#Mason makes me verbose

[chilledagridolce27]

I just-

I need a good 300k words, time-travel fix-it, fluffy, angsty, smexy, Hannigram fic where after the fall Hannibal wakes up in the past with all his memories intact a little before he and Will meet in Season 1.

Of course he eventually realizes what happens and sees this as a chance for the shattered teacup to come together again, a do-over with his murder family. And thus proceeds The Plan ™️ which is some variation of meet-cute w/ Will, become his friend, feed him (duh), seduce him, take care of his encephalitis, make him quit working for Jack etc not necessarily in that order and its just 50 chapters of Hannibal spinning loquacious sonnets about how pretty and smart and amazing Will is, unbearable amounts of intense one-sided pining, then mutual pining, copious amounts of UST, then thoroughly and enthusiastically resolved ST, immense eye fucking and verbose, intellectual bantering with all the art references over the course of their relatively healthy, developing relationship. Abigail comes in somewhere along the way, maybe when they've already started dating.

Throw in some tasteful murder and subsequent angsting over murder, some Jack getting put in his place, some Beverly bestie shenanigans, Alana/Margot supremacy, Mason dies painfully and horrifically and 7x puppy love starring Winston et voilà !

Ft the occasional Freddie to spice things up a bit.

But can you imagine? In the beginning, Will notices pretty quickly that Hannibal looks at him too intensely for what they currently are. He sees enough to know that Hannibal looks at him through filters of indescribable grief and loss, stares endlessly like he is afraid once he blinks Will have been no more than the fevered fantasy of a desperate mind. Hannibal is unapologetically vocal about his desire to court Will and he can't help but be flattered by this eccentric, older socialite who can't seem to get enough of him and isn't afraid to show it; Who doesn't judge his dark thoughts, who feeds and looks after him, who listens to him, who so desperately obviously wants him.

Its intoxicating.

So yeah...anyway tag me when its written lol, or if something similar has already been written

[the-diabolist]

Wild

Request: Love, my love, oh what i would do if you give me a hunting Mason and a fighting y/n with hate fucking. I will do anything you want. Any art of any person. Again i love you 💚

I am exhausted xD enjoyyy! btw the self defense move I describe here is legit and everyone should learn it

c.w: Gender/body neutral reader, borderline dubcon, predator/prey dynamics, wound squeezing, grappling, fuck or die (basically), hatefucking (or dislike-fucking, whatevs), fingering, size difference, mild sadism, rough treatment, creampie implied. 2.5k

He'd sliced through the side of your leg with a crossbow bolt yesterday, and since then it'd been nearly impossible to lose him for long. At first, it'd probably been the blood trail, and now it was probably the limp giving you away. He was, unfortunately, proving to be a proficient tracker.

You hear the slightest shifting of detritus behind you and surge to your feet without even turning to look, ignoring the sharp pain in the muscle of your thigh.

The urge to cry rises within your chest for the first time since you were injured; he's finding you so quickly, you've barely been able to rest. You feel like he's constantly at your heels, running you down like a hound on a fox. Your nerves are shot from the constant strain. You're slowing down.

Luckily, he's not very fast himself - he's a big guy - and his style is more hunting-stalking than outright chasing. When you run, you're still able to put enough distance between the two of you to hide from him... for now.

You throw yourself into a cluster of bushes and fight to control your breathing. After a few minutes, you start to think you might be safe, but then you hear his footsteps again. Damn him.

"C'mon out," he calls, coaxing. "Know you're 'round here somewhere. Might as well get it over with, don'cha think?"

You don't move an inch. You barely even breathe. You can't see him, but he sounds close. You consider taking off again, but... your leg doesn't have much strength left in it, you think. And it's probably too late for that, anyway. It's probably too late for anything.

You scream when a hand crashes through the thin branches and scrabbles for you, finally closing in an iron grip just as you bolt from your cover. What's more, your leg buckles, and you collapse to the earth.

"Found you," he smirks, kneeling quickly in front of you and wrapping a hand around the back of your knee. He yanks, knocking you onto your back, and you start to panic; this is not a position you want to be trapped in.

Before he can grab your other leg, you pull it away, then lash out, sending your foot toward his face like a striking snake. He falls backwards a bit to dodge it, but manages to keep hold of your knee.

"Let me go, you mons--" you break off with a shout as he moves his hand further up your leg and squeezes your bandaged wound. You think you feel it reopen.

"Plannin' to make me? With that bad leg of yours?" He chuckles. Your hands frantically grab and pull at his, desperately sinking your nails in to try and force him to release you. Blood starts to seep through your clothes as you watch. He doesn't budge, and the pain is nearly blinding, so you instinctively send your fingers flying toward his face instead.

That gets his attention; the smile drops off his face as he leans away to protect his eyes, losing his grip on you in the process. You try to scramble away, but you can't get up fast enough - your leg is basically just dead weight now. He tackles you back down, slamming your torso against the forest floor, knocking the wind out of you. You begin to cough uncontrollably, and he takes the opportunity to climb between your legs and put his hands around your neck.

Luckily, you remember one thing in particular from your self-defense class, something you can do when placed in exactly this situation. You steel yourself; your wound isn't going to like this.

Your arms come up and cross over his, keeping them right where they are and locking into place, before you bring your legs up and hook your knees over his shoulders. He starts to resist, but you draw your feet back down toward yourself and he freezes, feeling the pain bloom in his shoulder joints.

You still as well; for a moment, the two of you just stare at each other, breathing hard.

"Hm. Full'a surprises, aren't you, little wolverine?" His smirk shifts into a grimace as you put just a tiny bit more pressure on his joints.

"Shut up or I'll dislocate your shoulders," you growl.

Silence falls for another few moments as you try to think of a way out of this. He's stuck for now, but so are you. Even if you do dislocate his shoulders, he's on top of you, and he's too heavy to just push off. Plus, he can probably still strangle you afterwards, if he can power through the pain.

He seems to be reaching the same conclusions as you.

"So what's yer plan with this little stalemate? Stay like this until you get too weak to keep me here? Gotta be a better option."

He's right. This is a stall tactic at best, and you both know it... but then why not just wait you out? Why negotiate?

"... Like what?" You ask suspiciously. Your bad leg is already starting to tremble from the strain. He eyes you analytically for a few seconds before he responds.

"Got another game we could play," he purrs, a low rumble, breath ghosting over your face. He smells like hearthfire and musk - despite everything else, it's not unappealing. "And if you play along, I'll give ya 24 hunt-free hours and a new pack of supplies."

That definitely sounded too good to be true. You're about to ask what the game entails when he rocks his hips against you, letting you feel how much he's enjoying the current state of affairs and leaving you in very little doubt about what he has in mind.

"Well, ain't that a pretty sight," he laughs, full and booming. "Didn't know yer eyes could get that big around. That's not even all of it, darlin'."

You don't know how to respond. You don't think you really have a choice; it's too good of a deal - life-savingly good, even - to pass up, and honestly... yes, the man is terrible, and he's trying to kill you, but now that he's so close, he's also kinda turning you on. For whatever twisted reason, his scent and his voice and the things he's saying to you are all conspiring to warm you up in some pretty specific places.

"... Okay," you breathe, sounding almost timid. You clear your throat, willing your voice to come out stronger. "As long as you throw in a first aid kit and a blanket."

"You drive a hard bargain," he chuckles again. "Good for you. Deal."

Now comes the part, you suppose, where you have to trust him not to kill you the second you release him. It's not easy; you lapse into silence as you try to gather the necessary courage. You remind yourself that this is your only chance, even if it's a slim one, and you drop your legs from his shoulders, allowing them to lay on either side of him. The instant relief in your injured leg is enough to bring tears to your eyes.

You watch him warily as he pulls away from you, sitting up on his knees. It seems he's making no move to kill you yet, anyway.

"Goddamn," he grunts, rolling his shoulders, trying to work out the waning pain. "Quite a trick. Where'd you learn that?"

"Self-defense class," you breathe, only half paying attention to the conversation, your mental preparations taking precedent. He nods in acknowledgement. "So... where do you want me?" You ask, only a little tentatively, to your credit.

"Just stay right there, honey," he says, shedding his coat, "I've got ya."

He unbuckles his belt next, and the sound sends an uncomfortable bolt of adrenaline through you, but it's nothing compared to the near-panic you feel when he starts unfastening and pulling off your pants. Having the man's hands on you is practically torturous, even though he isn't hurting you - because he has before, and he can so easily. Your body reacts to him the way you imagine a rabbit reacts to the cry of a hawk.

"Mm, look at you," he hums appreciatively once you've been bared below the waist, staring voraciously, "if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were excited."

Okay, well, other than that uniquely human reaction, you suppose. You feel your face heat up, ashamed and a little annoyed by your body's eagerness.

Then his fingers lightly brush over you, and your mind moves on to other things. You gasp, thighs tensing on either side of him. His touch gets firmer, stroking, making you buck your hips against your better judgment. He chuckles.

"Hurry up," you grumble through gritted teeth, "get it over with already."

"C'mon now, that attitude's no fun," he purrs, pulling his hand away from you in order to retrieve a small bottle from his pocket. "Besides, you don't want me movin' too fast, trust me."

He pops the cap off the bottle and upturns it, squirting some of the contents into his hand. He spreads it over his fingers.

Lube. Why does he have that on him?!

His fiendish preparedness aside, you can't deny the relief that washes over you at the sight. Based on what you'd felt of him earlier, you'd been worried about taking him without harm.

His hand dips back down and then lower, until slick fingers are circling your entrance.

"Go ahead, ask for it," he rumbles.

"Ugh, fuck you," you spit. He smirks, and starts sinking one large digit inside you.

It's a lot, even with lube; you can't help but squirm. He's going too fast. You start trying to push him away, but he doesn't stop until he's buried to the knuckle. You whimper; he groans.

"You said hurry," he reminds smugly.

"Fuck you," you reinterate.

You're still grasping his wrist as he starts to move it, sliding his finger back and forth - slowly at first, but steadily faster until the motion is smooth and easy, and you're biting back pleasured moans.

He slides in a second one and you're back to where you started, arching and trying to wiggle away from him. You really don't know where he gets off having such thick fingers. He seems to be enjoying the show, but at least he's prepping you well. You honestly hadn't expected as much.

"Ready for me?" He asks, once you've adjusted to the second digit.

You figure you ought to be, right? You're pretty sure your voice would come out breathy and tremulous if you tried to speak, so you just nod, eyes closing for a moment of rest.

You feel and hear him rustling around, dealing with his clothing, and then he's grabbing your thighs (thankfully avoiding your wound, which is still oozing a bit) and pushing them back until you're nearly bent in half. The position is very similar to the defensive one you were in earlier.

You feel him against you, skin to skin, as he lines himself up, and you gasp quietly, eyes flying open. Two fingers wasn't enough, you realize regretfully.

"Told ya that wasn't all of it," he chuckles, and starts pushing forward.

He doesn't rush, thank heavens, but he also doesn't go slowly enough. You writhe more than ever - you don't know what you expect, it's not as if you can get out from under him, or even make him stop, but the burning stretch is just too much and you can't stay still, can't keep the frantic little pathetic sounds from falling out of your mouth.

"Mmm, just like that," he says with a deep groan; your obvious discomfort must be turning him on.

"Ffff-fuh," you stumble, unable to summon up the energy and presence of mind for your usual rejoinder.

"Hm? That smart mouth o' yours finally struck dumb?"

You rouse enough to glare at him - that stupid smirk of his drives you batty - but then he sheaths himself as far as he can go and you let out a cry. He stills, gazing down at you as you try to even out your breathing.

"God, you're just annoyingly large in every possible way, aren't you?" You sigh, glare returning to grace your features.

"Thought you'd be able to handle it without whining, vicious little thing that you are," he purrs, "guess I overestimated you. Should I be more gentle with your delicate frame, darlin'?"

You snarl at him, baring your gritted teeth.

"You are such an asshole. Are you ever going to fuck me, or would you rather sit here jawing all d--"

You cut off as he moves his hips, pulling back almost all the way.

"Careful what you wish for," he says, and you realize what he's about to do a second before he does it. Your eyes widen.

"Wai--"

You nearly choke on your own tongue as he slams back into you mercilessly, jolting your body hard.

He follows it up with another, and another, until your hands scrabble uselessly across his back, nails biting into the muscle as you cry out and whimper in wild desperation, rocking helplessly with his thrusts.

He likes it. You can tell by the grunts and growls, the way his rhythm is already starting to stutter.

Luckily for you, you've moved from pain-discomfort to pain-pleasure, and every hard and deep roll of his hips is stoking the flame, pulling the coil in your abdomen so tight that you think each one is going to be the one to make you finally snap. He's so big; the sensation is overwhelming.

Goddamn it. You're going to come for this asshole.

"C'mon, give it to me," he growls, as if reading your mind. Though you can imagine it's not hard to guess how close you are, based on the sounds you're making.

"No," you manage to snarl, completely aware that you lack the fortitude to deny his request even as you speak. You amend your statement. "Make me."

"Easily," he hums, and it only takes another moment before he does just that.

You climax so loud that you wouldn't be surprised if people in the nearest town heard you. He follows quickly afterward, though much more quietly. A long, rumbling groan is all you get from him.

You lay together for several minutes, breathing hard, bodies too spent to move, until finally he pulls out slowly and sits up.

"There now," he says, smiling almost fondly, "that wasn't so hard, now was it?"

You roll your eyes.

[mergeman]

MergeMaster part 2

Caylan

I looked up to see Caylan returning from his morning run. Damn he looked so perfect with his muscles slick with sweat and his tank clinging to his body. Caylan had been working with me to get in shape and I was happy to see the progress when looking in the mirror.

Aiden

As my fiance approached me he tilted his head up and gave me a sweet kiss before heading to the bathroom to get ready for the day. I was already dressed when he reemerged butt naked and gave me a farewell kiss.

It was a normal Monday at work going through the reports that had piled up. I had been here for 3 years now and was working on getting a promotion. That extra money and status would really help with my upcoming nuptials. I feel something bump my arm and look up.

Mason the cute new intern was pushing the mail cart and while trying to deliver to the right desk. He stopped and stammered out an apology. I didn't mind, no harm was done, I did take a glance at his cart to see if I had anything thats when I noticed that he had a package labeled urgent for the VP of marketing. Crap! If old Bill ever found out that he didn't get this first Mason would be toast. I told him he needed to go to the 14th floor now and that that package had priority. Mason looked pale and frightened so I decided I'd be nice and show him the way. I got up and led him to the elevator. We rode up in silence to the 14th and I escorted him to Bill's office. We approached the west corner and I could hear yelling coming from behind the frosted glass door. Uh-Oh this was not going to be fun for Mason, in fact the poor guy looked like he was going to pass out. The door opened and Bill stuck his head out.

He looked at us saw the mail cart half done looked back and motioned us inside. I was nervous but I had been through Bill's tirades before, his deep voice was intimidating and came with an air of expected obedience. His target though was poor Mason and Bill launched into a loud and verbose speach about company priorities and how the VPs were supposed to be first at getting mail. I was grateful at this point to be forgotten but I was still trapped in the spacious office.

"Hmmm those 2 would make an interesting combination"

The thought intruded in my head. I noticed the sound had stopped and I saw that everyone was completely frozen in place. Thats when my tattoo started to burn. Fuck! I remember this happening before back at the cafe. I concentrated on the 2 men as their bodies became semi translucent and started to overlap each other. Even though I felt like my entire arm was on fire, I was determined to see what was happening. The ghost like visages of Bill and Mason now were occupying the same space. A soft glow surrounded the two as their features began to equal out and become similar. The glow became brighter and harsher and I was unable to tell Bill and Mason apart. Even with my eyes starting to water I didn't look away. The glow began to dim and inside of it was whole different person. Sure I could see a passing resemblance to Mason and Bill, but the man who now occupied that space was someone totally different.

The glow around the beautiful new man began to coalesce into a single bright point. The light then shot from his chest to mine. I could feel Bill and Mason's minds as what was left of them entered me. Bill's more masculine and somewhat toxic personality was mixed with Mason's younger excitement and outlook. I could feel both foriegn minds invading me, rewriting my life and changing my appearance. I could feel myself getting older and more muscular. My hair shortened and my face started to rearrange, my legs and torso got longer while any fat I had dissapeared. As all that was me merged with the last pieces of Mason and Bill, I could sense a presence within my tatto laughing.

"Hey Adrien what's up bro"

The deep voice brought me back to reality. I shook my head and looked at my best friend Blaise. He was looking extra swole in his tight businessman attire. Blaise had been my best friend since highschool and had even been my best man at my wedding to Caylan. We were bros till the end.

"Dude we're going to my gym, remember?" I answered.

"Damn I forgot we changed times today" he quickly checked his phone. "I got 2hrs before my next meeting so we'll make it quick"

That was ok with me. Even though I was the gym's owner I didn't usually workout unless I had Blaise or Caylan with me.

[ogygia]

What the fuck is the LBRP? appendix: FAQs

I promised in my guide to the LBRP that I’d deal with some miscellaneous points in a separate post. Because so much of it comes in the form of questions, I’ve decided to present in the form of FAQs! 

(Source)

Here goes ...

1. I read your guide and it was interesting and stuff, but isn’t the LBRP just a fancy way of banishing, casting a circle and calling the quarters? It’s not really that special.

Technically, you’re not wrong. But you’ve put the cart before the horse. The butter before the bread. The jam before the clotted cream (fellow Brits will not argue this point with me). Because the likelihood is that modern pagan notions of banishing, casting a circle and calling the quarters (in that order) probably derived from the LBRP, rather than vice versa.

Now’s a good time to remind ourselves that Gerald Gardner, the father of the modern witchcraft revival – and the person who introduced the term ‘Wicca’ into the fold – probably borrowed heavily from Freemasonry and (shock, horror) Aleister Crowley himself. There’s no real reason why modern (organised) Wicca should have a degree system, or employ specific liturgy or ceremonies: these are likely to be based on a Masonic template, with some influence from the Great Beast’s writings. One of the early manuscripts of Wiccan material contain rituals and quotations copied from Crowley and the Golden Dawn, though what this tells us about the actual nature of Crowley and Gardner’s relationship is a matter of debate. 

Either way, the whole procedure of banishing, casting a circle and calling the quarters you find in a lot of post-Wicca witchcraft may have its derivation in the LBRP itself, or at least late Victorian occultism. Remember, I’m not saying these practices themselves, on their own terms, originate from the LBRP; I know that banishing is a thing all over the world, as is circle-casting (which has a long history in the grimoire tradition), as is calling the quarters (in Taoist craft, for instance, the four directions are invoked as well). What I’m saying is that the recognised ritual procedure in modern witchcraft which involves all three steps probably has a ceremonial origin, so it would be putting the cart before the horse to dismiss the LBRP as a glorified circle-casting procedure, without recognising its role as an original model for modern Wiccan-based practice. 

I’d suggest using the right tools for the right purposes: you wouldn’t kill a fly with a shotgun (not that you can’t). If you want to banish, actually banish. If you want to cast a circle, cast a circle. If you want to call the quarters, actually call them. Familiarise yourself with various non-ceremonial methods for doing these things – Gemma Gary and Nigel Pearson are a good source of information – and experiment. It’ll probably do a lot more for you than a quaint Victorian procedure based in badly appropriated Kabbalah.

In fact, you might find out that your craft only needs one or two of these steps, or none at all. Depending on tradition and the kind of work you’re doing, you may not need to formally banish, or cast a circle, or call the quarters, as long as you’re maintaining good spiritual hygiene, and/or already have a good working relationship with the spirits. 

2. Should I use a wand to do the LBRP? Or a dagger? Or will my finger do? Is there a difference? 

The First Knowledge Lecture of the Golden Dawn instructs the student to use ‘a steel dagger in the right hand’; Crowley in Liber O says to ‘make a pentagram ... with the proper weapon (usually the Wand)’. So basically, you can use whatever the fuck you want, especially if you don’t care for either the Golden Dawn or Crowley. Or try it with different things over a period of time and see how it feels. Experiment, make notes, see what works.

Advanced-level thoughts: I suspect Crowley diverges from the Golden Dawn because of the centrality of Will to his philosophy of magick. The steel dagger in the GD version appears to be a more functional, or perhaps less fussy alternative to the Magical Sword, which according to The Golden Dawn ‘is used in all cases where great force and strength are to be used and are required, but principally for banishing and for defence against evil forces’.

For Crowley, however, ‘The Magick Wand is ... the principal weapon of the Magus; and the "name" of that wand is the Magical Oath.’ (Liber ABA, Part II, Chapter VI). I feel it entirely appropriate that the Wand is the more Thelemic approach, not just because of Crowley’s phallic obsessions but mainly because asserting one’s individuality and celebrating one’s True Will is so central to Thelema. To employ the Wand in one of ceremonial magick’s key rituals symbolically reinforces the sovereignty of the Magus and their True Will over their universe.

3. Ew, Christian stuff! Can I change the names/symbols/words because I had a bad childhood experience with Christianity/hate Christians/hate God/ love the Goddess and want to do a Goddess version/don’t want anything to do with the Judeo-Christian system/am rebellious and just want to be different?

Short answer: Did you read the fucking guide?

Long answer: Listen, you can do whatever the fuck you want. Just don’t call it the LBRP, or claim that it’s ‘the same thing’, or works the same way.

Much has already been said about this elsewhere, but your knee-jerk reaction to Judeo-Christian elements in ceremonial magick reveal a lot more about you than it does the ritual. We know the LBRP is rooted in a Kabbalistic tradition; your feelings towards it doesn’t change its effectiveness for generations of practitioners. 

You don’t need to use the LBRP if you’re not comfortable. I don’t even use it that much these days. My only advice to you is to i) not be dismissive about it, especially in the presence of newbies and inquiring beginners; ii) recognise that the LBRP is a whole ecosystem of a ritual in itself, and simply changing the names and words willy-nilly and claiming it to be a legitimate alternative is at best misguided, at worst misleading for others. 

Being an asshole: ‘Why would you want to use a ritual that calls out to an oppressive God? Here, I wrote a version where the names are all replaced by pagan deities, and calls on the Goddess. It’s the same, in fact, it’s better. Fuck Xtianity.’

Not being an asshole: ‘Hmm, I would suggest you research it carefully before deciding whether to use it or not, but if you prefer something non-Christian, as I would, why not try X method to banish, or doing Y to cast a circle, so you avoid the whole ceremonial thing altogether – if that’s what you’re looking for?’

My point being, I don’t care if you don’t like the LBRP. I care if you poison the mind of impressionable new seekers with your own knee-jerk prejudices.

That said, there are certain alternatives that in my opinion are legitimate, or close enough in effect, or possess a similar potentiality:

The Olympic Banishing Ritual of the Pentagram (notes) – I personally think this is an excellent alternative, especially for those who work within a Greco-Roman paradigm, or a Gnostic/Neoplatonic framework.

The Star Ruby – You’ll probably be aware of this one already if you know your Crowley. Frankly, this is not recommended to anyone who isn’t already working in a Thelemic context.

I can’t think of any other ones right now, but I’ll post them if I come across any.

4. Okay, in your guide I’ve noticed that you can use an Invoking pentagram. How does that work?

One thing I didn’t have space to clarify in the original guide is that the LBRP is not in fact a ritual; it is a variant of a ritual. Think of the structure of the LBRP as a basic template; you can adapt the template for different purposes by drawing the pentagrams in different ways. You can use the LRP (as the basic ritual is called) to invoke or banish any of the five elements, including Spirit; but, as explained in the guide, Earth is chosen as the basic banishing variant because it deals with influences in the mundane sphere of existence.

I didn’t go through the Golden Dawn system myself but as far as I’m aware, part of the work in the outer order involves invoking the elements separately using the LRP and recording what differences they make in your life. I imagine you can easily adapt this to raise specific elemental energies for specific purposes, but I feel like there’s a lot more power in using the planets for practical purposes anyway, rather than the elements. But that’s another discussion.

Also, if you’re wondering, there is indeed a Greater version of the ritual, and in fact there’s also a Supreme version of the ritual, but you don’t need to bother with those unless you’re a Golden-Dawn-type ceremonialist and/or want to work with Enochian energies. And there’s also a hexagram version of the ritual, but I’ll discuss that in a separate guide, perhaps ...

5. This has all been very interesting! Any resources on the ritual that you might suggest, so I can do further research?

Lists! I love lists. My thoughts on useful resources for the LBRP:

To begin with, the aforementioned First Knowledge Lecture is always worth looking through.

Crowley’s ‘Notes on the Ritual of the Pentagram’ – a surprisingly short essay for a usually verbose man, but succinctly explains some of the key mechanics of how the ritual works, and how to perform it properly. Can get a bit technical.

Thelema and Skepticism’s blog post on the LBRP – the blogger in question here has very strong views about what Thelema is or isn’t and I’ve seen him get caught up in all kinds of drama on forums, but his post on the LBRP is one of the best and most comprehensive discussions of the ritual I’ve ever seen. Read with a critical mind, of course, but this is about as orthodox an explanation of the ritual as it gets.

Mark Stavish’s Additional Notes on the LBRP – an excellent, if occasionally jargon-y, further discussion of the ritual, including thoughts on how the angels might be visualised, based on Golden Dawn colour correspondences.

Scott Michael Stenwick’s blog post on the LBRP – a miscellaneous collection of thoughts on the ritual, including some brilliant myth-busting. Stenwick is an excellent magical blogger and his work on the method of the operant field is frankly brilliant. Honestly, I just recommend his whole blog. 

Not directly relevant, and a book, but Lon Milo DuQuette’s The Chicken Qabalah of Rabbi Lamed Ben Clifford is a top-notch and very funny introduction to the Hermetic Kabbalah – i.e. the Kabbalah as it is used in the Western ceremonial tradition.

That’s it, folks. There’s more to be said, but probably as miscellaneous throwaway conversations when they arise. I emphasise my earlier point that I write this from my own understanding of and experiences with the ritual, and therefore don’t expect everyone to agree with all of my points. Feel free to send me asks or something if you have any questions or thoughts.

[skyecrandall]

You're MAKING a game? that's impressive! :0 could you tell us more about it?

Which game ? 100 Days?(This is the one I am currently developing)100 Days is a choose your own adventure/RPG/sandbox/choice game. So basically you have been given a mission by a mysterious entity and you have to complete it by any means.The game features 17 (Princess Delphine and Thomas are among them) main NPC that will help you complete it. They each have 10 unique events where you get to learn more about them and also learn new stuff from them. Some will reward you with unique information, others with recipes or spells or even items. Sometimes advancing a certain character's questline might require you to kill another of the characters (and so you won't be able to complete their quest) or they can simply range from finding them a job or gathering herbs. Care should be taken as some actions may lead to the characters' death.In the game you will be able to work as different careers: bar dancer, librarian/cleaner, farmer, escort, mason, soldier and more.The persons you meet will range from regular individuals to unusual princesses, manipulative stylists, mermaids, demons, angry old men, werewolves and more!In the game you are able to cultivate plants, build your own treehouse base, learn magic or thievery, save your friends from dieing or becoming a werewolf or try to avoid becoming a werewolf yourself, get chocked by dust clouds, explore hidden rooms, collect gems, stumble on gems, drink potions and drugs, craft potions and cast spells, blackmail some characters, join a rebellion or protect the monarchy from it or simply run and hide away from the conflict, solve people's problem, get tempted my the Wedingo or defeat the Wedingo, cure an ultra rare disease and more.The game features tokens to guide you along the way and through super rare and unique scenes. The game also features a large number of ways to die (I'm not sure you'll die that easily though). The game might currently only have 1 short ending but I intend to fully expand on each of them and give them different variations.The game is written in Twine Harlow so it is in HTML5 format which works even on mobile. Since I'm still a noob at twine, in making the game text only (without any images) but as I get the hang of it I may eventually add them but right now I'm focussing on adding more content. I currently have version 0.1 ready which is a demo featuring the skeleton of the game + part of a character's questline just as an avant gout. I can post the link if you want.Anyway this is it about my game 100 Days. Sorry it got a little verbose, like I told someone today, i can get super verbose about stuff in really passionate about. If you want to test my game to tell me, I'll gladly share the download link. It does not take much space (just a few Kbs), no installation required and works on phone (I'm not sure it works on Apple Mobiles though).