#Psychotropic Dragon

[nettirw]

AUDIO BOOKS

The following titles by Michael Bailey are now available as audiobooks through Audible, and soon through iTunes.

The following titles by Michael Bailey are now available as audiobooks through Audible, and soon through iTunes. HANGTOWN, based on a true story, is a historical western about the hangings in a placer mining town that once went by that moniker, one of the first established diggings during the chaos of the Gold Rush. Set in 1848 to 1850, the unlawful were punished and hanged swiftly for crimes of…

[astra-ravana]

Types Of Witchcraft

Note: These are general/basic explanations of different classes of magick/witchcraft. Practitioners can fall into multiple or none of these categories. Ultimately, only an individual can choose their labels.

Green: Utilizing greenery/plants/herbs/flowers in herbal/nature magick, such as creating blends of different plants or primarily using herbs in spellwork. May keep a garden and take great pride in their workings/connection to the earth and nature.

Hedge/Shamanic: A type of magick that's more oriented towards spirit work, Otherworld and astral travel, dream work, spiritual power and healing. May work with psychedelic/psychotropic/toxic plants and fungi as spiritual tools (ie: flying ointments/teas made from amanita muscaria or datura)

Sea: A type of magick derived from materials/abstract ideas involving the ocean world. Sea magick is worked using various items from as well as one's own connection to the sea and its creatures.

Storm: Magick that is worked by combining one's own energy with the energy of the weather, most commonly storms. Storm witches may have practices such as collecting storm water or snow, "whistling up" or manipulating winds, or performing rituals during severe weather.

Hearth/Kitchen: Magick performed through kitchen craft and/or mundane tasks/crafts around the home or for loved ones. Typically worked daily through food, herbal mixtures, crafting, decorating, and hobbies. May also work with the Fae/elements/nature.

Tea: Those who drink tea, make their own tea mixtures, or enjoy blending herbal remedies and often use reading tea leaves as their form of divination.

Urban: For those who live in or prefer an urban setting/lifestyle. Magick that is worked in densely populated areas and big cities, without some of the seemingly "traditional" aspects of witchcraft.

Tech: Magick that is skillfully worked through technology. A tech witch might cast spells/do divinatory readings on the internet, use magick based apps/programs, or keep a digital grimoire/library.

Elemental: Magick that is worked by honoring/acknowledging all 4/5 elements (Fire, Air, Water, Earth, and/or Spirit). Elementalists may dedicate part of their alter to each element and call upon them during rituals/spells. Conversely, they may choose to focus on only one element changing the designation to either fire, air, water or earth witchcraft.

Fae/Faerie: The magick of those who work and commune with the Fae. Faerie witches may do rituals/spells around the Fae, ask favors of them, have regular communication sessions, and leave them offerings. The Fae are very unpredictable and strong but, with time and respect, they share their magick with special individuals.

Infernal: A system of spirit work/magick that revolves around Infernal spirits/entities, such as demons, djinn, or other spirits of a chaotic alignment. This practice requires a surprising amount of shadow work and dismantling of oppressive religious systems. They may summon demons, perform rituals/spells with them, make deals, or take them up as magickal familiars.

Necromancy: The practice of seeking the assistance of, summoning, communication, and diving through the dead. Practitioners may frequent cemetaries/burial grounds/haunted locations and perform magick and spiritual/divinatory readings there. Often employ the use of pendulums, dowsing rods, talking boards, black mirrors, grave dirt, and bones.

Draconian: Draconian magick is a practice that involves engaging with dragons as powerful forces and allies in spiritual practice. It can include rituals, symbolism, and techniques to connect with dragons, and may be used for empowerment, healing, and spiritual growth.

Chaos: A type of magick utilizing new, non-traditional, and unorthodox methods. It is a highly individualistic practice that draws from many magickal disciplines (eclecticism).

Blood/Sanguine: A very potent class of magick that includes the use of one's own blood or that of another in powerful rituals/spells.

Sigil/Art: The use of sigils, symbols, glyphs, runes, or artwork infused with will and intention. This practice is vast, versatile, and diverse with each practioner producing truly unique results.

Lunar: Lunar magick is the practice of performing rituals during the different phases of the Moon to bring about physical or psychological change. They may honor/worship the Moon, do moonlight rituals, or make moon waters. Conversely, one could work with the Sun in much the same fashion.

Cosmic/Celestial: Magick that incorporates the stars and planets. Astrology is a dominant force in their lives and witchcraft and they consider the placement of celestial bodies before doing a working.

Crystal: Incorporation of crystals/stones in one's magickal practice. May make crystal grids, include them in their spells, use them in energy work, meditation, or for Reiki healing.

Glamour: Glamour magick is an enchantment type that adjusts or changes your outward appearance, or people's perception of your outward appearance and can include the enchanting of jewelry, clothing, and even makeup for magickal purposes.

Shadow: Magick with a focus on the elements of darkness and shadow. May practice umbrakinesis (shadow manipulation), magickal subterfuge and illusion, and feel at peace, and even practice, in pitch black darkness

Are there any you feel I should have included? Please let me know! I'd love to expand this list. :)

[naufragee-apres-l-accident]

3057, Jour 108 aa

(huit de trèfle)

Et si tout ce merdier n'était qu'un rêve? Ou une hallucination? Je n'ai pas revu le dragon depuis...

L'incendie de la forêt de pins si j'en crois mon journal. Ca fait un moment. Est-ce que les pins émettaient une substance psychotrope? Est-ce que c'est mon propre trauma qui me fait imaginer des choses pour donner du sens à ma situation? L'incendie étaient bien réel, ça j'en suis sûre. J'ai des cicatrice de brûlures là où quelques goûtes de résine ont touché ma peau.

Non mais vous y croyez-vous, hypothétique lecteur du futur ? Un foutu dragon? Une complète impossibilité biologique? Mais c'est sûre, je déraille...

Et Codi? Est-ce que j'ai imaginé notre amitié? Je veux dire, elle a visiblement décidé de rester avec moi, mais à quel point ses sentiments sont analogues à ceux d'un être humain? Ca me parait incroyable.

Et même la cabane de Yan, et les secours? Est-ce que je n'ai pas simplement imaginé tout ça? Je suis actuellement perdue en pleine forêt, et je n'ai pas eu de contact avec l'un ou les autres depuis... Ce qui ressemble à une éternité. Même Codi n'est pas là actuellement car elle est partie chasser.

Ceci sera probablement ma dernière entrée dans ce journal. D'une part parce que je ne suis plus sûre du tout de l'intérêt de cet exercice. Mais d'une manière plus prosaïque, il me reste 1% de batterie. Je ne pense pas que j'arriverais à rallumer cette tablette demain.

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[aldhar-ibn-beju]

A recipe for blackstone beer á la Thrór's curse

Greetings, lovers of fine beverages and many a good drop. Today we delve deep into the sick world of the mad dwarf king. Some claim Thorin Oakenshield's grandfather was possessed by dragon sickness, but the ancient writings of the sage Raldha of Ejub from Gelsum - also known as Mordor Minor - prove that the royal craziness possessed a miraculous correlation with the consumption of Morgul-Psilos. However, his drug-savvy majesty had even more fun in the head than with the miracle mushrooms and occasional lucid moments exclusively when drinking blackstone beer, which was reserved only for the noble members of Durin's gender.

As we all know, at the end of the Fourth Age, the dwarves went mad because a powerful sorcerer called Primus Amazonias Idioticus forced upon them a mind-numbing spectacle called 'The Rings of Power'. Eventually they made the most stupid and incompetent their leaders, destroyed their high-tech forges and, through all manner of folly, their prosperity. In the end, they stuck themselves in their mines to demonstrate against global warming under the earth and thus transferred themselves united into dwarf heaven.

But enough of the history lesson, let's now get down to the preparation of the Blackstone Beer. We need the following ingredients from the shop of the Druid of Tingeltangel (today's offer is a free 'Dulldwarf' branded pointed cap only for a mega-small handling fee of a measly £99.99):

- 5 litres of beer (stout, porter or a mix of both)

- 1 litre of whiskey (the Druid recommends Laphroaig with a minimum age of 10 years)

- 0.5 litres of mulled wine (but please not the cheap stuff from Shiddl or similar food abusers)

- Peel of 2 lemons

- 200 g 'magic mushrooms' from your local chemist. Okay, if you're not keen on studying jailology and don't want to run a bit afoul of current law, you can also replace the magic mushrooms with the same amount of cranberries, but they should be soaked in 250 ml vodka (at least Smirnov) a day before.

- 1-2 teaspoons cardamom

- 2-3 cloves

- a pinch of black pepper

- 250 g obsidian

If you are too stingy to finance our needy and climate-loving druid's next Bali holiday, you can also buy the ingredients elsewhere.

First of all, let's dig out the magnificent jug of the great kings of the dwarf kingdom from the royal junk room. If this is unfortunately not available, the druid of Tingeltangel offers you the model 'Moria Deluxe' in his shop, which was produced completely climate neutrally by industrious Indian orphans for the fair price of 50 cents, for only a tiny £9999.99. If you do not want to support the selfless druid in his development work of his fortune, simply offer a suitable container with a capacity of at least 8 litres.

Normally, suitable courtiers would now supervise the production process of the delicious swill, but since they unfortunately live in the dwarf graveyard at the moment, as many garden gnomes as possible - if necessary, you can steal them from the stuffy neighbour, but please none that ride a wutz (Palatine for a truffle-loving proboscis animal) - should be distributed in the kitchen regarding the ambience.

Now fill the energetic gems (obsidian) and the whiskey into the jug. Stir according to an old custom in honour of the seven dwarf gods the mixture for 7 minutes with a suitable utensil - you don't have an original dwarf axe(?), you can also get it from the druid as the brand 'Gimli's Shame' for only £999.99. Now add the beer by the litre and stir the noble drink for 77 seconds each. Do not forget to make an appointment with your therapist or take your psychotropic drugs before continuing the process.

Then we send a suicide squad of volunteer heroes with a short life expectancy from the tribe of militaristic 'dimwits' into the mines of Moria to get Balin's Cauldron for the mad king. Let's leave the druid out of it this time, we don't want to make one-sided advertisements in an attitude journalistic manner. So we quickly get an ordinary saucepan and fill it with the mulled wine, which we now heat up on medium heat until it reaches a temperature of 77° C. Now we add cloves. Now we add cloves, cardamom and pepper and let the mixture simmer for 7 minutes.

While the mulled wine cools down afterwards, we use the time to cut the lemon peels into the smallest possible pieces - in memory of the ritual slaughter of hobbits by the mad dwarf king during the brewing process to appease the gods of the Morgul-Psilos. Then we put the cut-up hobbits (citron peels) with the miracle mushrooms (cranberries) into a mortar and pound them - well, how do you think?- for 7 minutes.

To crown it all, we combine all the components with the brew in the ceremonial jug and stir the mixture for seven minutes. Afterwards, the delicious potion should be kept in a cool, sinister dungeon for 77 minutes to refine the flavour, while his psychologically deviant majesty cruelly tortures recalcitrant high elves for pleasure. Less insane people can, of course, keep the blackstone beer in the fridge instead.

Cheers then

© 2023 Q.A.Juyub

[juyub]

A recipe for blackstone beer á la Thrór's curse

Greetings, lovers of fine beverages and many a good drop. Today we delve deep into the sick world of the mad dwarf king. Some claim Thorin Oakenshield's grandfather was possessed by dragon sickness, but the ancient writings of the sage Raldha of Ejub from Gelsum - also known as Mordor Minor - prove that the royal craziness possessed a miraculous correlation with the consumption of Morgul-Psilos. However, his drug-savvy majesty had even more fun in the head than with the miracle mushrooms and occasional lucid moments exclusively when drinking blackstone beer, which was reserved only for the noble members of Durin's gender.

As we all know, at the end of the Fourth Age, the dwarves went mad because a powerful sorcerer called Primus Amazonias Idioticus forced upon them a mind-numbing spectacle called 'The Rings of Power'. Eventually they made the most stupid and incompetent their leaders, destroyed their high-tech forges and, through all manner of folly, their prosperity. In the end, they stuck themselves in their mines to demonstrate against global warming under the earth and thus transferred themselves united into dwarf heaven.

But enough of the history lesson, let's now get down to the preparation of the Blackstone Beer. We need the following ingredients from the shop of the Druid of Tingeltangel (today's offer is a free 'Dulldwarf' branded pointed cap only for a mega-small handling fee of a measly £99.99):

- 5 litres of beer (stout, porter or a mix of both)

- 1 litre of whiskey (the Druid recommends Laphroaig with a minimum age of 10 years)

- 0.5 litres of mulled wine (but please not the cheap stuff from Shiddl or similar food abusers)

- Peel of 2 lemons

- 200 g 'magic mushrooms' from your local chemist. Okay, if you're not keen on studying jailology and don't want to run a bit afoul of current law, you can also replace the magic mushrooms with the same amount of cranberries, but they should be soaked in 250 ml vodka (at least Smirnov) a day before.

- 1-2 teaspoons cardamom

- 2-3 cloves

- a pinch of black pepper

- 250 g obsidian

If you are too stingy to finance our needy and climate-loving druid's next Bali holiday, you can also buy the ingredients elsewhere.

First of all, let's dig out the magnificent jug of the great kings of the dwarf kingdom from the royal junk room. If this is unfortunately not available, the druid of Tingeltangel offers you the model 'Moria Deluxe' in his shop, which was produced completely climate neutrally by industrious Indian orphans for the fair price of 50 cents, for only a tiny £9999.99. If you do not want to support the selfless druid in his development work of his fortune, simply offer a suitable container with a capacity of at least 8 litres.

Normally, suitable courtiers would now supervise the production process of the delicious swill, but since they unfortunately live in the dwarf graveyard at the moment, as many garden gnomes as possible - if necessary, you can steal them from the stuffy neighbour, but please none that ride a wutz (Palatine for a truffle-loving proboscis animal) - should be distributed in the kitchen regarding the ambience.

Now fill the energetic gems (obsidian) and the whiskey into the jug. Stir according to an old custom in honour of the seven dwarf gods the mixture for 7 minutes with a suitable utensil - you don't have an original dwarf axe(?), you can also get it from the druid as the brand 'Gimli's Shame' for only £999.99. Now add the beer by the litre and stir the noble drink for 77 seconds each. Do not forget to make an appointment with your therapist or take your psychotropic drugs before continuing the process.

Then we send a suicide squad of volunteer heroes with a short life expectancy from the tribe of militaristic 'dimwits' into the mines of Moria to get Balin's Cauldron for the mad king. Let's leave the druid out of it this time, we don't want to make one-sided advertisements in an attitude journalistic manner. So we quickly get an ordinary saucepan and fill it with the mulled wine, which we now heat up on medium heat until it reaches a temperature of 77° C. Now we add cloves. Now we add cloves, cardamom and pepper and let the mixture simmer for 7 minutes.

While the mulled wine cools down afterwards, we use the time to cut the lemon peels into the smallest possible pieces - in memory of the ritual slaughter of hobbits by the mad dwarf king during the brewing process to appease the gods of the Morgul-Psilos. Then we put the cut-up hobbits (citron peels) with the miracle mushrooms (cranberries) into a mortar and pound them - well, how do you think?- for 7 minutes.

To crown it all, we combine all the components with the brew in the ceremonial jug and stir the mixture for seven minutes. Afterwards, the delicious potion should be kept in a cool, sinister dungeon for 77 minutes to refine the flavour, while his psychologically deviant majesty cruelly tortures recalcitrant high elves for pleasure. Less insane people can, of course, keep the blackstone beer in the fridge instead.

Cheers then

© 2023 Q.A.Juyub

[kudosmyhero]

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (IDW) #12: Shadows of the Past - part 4

Read Date: September 19, 2022 Cover Date: July 2012 ● Writer: Kevin Eastman ◦ Tom Waltz ● Art: Dan Duncan ● Colorist: Ronda Pattison ● Letterer: Shawn Lee ● Editor: Bobby Curnow ●

Synopsis: Angel and a few Purple Dragons show Casey and the Turtles where one of the Foot Clan's hideouts is. Raphael asks if the Purple Dragons are sure they don't want to get involved, but they say they already have enough heat on them with the Foot Clan expanding their territory all over the city.

Inside, Master Splinter fights Oroku Saki, the Shredder. Splinter is exhausted after a long night and is nearly finished, but he manages to gather his strength, thinking back to his past life and how Oroku Saki took his wife and children away from him. He will not let this second chance be wasted. He rallies and continues the fight, but eventually the Shredder defeats him. Saki is about to finish him off when suddenly a Foot ninja comes flying through the window and knocks him down, followed shortly by the four Turtles and Casey Jones. A huge battle ensues, with Casey and the Turtles battling the Shredder, Karai, Alopex and a legion of Foot ninjas. During the fight, Shredder overhears Michelangelo call Splinter "father", and realizes that the turtles are Splinter's sons reincarnated. Donatello finds Splinter and tries to get him to safety, but Shredder zeroes in on him. As Shredder is about to attack Leonardo jumps in and parries the blow. Splinter tells Leonardo that their only hope is to work together and fight as one. The Shredder tells the Turtles that their master is beaten and if they have any hope of surviving they should join the Foot Clan. As Donatello, Michelangelo, and Raphael fight Shredder, Casey and Leonardo continue trying to get Splinter out safely. The large Foot ninja Splinter fought earlier is about to attack them when he's knocked out by Angel. She tells Casey that this may not be Purple Dragon business, but she owes Casey. Casey and Angel get Splinter outside. The Turtles take on Shredder together and are finally able to defeat him and return home.

General Krang express his continued disappointment to Baxter Stockman. Stockman assures him that the rat will be captured again and the psychotropic compound retrieved. Hob concurs, saying that the next time he finds Splinter he'll take care of the job himself. Stockman says that's not going to happen, as Hob is fired; he shoots Hob in the chest. Krang is not impressed. He asks Stockman again about the samples taken from Hob's blood and Stockman assures him they have plenty. Krang orders one of his men to tranquilize Stockman and bring him aboard his plane.

At the antique shop, Casey and the Turtles thank Angel again for helping them while Splinter rests on the couch. As Angel leaves, April arrives. She goes to see Splinter on the couch and begins to cry. Splinter wakes and asks her why she's crying; she smiles and says it's because she was afraid she wouldn't be able to thank him for saving her life.

(https://turtlepedia.fandom.com/wiki/Shadows_of_the_Past,_part_4)

Fan Art: Raphael and Casey Jones by gadgetwk by Kenkira

[hriobzagelthewanderer]

Closer inspection of the man's stew - though it partly wanted to resemble some variation of a moderately thick creamy soup - would reveal more of the ingredients involved... hints of onion, garlic, allspice, and something resembling Oregano within the Caraway seeds' aroma, what looked like croutons of a lighter rye variety, bits of Fly Amaritia - albeit faded and well-cooked, likely to ensure anything psychotropic was well neutralized - sliced into thin slivers, chunks of what looked like pork sausage, scrambled eggs, and finely diced bits of carrot were all carefully mixed and stirred in...

...and yet even then that was not all, for outside the kettle itself, on and around the same cooking-fire Hriob worked at, several potatoes were being carefully roasted, being turned every so often to maintain their even golden-brown coloring, and a couple pots far more strongly gave off the heady aroma of Rye and Sourdough as steam occasionally escaped from their lids... a rather complicated, if complete, meal was being prepared here; suitable for a hearty breakfast if all things were to be considered, but not unfitting for any other meal at other times of day.

"...ah, well, it may be that, but this recipe is not strictly hers - she learned it when she was a child herself, from the one who invented Kyselo originally, then taught me the family recipe she learned when I was a child in turn. It might seem like just some over-glorified hybrid of stew and oatmeal, but these things are special; Foods that double as traditions passed on from parent to child - adopted or otherwise - and helping to connect the present to the past, and hopefully to the future as well... though I will not spill all my secrets for this personal concoction, you are welcome to a bowl if you wish; the potatoes are added to taste by each person once they have their bowl served."

He smiled for a moment, lost between memories even as his hands kept moving- checking the pots, to confirm that the bread within had fully risen before taking them out and scooping out large bowls from them, collecting all the potatoes after one last inspection onto a nearby plate, then ladling out one such bowl-full of the Kyselo before adding a couple of the potatoes on top- setting aside the bowl for himself before looking inquisitively at his Guest - both in regards to the food and to the topic of conversation at hand.

"...As for the offer, I do wish for you to think it over, but not to Over-think it: I do not intend to advertise wildly, nor integrate too heavily with other courts save a few strong allies, such as my fellow Lord, Alexander... and while many have human guises or forms, none of my Court thus far are all that 'normal'... in fact, quite a number count as 'Monsters' in their own right- there is more than one Dragon already with us, to start, though nothing of Alexander's temperament thus far for better or worse. If you are concerned about your heritage or appearance, I promise neither would be detrimental or ill-received by the other Court Members thus far; we are more concerned with talent and character than anything so superficial- if anything else that would be a large part of the point of this whole venture for myself."

She had a habit of remaining ever observant but never actually going out of her bubble to interact with other people. She's known Hriob for a while but her aloof tendancies has kept her from actually interacting with the guy. Which was a shame, through offering to make his outfit... forcing him to let her make his outfit, she found he was a pretty agreeable person! Which is very contrarian to some of their only previous meetings.

"Cooking tae honor tae mot'er. Very aptly tender." She mused looking over his pot of stew. It looked good, smelled good, what ever he was doing he knew it well enough. It was a specific smell, rye? Carroway? What else could she smell?

"T'en ah guess t'at ah should nae beh tae surprised t'at yer so well acquainted as a chef. Ah'm impressed, ah dinnae expect it. Whoot are ye making lad?" The monster asked only after he managed to get a taste test in.

".... eh?" The amalgamation chirped out into the still air. A confused note wove its way through her tone. "Well it started out as social. T'ere are plenty o' magic fonts and fae rings in meh woods after all so a figured why note visit oone o' tae moost curious lads ah know boot. Um? Are ye sure ye want meh? Ah doon't doubt yer decision making boot... ah doon't know how a monster is going tae fair in public... anyt'ing really."

[darksilvania]

The 5 Lakes of the Underworld fakemons

**Be warned, this is a very long post**

After the main story is finished and you have become the regional Kroel champion you will have access to new missions and sidequests, most coming from Neo-Kroel main research center. One of this special missions requires you to investigate the underground lakes of Kroel, 5 lakes deep under the earth that have conditions were life shouldnt exist, yet each one has a unique species of pokemon living in them.

The 5 lakes are at the bottom level of different caves you would have came across during your travel, but before becoming a champion you should not be able to enter their lowest level. everytime you try going in there a warning saying "its too dangerous to go down" stopping you. Once you accept the mission, the researchers will give you a special suit that allows you to go down, as well as one for your pokemon, similar to the suit your receive in Omega Ruby/Alpha Saphire when fighting the legendaries.

This 5 lakes are based on the 5 lakes of the underworld in greek mythology

The first lake is one where the water has turn to acid, due to a high concentration of iron altering the waters pH, the acid releases toxic fumes that fill up the caves air and some of it has leaked into the floor above. This cave represents the Rive Styx from the greek underworld. The pokemon inhabiting this lake is based on a Hagfish (Myxini glutinosa) and it's a Water/Poison type, its body is covered in a very toxic mucus that protect it from the harmful acid, but can be very harmful for other pokemons.

The second lake is one where the presence of a very rare form ol fungi has given the water psychotropic properties, the air in this cave alone can cause very strong hallucinations and the water can do sever damage to the brain, causing even memory loss. This lake represents the River Lethe from the greek underworld.  The pokemon inhabitting this lake is based on the Glass Octopus (Vitreledonella richardi) and it's a Water/Psychic type. This pokemon has managed to survive thanks to the large size of its brain, who not only is not damaged by the water but has used it to increase its extrasenssorial abilities.

The third lake is one where the water has become Anoxic, this means water has lost its oxygen, and fish shouldnt be able to breathe in it. The whole enviroment of the cave has a very thin air, which makes harder to breath even outside water. This lake representes the river Acheron from the Greek underworld. The pokemon inhabiting this lake is based on the Spookfish, also known as long nosed chimera (Rhinochimaera pacifica), and it's Water/Ghost type. This pokemon is actually the ghost of the original pokemon who occupied the lake before the water turned anoxic, unable to adapt quickly enough they all died, and their souls possesed their old skins

The fouth lake is one where water has become Supercooled, which means it has reached temperatures below the freezing point without actually freezing. The cave in general is too cold, with ice in every surface. This lake represents the river Cocytus from the greek underworld. The pokemon inhabiting this lake is based on the Terrible Claw Lobster (Dinochelus ausubeli), and it's a Water/Ice type. It uses its chainsaw like pincer to cut through the ice, with its body covered in a hard, protective armor. Despite its looks it feeds on a special type of moss that grows beneath the ice.

And the fifth lake is one where the water has become Superheated, which means water that has reached temperatures above the boiling point without actually boiling. The heat in this cave is extreme, with all surfaces reaching temperatures above 100° C. This lake represents the river Phlegeton from the greek underworld. The pokemon inhabiting this lake is based in the Black Dragonfish (Idiacanthus atlanticus), and it's a Dragon/Fire type, the only one of this pokemon that is not a water type. Its hard scales protect him from the scalding water, and it can create flames that can burn even underwater.

I still need to think in their abilities and names and all that, but hope this works as an interesting read

[bogleech]

what do you think about the existence of parasites in Pokemon? Someone in a server I was in was saying Pokemon don't need parasites to exist because Pokemon are magical, and I think that's stupid. I'd imagine parasites to be regular animals, at least for my verse where regular animals exist, but it could be interesting to have some parasitic Pokemon...

I have no idea what they'd mean about magic. Pokemon already have to feed on other Pokemon all the time, and many are confirmed to feed non-lethally (the broadest definition of parasitism) by draining energy or outright sucking blood: Zubat, Buzzwole, Eelektross, many ghost types and many grass types. I'm also not sure how they're forgetting Paras and Parasect, which are completely controlled by a true parasitic organism living in their bodies. If it wasn't always a Pokemon, the fungus became permanently integrated into its Pokemon host, but it's more likely the fungus is a species of grass type Pokemon itself since it evolves, it uses grass attacks, and it even speaks Pokemon language :)

Another canon parasite is Nihilego, actually the first Pokemon explicitly referred to as one in its official descriptions and its title, which is able to feed on and enslave any lifeform with a brain by injecting psychotropic venom. Official artwork has it taking over a Pikachu:

Also, its Japanese name has nothing to do with "ticks" and it doesn't normally have to do this, but one anime episode has Pikachu getting sick because a Joltik has been attached to him and siphoning away his electricity:

Finally, settings with "magic" also have parasites anyway! Some more obscure Dungeons and Dragons literature has parasitic worms and lice that feed on magic itself, even; if any kind of energy source is produced by a living thing, both predators and parasites will evolve to exploit it, but mainly parasites. There are way, way more parasites on Earth than predators.

[kneamet]

amore amore

Trigger Warning: angst, obsession, drabble

Word Count: 608

Character: curt wild/reader

amore amore

The dirty club — the name of which hardly anyone would have remembered — greeted visitors with a loud sound from rattling speakers, dancing people sprinkled with sequins, vomit on the floor in the corners of the room, bright lighting. The green walls are covered with numerous low-quality posters of rock stars — sticking out their tongues and showing guitars — in black leather jackets, as well as strange red drawings that seemed to be drawn by stoned drug addicts.

Sweat was pouring down from Curt's hot body — it was stuffy. Being stripped to the waist, still wearing blue worn jeans, Curt closes the dressing room door and there is a click — the light turns on and the latch rattles. He takes off the strange collar that hung around his neck for a couple of hours and throws it somewhere to the side — now Curt is not interested in how he performed. In his mind, drugged with highs and screams of visitors, there is only one thing — you.

With a light sigh, still unable to calm the increased heartbeat, he steps with his bare feet to his beloved star, not paying attention to the fact that he stepped on something sharp and hugs you. Pulling closer, he kisses on the lips, but does not feel the answer. He looks at her, hears all the charm with his eyes even at this moment; Curt could not stop enjoying his beautiful star. She is incredible, she saved him at the moment when his hands dropped and his veins were filled with only heroin.

He walked the paths of psychotropics, was about to go crazy; the walls of the house, brothel and alienation of people pressed, as if in the mouth of a dragon.

Brian opened the way for him to his Emerald City — glasses were beating after midnight, he celebrated a successful performance with Slade — it  make a splash, the manager told them. Curt was surrounded by beautiful girls, but no one attracted his attention; in the middle of namelessness and strangers (what was he doing here anyway?) — she became close to him, his star... Sneakers continued to wear off on the floor, a pack of Rothmans stuck out in the pockets of her jeans, she was pretentiously smoking a cigarette, standing in the corner of a huge room. He did not dare to approach her, watched from afar.

He was ordered to love, but to love is disgusting. Brian was empty, but behaved like an prince. He clapped his hands when Curt slammed the door, mocked and laughed — "go to your junkies!” he said after him. Curt studied to live alone in the dark, but he never managed. Was weak, doubted. At the moment when the bottom swallowed him, she appeared. The smoke was dissipating before his eyes, he would never fix what he had done during his lifetime, but now she is his salvation, his love, his asterisk, his death, his addiction.

“My star...”

He called her, but got no answer. His cold heart was warmed, and now he was kneeling in front of her. Curt spoke with naive phrases, the songs continued to play, and he smeared the green antiseptic chickenpox — an infection from first love, but the wound did not hurt anymore. Eternity had no love, love had no taste.

They were like Paolo and Francesco, Othello, Desdemona and everything like that, — his star said. Сurt could be a monster, but he sincerely tried to be good. His life with Brian was tedious tales, but only with a cute star he felt love.

There was no love without illness.

Curt continued to live in castles in the air.

i remember that i have been promising the third part of ewan mcgregor's characters for a long time and writing a fic on mark renton, but i still cant find the strength, only on drabbles. sorry to disappoint, but so far only so, im sorry

[strewbi]

Drunk-Demon: Book 1. Cinnamon Hotpepper is a spice farmer from a family of spice farmers in the fantasy Bayou. She lives under the protection of the goddess of a state religion who keeps them safe from demons, and one night after coming home from the tavern a giant rampaging demon lands in her cinnamon field. When the demon threatens her family, EXTREMELY RELUCTANT HERO, Cinnamon embarks on a journey to save demons everywhere, evade The Chosen Ones and the goddess, and fall in love.

Yeet-Potion: Book 2. In a world after demons have been saved By Cinnamon and her friends, local fantasy Bayou cheesemonger and erotic novella fan, Brie is just trying to mind her business. After a scuffle at the local tavern, Cinnamon’s werewolf friend gets doused with a love potion right as he’s realizing that Brie is his One True Mate. Meanwhile high priests of the old religion are attempting to enslave demons once again. Armed with the power of a talking sword and encyclopedic knowledge of weird sexy romance novels, Brie might be the one who has to put a stop to all this.

Drunk-Human: Book 3. Cherry has been held captive by a sad dragon for years. She went through puberty in her tower and roaming the surrounding island. When ANOTHER dragon crash lands, what’s a lady to do but maybe try and…gently… convince the hot new dragon to save her from the island…with the use of locally sourced psychotropics?

The new Kimberly Lemming book covers are so pretty!!! I loved the old ones, it’s so inspiring that she made them herself when she was self publishing and they’ll always have a place in my heart. These ones make me feel like I’m at like, the book fair for grown ups.

If you’ve always said to yourself, “gosh I wish black people in fantasy could just be out here having a cool fun time without cultural trauma, and I also wish they got hot monster love interests” black authors have heard you and the genre kicks ass.

[redeyeingirs]

Based in Uraraka's reaction in the last chapter... she has never seen a dragon before right? She seemed pretty convinced she was going to get eaten.

Do feathered-dragons exist?

And... that incident where Izuku was kidnapped, ... is common for dragons being hunted down for rich and powerful people or something?

Like, they become exotic pets or get valuable stuff out of their bodies?

Uraraka had never met dragons in person before and certainly didn't expect to do so during a school assignment.

Dragons can have feathers as a manifestation of a quirk.

Someone wrote in his book: "A dragon is either a villain or a victim of villains." Keeping a dragon as a pet is irrational, extremely expensive for money and absolutely illegal. Most often, dragons become victims of large networks of slavers and require a lot of money for their maintenance outside the will. Deterrent properties require alloys made of various materials that can withstand prolonged exposure to heat, as well as psychotropic and sedative agents to suppress intelligence. Of course, all this is not cheap, and it's quite difficult to keep a dragon just like that.

There is a popular entertainment among underground groups. There are quite a few people who want to watch the dragons tear or burn the desperately resisting prisoners. A peculiar method of execution. A more expensive show is a battle between two dragons. Many people come to watch and place bets on such fights. This is popular in all criminal circles, but it is considered an expensive pleasure.

You can also profit from the bodies of dragons. The scales are fire-resistant and cost a lot of money. In addition, dragon scale suits are worn by those who directly interact with the dragon. Of course, more beautiful and bright patterns are appreciated more. During molting, the skin loses its color, so it can be removed ahead of time. Dragon teeth are used to create jewelry. Excellent armor-piercing bullets are made from dragon bones, which are also extremely expensive and are prohibited from production and distribution at the legislative level.

[trixcuomo]

Daily Writing Challenge Day 2, Wander/Blame

Let my OC introduce you to another of my OCs!

Trixany: My next guest on Daily Mail Dalaran LIVE! with Explosions Sponsored by Kaja-Cola Tropical Blast: Hear the Rainbow, Now with Less-Psychotropic Kajamite... Phew! What a mouthful. It's a good thing I get paid to say all that and pretend to care... Anyway! Today's theme is wandering blame. Or, wander and blame. I can't really read that cue card. But let's welcome our next guest to the show!

Trixany: Thanks to my amazing Horde B celebrity connections, we have an actual, real-life dragon right here in the studio! And he's cute, too. Everyone, please welcome Vandalstasz!

Audience: *terrified screams and shoving as everyone tries to run from their seats*

Vandalstrasz: *contained rage* Well, look at that. I thought I was here to talk about my fashion line as a master tailor, but I do believe my cover as a mortal has been blown.

Trixany: Haha! Of course we outed you as a red dragon. This is a gossip show sponsored by the two worst companies Azeroth has ever seen. I'm only even hosting as part of a settlement with DMD and Kaja-Cola Corp. Didn't you know? *she arches a clever platinum blonde eyebrow* In your infinite dragon wisdom.

Vandalstrasz: ... No. I did not.

Audience: *collective dramatic gasp*

Trixany: Welp. Them's the brakes. So tell us all about yourself, Vandal. How do wandering and blame come into the secret double-life of a dragon?

Red-tinted, evil-looking footage of Vandalstrasz walking around a city in a finely-tailored suit starts to play on the screen.

Vandalstrasz: Well first off I, usually, like to go by the name Vandal Dragonblight. Oh, look. There I am up on the screen, walking to my tailoring shop in Silvermoon but in slow-motion like some Goblin mafioso.

Trixany: Dragonblight? Rather obvious last name for a secret dragon.

Vandalstrasz: True. I guess being exposed as a dragon was inevitable. I mean, have you seen me? I have an absolute right to be very, very vain. *he stands up, shows off his sharp red suit, and the audience wolf whistles*

Trixany: Mhrm, mhrm. I'm feelin' it. Dark skin, and with fiery orange hair. That slots in with tall, dark and handsome I'd say.

Vandalstrasz: For years, I wandered across the realm, wanting to blame someone for my personal trials as a red dragon.

Trixany: Nicely done. I like how quickly you got our keywords out of the way.

Vandalstrasz: *winks and fingerguns* Anytime, dollface. But, the truth is, the shame and frustration of being a young red dragon wyrm, a direct spawn of the Life-binder, knowing all that befell Alexstrasza, and yet still being compelled by compassionate forces beyond me that are deeper than my instinct, blazing deep in the marrow of my bones, the simultaneous hatred-and-hope for mortals is a part of me. I can never excise that eerie, comingled feeling that's so hard to define, from my very being--

Trixany: Hopetred.

Vandalstrasz: What?

Trixany: Or, hate-hope? Hape? Uh, hold on. I think I got this...

Vandalstrasz: What are you doing! Are you busy trying to invent a new word, you pissable mortal ant, while I'm busy pouring out my soul??

Trixany: Oh, ouch. Wow. Well, someone has a fiery hot temper.

Vandalstrasz: Red dragons tend to. I was even just trying to explain how painful it is to be so powerful, yet compelled to be so gentle with the natural crises mortals cause. It's a delicate balance, actually, like a mother lion picking up her cub in powerful jaws. Living among mortals is so difficult. There are days I pray that I never fully lose myself to the boiling rage inside--

Trixany: Shush. I'm a Horde B celeb, remember? I'm busy trying to get you a new, cool catchphrase.

Vandalstrasz: *even more contained rage, he digs his red nails into the white leather couch*

Trixany: Hate... hope... uh... maybe it needs to be a whole sentence.

Vandalstrasz: May I at least finish my story? The very tale you sought me out to share? *golden eyes now blazing*

Trixany: You'd think I'd be good at this. I have a pet baby dragon at home that I keep in a shoe box. I have to make up excuses for little Nautistrasz all the time.

Vandalstrasz: You... keep what?? A precious little baby, of my own kin... Lives like a mere pet? IN A SHOEBOX??

Trixany: Nautistrasz is pure evil. He burned a hole through the wall, blasted into my neighbor's apartment. He deserves to be stuck in a shoe box whenever I leave the house. Well, I say shoe box to be polite, but it's really an iron-bound chest with no air holes for him to start fires. Obviously.

Vandalstrasz: You! I can't even--

Trixany: That's it! I got it. But you have to say it just like that, 'I can't even' with that same sass... 'Hate my hope.' Go ahead, try it on.

Vandalstrasz: *simmering* Hate my... hope.

Trixany: With feeling! Then we get the money shot, it gets recorded live on my show, and whenever you use it after that, Vandal, I'll totally get royalties.

Vandalstrasz: Impudent mortal. *he seethes, and black smoke passes between his elven fangs, but again he gives in to compassion and he restrains himself* Perhaps I will do so, but on one condition. You will release that pure, innocent dragon baby into my charge so that I may raise him away from you, to have a free life of dignity and respect. No more shoeboxes, no more iron-clad chests without even holes for the poor living creature to breathe through! I'd say that thousands of gold in exchange for an innocent dragon life who never deserved it is a more than fair trade. Alright?

Trixany: ...

Vandalstrasz: ... ...

Audience: *cringing, all at the edge of their seats*

Trixany: Uh. Haris Pilton only got rid of her little dog because he went out of style. Therefore, I can only get rid of little Nauti if he stops being cute or stops earning me big bucks or sympathy, which are really the same thing. Sorry hun, celebrity rules reign on planet DMD. *crosses her legs* You're pretty slow on the uptake, aren't you?

Vandalstrasz: *stands, rages, finally combusts into a large ruby wyrm dragon that almost fills the studio with his sheer size, then blasts the stage, then the audience with purging orange flame*

Audience: *screaming while roasted alive*

Trixany: *ducks behind a burning white leather couch, shouts over the thunderous roar of the conflagration* Say it, come on, say it! Punk! You coward! Your mother was an ogre!

Vandalstrasz: You think I choose not to, because I cannot? You think a mighty son of Alexstrasza herself incapable? I, too, am a life-binder. I do as I please! *stomps around, chasing and eating people*

Trixany: *to the camera man* Stay on him, get the damned shot.

Vandalstrasz: Hate my... HOOOOOPE!!

Trixany: Yes!! Royalties!

@daily-writing-challenge

[naufragee-apres-l-accident]

3057, Jour 50 aa

(trois de pique)

J'ai été un peu occupé dernièrement. Je n'irais pas dans les détails parce que si je reprends ce journal c'est à cause... Je ne suis toujours pas sûre que je ce n'étais pas une hallucination. Avant d'entrer dans le vif du sujet, et pour en revenir à ce que j'ai fais depuis ma dernière note il y a presque un mois, j'ai appris énormément en travail du bois, en construction et j'ai encore beaucoup à apprendre en plomberie. Je déteste la plomberie. J'ai également trouvé une plante légèrement psychotrope quand je la mâche. Les effets secondaires sont toujours difficiles à déterminés.

Bref, aujourd'hui j'ai vu un dragon.

Je sais, je sais, je suis docteur en xénobiologie, vous n'avez pas besoin de me dire à quel point c'est ridicule. Même si ma spécialité est la botanique.

Et je sais ce que vous pensez, mais non, ça n'a rien à voir avec la plante psychotrope dont j'ai parlé en préambule. Déjà parce que les effets de la plante en question sont plutôt de l'ordre de la déformation des images, les couleurs bavent un peu, les odeurs deviennent plus nettes, les sons étouffés... En tous cas, rien qui ressemble à une hallucination cohérente. Et surtout je n'en ai pas encore pris aujourd'hui. J'en prend le soir pour me détendre avant de dormir. (ce qui est peut être aussi une raison pour lesquelles je n'ai pas écrit grand chose depuis un mois, maintenant que j'y pense...)

Bref derechef, le dragon.

Pour résumer : C'est une énorme bestiole, qui vole malgré des ailes absolument pas suffisamment grande pour la supporter, et elle crache... des boules... de fucking... fire. Je pense donc que l'appellation "dragon" n'est pas usurpée. A côté de ça, l'animal a trois yeux, quatre pâtes, les ailes sont aux nombres de deux, plus une nageoire de queue qui semble aussi lui servir en vole pour se propulser. Il est pourvu d’écailles et de plumes très colorés, du vert au bleu, et du noir que je soupçonne de plus en plus être de ultra-violet.

Je l'ai vu rôtir et attrapé en vole une des créatures volantes dont je parlais jour 11 aa, et l'avaler en deux coup de mâchoire. Je ne me risquerais pas à faire une estimation de sa taille, mais ça donne une vague idée.

Franchement, j'espère juste que j'ai rêvé éveillé. Ma maison est en plein milieu de ce qui ressemble terriblement à une forêt de pins. Donc une énorme créature volante qui crache du feu en vu de chez moi, comprenez que ça me mette un poil mal à l'aise. Surtout que j'ai toujours pas fini de raccordé un semblant d'eau courante.

J'espère que les secours arriveront bientôt. Je commence à envisager les choses à trop long termes. [[Première Entrée]]

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[ao3feed--bughead]

by SouthsideSerpentPrincess22

There Is a new dangerous drug going around that makes you have sex with the first person you see whether that person wants It or not. Then It makes you hurt your victim more and eventually kill them. All It takes Is some whispering In the ear after the drug knocks the person out and you forget who you are and everyone you know. Thanks to a new evil gang In town called The Dragons FP gets forced fed the drug and his victim ends up being his own son. Can FP snap out of It before he kills his son? If so can they both get through what happened to them? On top of all that Penny Peabody Is back wanting to hurt Jughead for what his mom did to him and Chic Is back and wants to hurt Alice and Betty by hurting Jughead.

Words: 6179, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Riverdale (TV 2017)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con

Categories: M/M

Characters: Jughead Jones, FP Jones II, Alice Cooper (Archie Comics), Penny Peabody, Betty Cooper

Relationships: FP Jones II & Jughead Jones, FP Jones II/Jughead Jones, Jughead Jones/Kurtz, Chic (Riverdale) & Jughead Jones, Alice Cooper & Jughead Jones, Betty Cooper/Jughead Jones, Alice Cooper/FP Jones II

Additional Tags: Nightmares, Panic Attacks, Seizures, Incest, Parent/Child Incest, Protective FP Jones II, FP Jones II tries, Good Parent FP Jones II, FP Jones II's A+ Parenting, Worried FP Jones II, Hurt FP Jones II, Southside Serpent Jughead Jones, Jughead Jones Needs a Hug, Hurt Jughead Jones, FP Jones crying, Jughead Jones crying, Jughead Jones nightmares, Jughead Jones seizures, Jughead Jones panic attacks, Jughead Jones raped, Rape/Non-con Elements, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Rape, Rape Recovery, Rape Aftermath, Father/Son Incest, Implied/Referenced Incest, incest rape, Torture, Implied/Referenced Torture, Psychological Torture, Aftermath of Torture, Blood and Torture, Jughead Jones torture, Drugs, Drugs Made Them Do It, References to Drugs, Psychotropic Drugs, Hospitalization, Hospitals, Depression, Jughead Jones in the hospital, Jughead Jones depression, FP Jones depression, falice - Freeform, SouthsideSerpents, Drowning, overhydration, STD, FP Jones sings, Charles Smith Riverdale, Sick Jughead Jones, Alice Cooper loves Jughead Jones, Marriage Proposal, Marriage, Falice marriage, Bad FP Jones II

[nettirw]

PSYCHOTROPIC DRAGON, AND OTHER THINGS ...

PSYCHOTROPIC DRAGON, AND OTHER THINGS ... I will be incredibly busy over the next few months (already have been), so I thought I'd post about my current projects. In other words, you won't hear from me in a long while ...

I will be incredibly busy over the next few months (already have been), so I thought I’d post about my current projects. In other words, you won’t hear from me in a long while (perhaps months, maybe not until summer). I have a lot of stuff on my plate, in various stages of development, so what follows is a summarized run-down.

Why am I so busy? I have been taking on editing and book design…