CHRESTOS OUTER SUN, THE ONE AKHENATEN LIKED SO MUCH AND CALLED ATEN.

THERE WAS NO SLAVERY IN EGYPT UP UNTIL THE REIGN OF PHARAOH AKHENATEN. DO YOU STILL HAVE ANY DOUBTS ABOUT HOW EVIL HE WAS? HE WASN'T TRYING TO HELP THE HUMAN RACE BY UNITING THEM UNDER ONE GOD, HE WAS TRYING TO SUPPRESS THE ENTIRE DIVINE FEMININE WORLD, SO THAT HE COULD ENSLAVE EVERYBODY BECAUSE HE DIDN'T WANT TO FOLLOW THE WAYS OF HIS MOTHER ISIS, THE GREAT MOTHER ISIS, IPY, THE NUMMO JINN. THE WAY OF ATEN IS THE WAY OF PERVERSITY IN THAT INSTEAD OF WORKING IN HARMONY WITH NATURE IT WOULD SEEK TO CONQUER AND/OR DESTROY IT.

AKHENATEN AND HIS EVIL WHITE SUN DEITY ATEN ARE ABSOLUTELY PURE EVIL. AKHENATEN AND HIS VIZIER RAMOSE ARE THE ONES RESPONSIBLE FOR ALL THE MODERN ABRAHAMIC RELIGIONS BY REBELLING AGAINST THE GREAT MOTHER AND THE DIVINE FEMININE WORLD, AND ALL WHO SIDE WITH THE PATRIARCHY WILL BE LEFT WITHOUT THE SPIRITUAL ELEMENT OF WATER, TO BURN IN OGOS INFERNO, WHICH IS ALREADY INSTITUTED.

PART OF MY WORK AS THE VOICE OF THE DIVINE FEMININE WORLD OF THE BLACK SUN IS TO LET EVERYBODY KNOW THAT TIME IS SHORT FOR ANYONE WHO WANTS TO MAKE THE JUMP TO THE DIVINE FEMININE DIMENSIONS OF EXISTENCE. WITH ME BRINGING THE FULL SPECTRUM OF MASCULINE DIVINITY INTO THE DIVINE FEMININE REALM, THE THRONE WORLD OF ISIS HAS THE COMPLETE SPECTRUM OF FREQUENCIES, AND HAS NO MORE NEED TO PUT UP WITH BEING ABUSED AND SUPPRESSED BY THE PATRIARCHY, THUS THE DIMENSIONS AND TIMELINES WILL COMPLETELY SPLIT, THE PATRIARCHY AND ALL THOSE WHO FOLLOW THEM WILL BE COMPLETELY LOCKED OUT OF THE SPIRIT WORLD SO THEY DO NOT HAVE THE ELEMENT OF WATER, THUS THEY WILL SUFFER AND BURN UNTIL THEY ARE NO MORE IN THE LIGHT INFERNO OF THEIR EVIL OUT OF BALANCE WHITE SUN ATEN, THAT IS REALLY JUST A SYMBOL OF AN EVIL PHARAOH WHO CUT THE HEAD OFF OF HIS MOTHER SO THAT HE COULD TRY AND ENSLAVE EVERYBODY BECAUSE HE DIDN'T WANT TO FOLLOW THE WAYS OF THE NATURAL WORLD, THE WAYS OF THE DIVINE FEMININE NUMMO GENIUS JINN.

I PROVIDED PLENTY OF LINKS FOR ANYBODY WHO WANTS TO GET THE RESEARCH STARTED, BUT EVERYTHING I WRITE ABOUT HAS A BASIS IN HISTORICAL REALITY, REGARDLESS OF WHETHER I PUT IT IN STORY FORM OR NOT, AND EVEN THOUGH IT DOES SOUND QUITE FANTASTIC TOO MANY, I ASSURE YOU THAT THE REALITY AND TRUTH UNDERLYING ALL OF IT IS QUITE REAL.

HOW DO I KNOW ALL THIS YOU ASK? I'VE SAID IT OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN, I AM A HUMAN MAN THAT IS MARRIED TO A GODDESS JINN, AND SHE TELLS ME MANY THINGS.

https://www.faculty.umb.edu/gary_zabel/Courses/Phil%20281b/Philosophy%20of%20Magic/Arcana/Ancient/taweret.html

https://www.touregypt.net/featurestories/opet.htm

https://www.pfcommunity.org.uk/family-deities-ipy/

https://www.touregypt.net/featurestories/taweret.htm

UNTIL NEXT TIME MY LOVELIES, KEEP DARING THE DREAM! YOU CAN FIND ME IN THE QUANTUM HEART SEA OF DREAMS IN MY SERPENTINE WATER SPIRIT NUMMO FROM MAKING WAVES!

LONG LIVE THE DIVINE FEMININE EMPIRE OF THE BLACK SUN AND THE COSMIC EGG OF THE GODDESS, LONG LIVE DIVINE CHRONOS, AND LONG LIVE THE DIVINE FEMININE EMPIRE OF THE BLACK SUN AND ALL THE INHABITANTS THEREOF!

BLESSED BE!

~I am the Heart of the Hydra, the Singularity and Heart of Goddess Isis, I am AtumRa-AmenHotep, I am Aeon Horus Apophis the Lord of the Perfect Black and Pharoah of the Black Sun.

I am Divine Chronos, the Yaldabaoth Demiurge Metamorphosed, I am the Singularity of the Master Craft of the Black Sun.

Azazil-Iblis-Maymon, Abzu-Osiris-Typhon-Set-Kukulkan, Nummo-Naga-Chitauri,

Mégisti-Generator Starphire~

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[ravenloftian]

Strahd von Zarovich: Hero or Despot?

In the wake of a harrowing conflict that engulfed the realm, a sense of relief swept through the land of Barovia. The victorious culmination of the war with the Tergs marked a turning point for the kingdom, yet it seems that victory has come at a steep and mysterious cost. Like a haunting melody, whispers of a curse now permeates the air, leaving the once-proud land cast in a pall of uncertainty and dread.

At the heart of this enigma stands Prince Strahd von Zarovich, a figure of both renown and intrigue. His valor and leadership during the tumultuous days of battle had earned him the title of a liberator, a beacon of hope that guided Barovia through the darkest of times. The tides of fate, however, bestowed upon Strahd not only triumph but a fateful curse, a prophecy whispered by the defeated Terg Goblyn King himself.

"You will rule in darkness, unloved, reviled, and alone!"

As the echoes of war subsided and the land sighed in relief, a transformation of unparalleled proportions began to unfurl. The very fabric of reality seemed to unravel, allowing the mists of time and malevolence to shroud the once-glorious Barovia. The thickened veil between the mortal realm and the realm of nightmares grew porous, permitting the tendrils of evil and dread to slither into the very heart of the land.

Like ethereal phantoms, whispers began to intertwine with the fabric of everyday life. From the humblest of cottages to the opulent halls of court, tales of Strahd's fate wove an intricate tapestry of speculation and intrigue. Some spoke of a sinister pact, an unholy alliance between Strahd and an otherworldly fiend. This association was said to herald the dawn of an era steeped in shadow and malevolence.

Others, their voices trembling with uncertainty, shared the haunting tale of a once-celebrated wedding turned into a tableau of unspeakable horror. The joyous occasion, meant to unite hearts and usher in an era of unity, instead spiraled into a blood-soaked nightmare. Strahd's own family members, his brother, his bride, and the very guests who had gathered to partake in the festivities, all found themselves swallowed by tragedy.

Amidst these whispers of doom, one name cast a lingering pall over the realm—Leo Dilisnya. Accusations and insinuations abounded, painting a grim picture of assassins who orchestrated the wedding tragedy, plunging Barovia into a maelstrom of chaos and despair. The weight of their actions, whether fact or fiction, hung heavy upon the land, leaving seeds of doubt and mistrust in its wake.

Yet, despite the shroud of mystery and darkness, Strahd's past glimmers with valor and heroism. His role in repelling the Terg invasion cannot be denied; his deeds are immortalized in the annals of history. However, a darker chapter has emerged, where draconian policies loom. Rumors of stiff taxation upon churches and dissenters cast a shadow upon his legacy, painting a complex portrait of a ruler balancing on the precipice of both reverence and fear.

As the land of Barovia grapples with its newfound reality, the tale of Strahd von Zarovich continues to unfurl—a narrative of shadows and transformation, power, and despair. The nature of the curse that clings to him like a relentless specter remains veiled, shrouded in the mists that now envelop the realm.

In this land of enigma and intrigue, where rumors weave a tapestry of uncertainty, only the brave and the bold dare to venture forth. As Barovia stands at the crossroads of light and shadow, the future remains uncertain, beckoning to those willing to unveil the truth beneath the surface—a fact that may hold the key to the salvation of a realm ensnared in the clutches of darkness.

[silent-observer-404]

New Muse: Arteus, the Dragon/Kobold!

Name: Arteus

Physical Description: In his current form Arteus has copper skin with dark navy blue scales and smokey black horns and claws. Arteus has a rather muscular build for a kobold and stands at a surprising four feet five inches. Thanks to some assistance from various wizards and clerics, Arteus has regained his physical draconian strength, his vast draconian magic, and a pair of ethereal wings that mimic his old dragon pair. His tail remained much the same, just shrunken down to accommodate his new body. His once deep sapphire blue eyes have been changed to a more faded cobalt blue. Lastly, he did manage to up-size his 'equipment' to a more comfortable girth and length. However, due to his smaller Kobold form Arteus often finds it difficult to control his strength and magical might. Plus his new body has trouble handling normal levels of horniness. Often he's left dazed, overwhelmed, and if left unassisted will drive him into such an aroused state that he will claim anyone unlucky enough to come across the horny kobold.

Personality: Whether a Kobold or a Dragon, Arteus is a kind and helpful being that is always willing to lend a helping claw, fireball, or calming words when requested. He loves to show off his strength and magical abilities to strangers and friends alike. Arteus will never back down from a challenge or adventure, regardless of potential dangers or less than favorable outcomes. As a dragon he was known for having a vast amounts of patience that for the most part has transferred over to his Kobold body. However, Arteus can get very irritated very quickly if someone were to refer to him as a 'Kobold' in an insulting manner, or if someone continues an act of injustice while not taking Arteus's warning seriously. Despite his well mannered and friendly disposition, Arteus has one crippling weakness; a good looking maiden with a loose set of morals. Also, touching on the crazed horny state mentioned perviously, Arteus is deeply ashamed of this weakness and goes to great lengths to hide himself away when he gets that riled up. However, if he were to find pleasurable company that agreed to assist him Arteus will repay them in anyway he can. (At least anyway that doesn't involve him becoming someones pet.)

Story: Arteus was once a proud and respected dragon that lived in a large cavern in a deep ancient forest. Scholars, royalty, mages, and adventures would come to him for advice or aid, bring treasures, gifts, and magical artifacts in exchange for his knowledge or his power. Having grown complacent and comfertable with the occasional visits, Arteus had assumed that his magical prowess and raw physical strength would keep any adversaries at bay. That and his reputation to always lend a helping claw had earned him many allies that have in the past moved to defend him from potential rivals or individuals with darker intentions. However, on one fateful night, the dragon was visited by a beautiful elven woman that asked if she could stay to wait out a coming storm. Never one to pass on an opportunity to impress a fair maiden, Arteus opened his draconic abode to the stranger. As the storm rolled overhead and Arteus was distracted with showing off his many treasures and boasting about his deed, the sorceress began to cast her spell. Before Arteus could react or even counter the magic, the dragon fell into a deep slumber. Upon awaking Arteus made a horrifying discovery: he had been transformed into the body of a Kobold! Rushing to a nearby Kingdom that he had aided on several occasions, the court mages and scholars spent weeks attempting to undo the curse. But despite their best efforts they could only undo some of the magic affecting Arteus. It seemed the only way he could undo the curse was for Arteus to go and find the sorceress who cast it. After going back to his lair to pack and gear up, Arteus said goodbye to the forest that he once called home, vowing to return only when he was a fully fledged dragon once again.

[odinsblog]

I really get heated when people finger wag those who have experienced something they obviously aren’t impacted by.

It’s such a false equivalence: “Your wishing ill on an evil person is exactly the same as being an evil person.”

I have been and will always keep it 💯 on here. I have occasionally wished for the death of a ton of racist old white men, but to my knowledge they're all still alive. My wishes haven’t killed anyone.

But let’s examine Mitch McConnell’s long career in politics. Let’s weigh all of the legislation he has passed, helped pass or the life saving legislation he’s blocked—let’s compare notes and see who has done more harm; my wishes or Mitch McConnell’s deeds and actions.

My thoughts, like them or not, have no power over anyone but me. But McConnell’s ACTIONS??? How many people have experienced real pain and suffering because of the regressive politics and draconian laws enacted by Mitch McConnell??

Krassenstein has reduced Mitch down to an "elderly man" with no power and no agency and no racist, hateful past. Top notch whitewashing, intentional or not.

This kind of finger wagging often comes from people (usually white people, sorry) who say things like, “hate breeds hate” and when they say that, what they are doing is conflating the hate of the oppressed with the hate of their oppressors. They are NOT the same, and any conflation of the two only helps the powerful and disempowers the downtrodden.

It's kind of like believing in "reverse" racism. Plenty of Black people are prejudiced against white people, but Black police officers don't go around disproportionately gunning down unarmed white people; the prejudices of Black people don't stop white people from having better access to better opportunities in housing and employment... why? Because, again, they are not the same. Black people's ill wishes on white people has no structural or material effect on the lives of white people in our society - the reverse is not true.

Insinuating that wishing death on an evil person is somehow "the same" as the evil that person has done is a juvenile, unsophisticated thing. I hate that kind of rhetoric. It doesn't make you look quite as good or as pious as you think, it just shows naivety and a grave lack of understanding.

I am and will always be a better person than Mitch McConnell and Republicans writ large, because I am not actively seeking to make people's lives worse.

LOL, no. I am not the bigger person. He has done some fiendishly evil shit. I hope he dies. Soon and painfully.

And no, I am not “becoming the thing I hate” nor am I “being just as bad as him” … are you fucking kidding me??

At a minimum, to be “as bad” as McConnell, I would have to spend the next 80yrs doing diabolically evil shit to needy people, so please miss me with that Pollyanna bullshit

So in conclusion,

😊

[cosmica-galaxy]

Coming back the the shapeshifter human again because my brain keeps thinking of scenarios!

The 'human' has hidden their ability for a while until one mission.

Thinking of a scenario where the human and some of the alliance is out on a low stakes mission (recon perhaps), but suddenly it soon becomes way too dangerous when a horde of Skibidies ambush them.

How would the main trio and the mimics react to the human suddenly becoming a massive dragon and goes on a rampage, laying waste to any Skibidi they lay their eyes on? Then after the massacre the dragon lets out a high-and-mighty victory roar, all Godzilla style.

Camron would stop processing everything at that moment. What was an easy mission easily became VERY dangerous and he was wondering if this was the end for him and his human companion. But then...THAT happened. The human is suddenly not human and is replaced with a large reptile that began to eviscerate the skibidis that ambushed them. There was roaring, stomping, and FIRE. Then, the silence that came afterward was deafening as Camron tries to process the event. The...THE HUMAN CAN DO THAT?!! DJ would be stunned beyond belief. Wrapped up in awe as he watches the human go from being so seemingly small and fragile to something so BIG AND MIGHTY. The way it tore through their adversaries was thrilling and stunning to watch. The large beast would breathe fire over the skibidis, smash them with their legs and tail, and rip some to pieces with their large maw filled with fangs. When the deed is done and the human changes themselves back to normal, DJ is unresponsive for a moment before playing "THAT WAS TOTALLY WICKED!!". Vee was concerned the moment the skibidi ambush revealed itself to them. But the moment he was about to teleport to the human to safety, they suddenly begin to change form...and it was awe inspiring to watch such a harmless being become something so monstrous. Armored, massive, and VERY angry...the beast attacks without mercy. Flames, teeth, and claws dispatch skibidis left and right. Ripping them asunder with ease. Vee finds himself unmoving and such...starstruck. It was unexpected...but so amazing. Once the effortless battle is over and the human is back to normal, Vee begins to question the human about those amazing abilities. Buddy could only watch as the human-alpha comes alive when the ambush revealed themselves to the mimics and the human. Buddy was expecting a battle...not a massacre! The human suddenly changed into a massive beast that made even Buddy get startled, before it lunges forth and begins to slaughter the skibidis. Buddy could only watch in lovestruck adoration as the human-beast rips them apart effortlessly and reduces many of the invaders to ash. They were wiped out in no time and Buddy didn't even wait for the human to return to their normal form before he rushed over and climbs up onto them. Getting close to their reptilian face and delivering a series of affectionate licks. Pal could sense the change in the air the moment his ears picked up on your body changing shape into something...massive. The mimic could only listen to the audio of the beast the human turned into roars aggressively and the skibidis that ambushed them start to fight in desperation. There were many sounds that littered the battlefield and Pal finds himself strangely frozen. The size of the human...the human could change forms?? Into such beasts?? Pal could only listen to the carnage as the human-turned-monster easily dispatches them. Pal finds himself respecting the human much more than he did before. Fiend would have his eyes grow into massive dinner plates the moment your form melts into such a strong and massive form. His mouth dangles open in awe as you let out such a loud roar in your draconian form and Fiend could only stare as you begin to level your opponents with ease. You could do this the WHOLE TIME?!! That's sick!!! So Fiend enjoys watching enemies burn to death, get crushed underfoot by a large foot or the swing of your mighty tail, or bitten into two pieces. It was such a sight to see the human reveal such a talent...and it only makes the mimic swoon even more for the human shapeshifter.

[the-corner-window]

Revelation

"What do you stand for?"

The "hero" slumped against the base of a statue, the wheeze of her labored panting audible across the room. She unfastened her crumpled armor and let it fall beside her broken sword as to keep from smothering. Her tunic from the collar down was stained with blood and sweat, rugged at the hems and seams from the hardships she'd endured along her travels, with many small tears in places that her cuirass couldn't cover. The royal sigil was engraved on the medallion hanging around her neck, no longer obscured by the now discarded breastplate.

"A people in need of a champion."

My eyes lingered on the medallion. The crest depicted a winged man with outstretched arms, one hand holding a sword with the blade pointing down while the other clasped the head of a serpent coiled up to his shoulder.

"A people with no heed for the folk of the land. Your ancestors came from distant shores to reap the yield of fields sown of sorrow, fertilized by the blood of Fae too naïve to be wary." I removed my helmet and traced the contour of my pointed ears, a distinction of my Faeborn ancestry. My fingers then came to rest at the base of my horns which further indicated my Draconian bloodline. These horns were prized among her people as trophies of conquest against the "daemons" of the new world. "Tell me Hero. When you gaze upon my visage do you see a monster? Does the taper of my ears mark me an atrocity?" "You seek to deny us a life of peace, your deeds are what mark you a monster, not your face."

"You claim that my deeds are of monstrous intent, yet all that I've done is defend my people. Your hunters encroach on our homes seeking to carve these horns from mothers and children and sell them to 'nobles'. There is hardly nobility in ordering slaughter. The wings of sprites are being plucked at the behest of alchemists with absent morals. What peace is there amidst the destruction they've wrought?"

As she struggled to stand upright her boots slid along the tile while her faulds clanked against the polished stone supporting her weight. The tile below her feet was besmirched by pooling blood as it trickled down her scorched greaves. She looked up from her buckling knees and attempted to cut me down with her glare since she lacked the strength to brandish a weapon. She twisted her face like a cornered beast as I approached her step by step.

"The oracles preach of your jealousy, that the savages of this land wish to bring us low with deceptions and beasts controlled by wild magicks."

"We haven't the means to control the creatures you speak of, magical or otherwise."

"I've seen villages where faeries walk alongside monsters."

"We show reverence to the creatures of our lands, and tend to them in ways not wholly apart from your shepherds and livestock. We have no more agency over the wilds than you. We've merely approached co-operation as opposed to domination. A lesson your leaders obviously have yet to reflect on."

Her eyes darted around the room looking for an escape, but her body lacked the energy to spring into action, and increasingly they flitted back toward mine, eventually coming into lock with my own unwavering gaze. Her shaky breaths still too shallow to allow her a moment of relief. I stopped my encroachment just a few strides away, leaving enough room between us to keep her from readily lashing out.

"You've been blinded by your loyalty to the word of deceivers that you don't even understand the symbol you wear."

"The winged figure is our God, in one hand wielding righteous fury as he shows dominion over the beasts of the land. I know the tenets the Oracles transcribe from the legacy of our forefathers by heart."

"Yet in their hubris they are ignorant of the true meaning in his bearing, for my people too have his mark in our lore. Though the I see over time your Oracles have omitted his horns."

"What are you-"

Her words came to a halt as my cloak flung backward, no longer obscuring my silhouette. Emerging from underneath heavy fabric come feathers the color of dark wine, spreading wide and unveiling my armor made of onyx serpent scales laid upon golden fur. The stripped tendril of an Everwillow carved in the form of the Great Winged Serpent coiled down my left arm with its head swallowing my palm as a bracer. When the realization of what she's witnessed washed over her face I couldn't help but smirk in amusement.

"We are not gods, but we are ancient."

[thehonorablekingerik-blog]

Draconian Deeds (Part II)

Part I

This fic went from a oneshot to a series quick! I don’t know how many parts this is going to be...but please enjoy and again; sorry for any errors.

Draconian Deeds is inspired by this post right here!

Summary: Erik is a powerful sorcerer who is using his abilities to resurrect the love of his life; she was taken from him by someone he trusted, dearly.

Themes/Genre: Supernatural (with occult themes), Drama with a bit of Smut.

During the last moon of Ashur…

Small multi-colored orbs like fireflies illuminated the massive gallery; weaving through the air like glitter, emitting a dreamlike ambience. Crystal statues, relics and artwork from all over the African diaspora occupied this lavish space. Large onyx columns adorned with exotic plants, embellished the corners. A pleasant aroma of essential oils filled the room. Melanated people of diverse complexions filled the room. Strong and graceful bodies danced, heads moved slowly as their hips swayed to the music that reverberated off the glossy walls. Some guests lounged, engaged in conversations, some smoked on exotic herbs forming a sultry haze in the air. Figures of the various sexes were entwined in eclectic sexual positions lost in bliss; their moans of ecstasy oozing from their plumps lips.

In the midst of it all, Erik relaxed on his vibranium craved throne, donned in nothing but a black silk robe. His beloved bride, Valencia sat firmly on his lap, her soft hand rubbing his chest, her head resting on his shoulder, her eyes closed as she enjoyed the buzz of the party taking place. Her figure was draped in a red lace robe. Erik massaged her thigh with one hand while the other tapped lazily on the arm of his throne.

“I’m bored.” He sighed. 

Valencia chuckled at his remake as she continued to relax.

Erik glanced around the room at all of his guests. The room was full of friends and supporters from both America and Wakanda. His eyes took in all the pleasures that occupied the vast space. A few servants walked through the crowd of people, carrying assorted glasses of liquor and stimulants. Erik spotted one servant near his throne and with the slightest flick of his finger, a glass quickly drifted towards him.

Taking the glass in his restless hand, he took a sip of the mysterious purple liquid. 

Valencia stirred from her light rest, opening her eyes, she adjusted herself in Erik’s lap, lightly stretching her nimble figure. Erik glanced at his lover as he lowered the glass from his lips. Valencia took the glass from his hand, briefly smelling its contents before taking a sip.

Erik smiled at her, something he always did in her presence. He was the light of his world, a treasure he would never let go.

Valencia lowered the glass from her lips as she looked around the room. Her eyes fell on a gorgeous couple who were in the middle of teasing each other. Erik followed her gaze, he smiled when he spotted what she was looking at.

“Like what you see?” he asked, playfulness in his tone.

Valencia bite her lip as she continued to look at the couple. Despite the arousal of many flooding the vast room, it did nothing to stir Erik. But, as he looked at his beloved and felt her arousal grow, his loins began to stir. Valencia felt Erik’s member stiffen under her round bottom. She turned to look at Erik, a lecherous smirk spread across his lips.

“What are you thinking about?” She asked.

“You.”

Valencia chuckled, a luminous smile danced across her face.

“I thought you were bored.” She said.

Erik licked his lips as his eyes went from hers to her plump lips.

“Not anymore.” Erik said as desire laced his voice. 

With the snap of his finger, the glass that was in Valencia’s hand left her grasp and appeared on an idle tray of a server.

Still stroking her thigh with one hand, he took the other and placed it around her neck, firmly. Valencia let out an involuntary breath as Erik took her lips into his.

The two lovers shared a long, slow, passionate kiss. Erik’s hand stopped caressing her thigh and made its way between her legs before finding her moist folds.

He began to fondle her.

Valencia felt Erik’s member jerk beneath her for a second time. Erik moaned as she bit down on juicy bottom lip. She broke the kiss, carefully moving away but not without igniting a spine-tingling spark of electricity between her lips and his.

Erik opened his eyes, slightly awaken from his lusty daze as he stopped playing with Valencia’s core.

“Trying to put on a show?” Valencia asked her bright brown eyes peering into his loving dark ones.

Erik removed his hand from her neck to touch his stinging lips. He loved the sensation.

“I’m always ready to show off what you can do, baby.” He said smiling.

“I want to go play with that couple over there.” Valencia said as she motioned her head toward the couple she spotted earlier.

Erik looked over at the couple who were now embracing each other.

“You know I’m down for whatever.”

Tonight, was clear; the endless stars shined bright in the dark sky. T’Challa looked out at skyline of his homeland from the comfort of his private office. The posh Wakandan office was spotless from top to bottom. The room was made entirely of white marble. Furniture laced with bits of vibranium occupied this space. As he turned from the large window, he was greeted by the faces of his sister Shuri and confidant W’Kabi.

“As you were saying, W’Kabi.” T’Challa said as he walked toward his desk.

Shuri was reclined in the lush office chair as much of her attention was on reading some information on her vibranium tablet.

“Support for you and your domain is quickly declining. We’ve tried all we could, but nothing has worked. People are getting restless.” W’Kabi said, his voice tired. He’d been awake for the last few days, helping with small scrimmages that have been appearing all over Wakanda.

T’Challa neared his desk, before he took a seat, he looked up at the painting of his father that adorned the wall behind his office chair.

Shuri kept flicking away on her tablet, not bothering to look up at her brother before she spoke.

“Brother, our technology won’t be able to hold out much longer. Support for Erik—”

T’Challa whipped his head towards his sister as he interrupted her, a grimace on his face. “Do not utter his name in my presence!”

Shuri froze as she timidly looked up at her brother. W’Kabi let out a small breath as he looked at his king anxiously.

T’Challa took a deep breath as he adjusted his royal attire before taking a seat. Both Shuri and W’Kabi were silent as they waited for him to speak.

“Our technology…” T’Challa took another breath before continuing. “Is the best the world has ever seen…has ever known.”

Shuri and W’Kabi looked at each other as T’Challa continued.

“His powers come from the same source, correct?” T’Challa asked looking at Shuri.

Shuri immediately looked at her brother as she responded.

“Yes. But—”

T’Challa placed a hand up to halt her words.

Shuri signed in frustration. W’Kabi adjusted his posture, sitting up straighter in his seat.

“With that being said. There has to be a way in which we can cripple him.”

“But we’ve tried everything. Attacking his groups in secret didn’t work, trying to convince The Council didn’t work and the assassination attempt failed, miserably!” W’Kabi said more harshly than he intended. 

T’Challa shot W’Kabi a cold look, his ire growing rapidly. W’Kabi noticed this look but held T’Challa’s gaze. Shuri noticed the exchange between both men and decided to try to calm the waters.

“Brother, Eri—his powers reside in a primal form of vibranium.” Shuri looked at her tablet and began tapping away before she held the screen up to her brother. “His power have been cultivated not only due to the vibranium but also his training with The Council and their magick.” 

T’Challa lightly shoved the tablet away. Shuri frowned as she pulled it back into her lap.

T’Challa sat back in his seat as he thought over what his sister just mentioned to him. Erik’s power was innate but it had been cultivated by both vibranium and his training as a sorcerer in Wakanda’s secret society known only to a select few as The Council. T’Challa quickly became lost in thought. His mind went over his missed opportunity to cultivate his own magickal abilities to a more elevated state as Erik’s. He opted to focus his pursuits on advancing the qualities of his homeland’s most precious resource in the name of science. This bore him fruit and power but he wanted more. He spun around in his office chair to face the picture of his father.

“What would you do father?” T’Challa said to himself under his breath.

Shuri and W’Kabi both sighed as they relaxed in their seats a bit, happy that their king was lost in thought. Shuri went back to her tablet while W’Kabi was focused on T’Challa trying to gauge what he could be thinking.

Time wasn’t on T’Challa’s side to train in the magickal ways of his ancestors to even be a match for Erik. There was no way he was going to beat Erik at his own game, using ancient magick and knowledge, especially with the power of The Council backing him. T’Challa still had his fair share of supporters who wanted Wakanda to remain in his control but most of his influence was waning; many were swayed due to an age old prophecy of a new age rising. The Council anticipated that Erik was going to spearhead this new age.

T’Challa continued to scry into the picture of his father, searching for answers. He was stirred from his musing when a loud sound was heard from the distance.

BOOM!

All three Wakandan’s hopped to their feet.

“What was that!?” Shuri asked, her voice a little frantic.

W’Kabi turned to look at the massive window. Bright lights bombarded the clear night sky.

“Fireworks.” W’Kabi said with annoyance in his tone.

Shuri looked at W’Kabi, surprised.

“Fireworks? For what?” she asked.

T’Challa spoke up. “There was a party tonight.”

Shuri smiled as she turned to look at her brother.

“Party? Where? Why wasn’t I invited?”

W’Kabi turned to look at T’Challa as he answered his sister.

“It is Erik’s party.”

The room was silent for a beat. T’Challa signed as he sat back in his seat. W’Kabi looked at Shuri as she looked at her brother.

“And he didn’t invite us? What gives?” She said smiling. W’Kabi gave her the side eye. T’Challa looked up at Shuri.

“Shuri…” he said, his tone stern.

“What? I heard he throws the best parties! All types of cool shit happens.”

W’Kabi sat back in his seat before speaking.

“And what type of cool shit is that?” W’Kabi asked although he heard stories too. He was just amused to see Shuri dig herself deeper into a hole.

Shuri became nervous as her mind went over all of the outrageous things she’s heard about Erik’s parties.

She looked at both her brother and W’Kabi nervously.

“Well…a bunch of beautiful people get together and…” She stammered thinking of all the freaky things she’s heard from the palace staff.

“They get together and…have fun…”

W’Kabi scoffed.

T’Challa bites down, grinding his teeth a bit before speaking.

“Debauchery of all kinds happen at those parties. He is a stain to this great nation.” He says with a quiet intensity.

Shuri takes a seat as she lowers her gaze, refusing to look at her brother.

“The types of people that he appeals to are vagrants, misfits, outcasts. They have no place within Wakanda.”

Shuri and W’Kabi are silent.

“But…” T’Challa says getting up from his seat again. He’s lost in thought but only for a moment.

“I have a plan.”

During the start of the New Age…

 “You’re crazy to think you will ever be able to defeat Erik!” Valencia said mockingly as she stared T’Challa in the face.

Valencia and T’Challa stood in the vast library, the moonlight illuminated part of the area where they both stood.

Valencia could feel Erik near. She had a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach. Part of her was screaming for her to get away from T’Challa but another part of her, a more gentler part just refused to acknowledge that he was the culprit for such feelings.

T’Challa idly walked around Valencia, taking in her figure. He admired her shape as his mind went over his plans. Valencia noticed the strange look in his eyes as she followed his gaze, that strange feeling stirred within her again.

“I never wanted it to come to this…” T’Challa said as he continued to walk around Valencia, his gaze bore into hers.

“I don’t like your tone, T’Challa.” Valencia said as she waved her hand, a soft blue transparent light encircled her body. She moved away from him but as she did, his left hand began to glow a vibrant green color.

Valencia froze, her body was stiff!

“Your tricks won’t work here.” He said, bitterness laced his voice.

She looked closely at T’Challa and noticed many small sigils decorated his glowing hand. Her eyes widened in shock.

T’Challa grinned.

“Mangani!” T’Challa yelled.

As he shouted the strange word, Valencia felt more constricted, like she was being squeezed. She tried to move but her attempt was futile.

“Tsekani!”

T’Challa slowly walked toward Valencia. She tried to place the strange language he spoke. The magick he used was strong.

“Khakani.” He said as he neared Valencia. She expected her shield to protect her but as he reached out with his glowing hand, it dissolved; casting a small shimmering luster like shattered glass.

Using the hand adorned in strange markings he caressed her cheek. Valencia winced under his touch. The glowing hand emitted an intense cold heat.  

T’Challa leaned in close to Valencia’s face taking in her alluring features. She opened her mouth to speak but T’Challa spoke up.

“Shh…” he said stroking her cheek.

Valencia felt the foreign feeling of fear rise within her. For the first time in a long time she was afraid.

She was speechless, shock filled her eyes. T’Challa looked deep into her eyes. A smile on his lips. His gaze went from hers to her mouth. He unconsciously licked his lips before he spoke.

“I’m not going to kill you.” T’Challa said.

Valencia strained to move.

It was no use.

T’Challa leaned in close, placing a soft kiss on her lips.

As he broke the kiss. He spoke the last words that Valencia would ever hear again.

“You will have a fate worse than death.” He whispered onto her lips.

Author’s Note: This chapter is dedicated to the ancestor, Octavia E. Butler (her birthday was the 22nd of June). I hope you all enjoyed Part II of this story. I’m currently brainstorming for Part III.

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black panther fic: Draconian Deeds pt. 2 by @thehonorablekingerik

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Monsters Reimagined: Celestials

BE NOT AFRAID

Angels and their kin have been a common request in my inbox for some years now, but It’s taken me some time to actually write this post in no small part because I needed to come to terms with how I wanted them to work in my own world.

The problem was finding a balance in the “all angels are good, if not nice”  angel, and the “gritty, singleminded zealotry” angel that’s become the default as generation after generation of creator has pushed back against an oppressive religious culture and wanted to see the icons of that religion dragged through the mud as a means of validation. 

As I’ve discussed with my post on fiends, I don’t like how d&d does alignments: not just as moral absolutes, but as universal constants that leave no room for debate or faith or contradiction, as belief is systematized and taxonomized, with each good and bad deed having a corresponding outsider and designated parkingspot in the great cosmic wheel.

Here’s my pitch then:  Just as demons embody mortal vices gone awry, and fey embody the natural world, celestials embody ideals, pure concepts that exist one step removed from the practical considerations of physical reality. Not only does this allow you to keep your usual “justice”, “kindness” angels on theme, but it also lets you square concepts that would seem to be contradictory without making hard and fast moral judgements about things that can be good in some cases but not in others. An angel of feasting and good cheer might disagree with an enlightened master of ascetic self discipline, especially about whether their mortal wards should really help themselves to a third round of dessert, but neither would fault the other should the decision go their way. Good is not absolute after all.

That said, there’s plenty of different types of celestials, some of whom might disagree on that non-absolutist take, but to find out about my personal taxonomy, you’re going to have to keep reading under the cut

Angels: While all celestials embody some kind of ideal, the angels are out there being the good they want to see in the multiverse. Just like devils actively work to find fault with mortals or punish them for their transgressions, angels wish to extol and foster their virtues. Including angels in your adventure will typically have them picking someone (possibly a PC, possibly a side character, maybe even a villain) and nudging them towards their better nature. Some angels may even be created when someone’s goodness outlives them, or called into being when a collection of goodness coalesces over time. Angels are not the direct subordinates of gods, as gods exist in an even further removed state of idealization, they do however have closer contact with gods, more akin to that of a higher level cleric.

Fallen angels: just as medicine can become poison depending on the dosage, virtuous behaviour can become a vice if taken to its extreme. Righteousness can become wrath, love can become obsession, selflessness can become martyrdom. Little better than demons at their worst, angels that lose the ability to compromise or see other points of view are at risk of becoming something destructive.

Archons: Embodiments of laws by which people are governed, these celestials were placed in charge of mortals during the chaotic dawn age, in an attempt to give the fledgling cultures and civilizations they cared for a scaffolding to build off off. The arcons were despotic tyrants horever, caring little for the wellbeing of their charges compared to the enforcement of the systems they personified. These draconian despots have long been banished to their own little corners of the multiverse, and adventures involving them will likely revolve around an archon trying to reobtain power, or the unearthing of cruel artifacts they used to maintain it.

Lesser Graces: What could be called “Feral Angels”, these spirits represent minor or incidental forms of benevolence removed from coherency or greater morals. The Reverence of moths towards a lamp, a child’s dream of flying free, the protective spirit of a community of feral cats. These are the celestials most likely to be encountered by players in the early stages of their adventures, stumbling upon them incidently as they explore the untouched places of the world.

Psychopomps: Though often spooky or grisly,  the shepherds of the dead play an important role in seeing the souls of mortal to their final destination, whether that be in the keeping of a god or the great resting place of the underworld. A party is most likely to encounter psychopomps after someone kicks the bucket, though minor spiritguides may linger around graveyards and tombs, looking to escort lingering souls and dismiss the undead.

Indescribable: From a distance the light of the sun warms the world and nourishes growth, but on a greater scale it can scorch a land to lifeless desert and at its maximum is it nothing but thermonuclear oblivion. Such is the case with the indescribable, celestial entities that take concepts like “purity” or “sanctified” and turn it to the absurd.  Ethanol is pure after all, but that’s because it kills any microbial life that it comes in contact with.  Indescribables tend to exist beyond the reality of the multiverse, or else carve off very specific territories within it, and adventures involving them likely involve some holier than thou idiot who’s decided to take an ethical system and drive it into an omnicidal ditch.

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how do you think the volturi conduct their trials?

Hello there dear Anonymous, thank you for this fine... legal question? It really is fun to imagine what The Volturi's court proceedings could look like; so here are my headcanons and personal worldbuilding around the matter.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐕𝐨𝐥𝐭𝐮𝐫��� & 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐬

First of all, I think they have eyes and ears all over the world. In general I think vampires have respect for the ruling coven unlike any other, they have been in charge for thousands of years for a reason after all. This way they have all sorts of informants to send back information about disobedient covens or nomads. We also see that it is not unheard of for vampires to seek The Volturi out and report crimes themselves.

To uphold their reputation and show good faith I do believe they summon vampires to them from time to time if there is suspicion of broken laws. I imagine they might send Demetri as a messenger to certain covens they know will make the trip to Volterra voluntarily. If they know for certain that vampires have been breaking laws they will forcibly bring them to their home instead. The higher up guards probably have the ability to get the kings blessings to carry our their will in the field if it is needed. They want people to have a trial, but if the situation is dire a swift execution may be for the best.

The three kings definitely play into the roles of Judge, Jury and Executioner. Aro is undoubtedly the person who has the clearest understanding of every detail of a trial, he often has the final say because of that. Marcus is somewhat a voice of reason and mercy, he wants above all else a fair trial for everyone involved. Caius sees the world as chaotic and wants to create order no matter the cost, he can lean draconian.

Within canon we see that Aro greets just about anyone who walks into the throne room, even if they are about to be executed. Some forms of pleasantries are carried out if the trial doesn't necessarily have to end with the most dire of punishments. If the crimes are obvious more guards will be found in their assigned spots, effectively trapping the vampires on trial in the middle.

I'd like to think vampires get a chance to tell their versions of events. If there are any witnesses brought in, they too will have their chance to speak before Aro looks into their hearts and minds. While Aro shifts through thousands of memories, Marcus is studying the bonds between every vampire present; relying the information to Aro if it is necessary. While Caius does not have invasive gifts like his brothers, he is highly perceptive; paired with his intimidating presence very few dare to stand before him and lie.

The three kings will discuss quite openly their opinions about the vampires and their offences, it is not difficult to discern for the offending party what their fate will be. If there is need for more secretive deliberation they will grasp each others hands and communicate through Aro's gift.

Usually Aro is the one to pass down the judgement, making it clear how they reached their decision and what the punishment will be. When it comes to the execution part I think either Felix, Caius or Aro does the deed of killing these days. What remains will be discarded and burnt without much fanfare.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞 Personally I believe that Sulpicia and Athenodora have more of a say than outsiders may think. Certainly there are meetings before trials, where the entire royal family is present. The wives are in the core coven on the same basis that their husbands are. I see them as a kind of "Power behind the throne".