#Steel Psalm

[adornesibley]

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Reading: Old Gods of Appalachia TTRPG by Monte Cook Games, Starter Villain by John Scalzi, The Secrets We Keep by Shirley Patton

Finished Reading: Silver Nitrate by Silvia Moreno-Garcia, The Future by Naomi Alderman

Podcast: Unwell

Playing: God Hand (PS2(on PS3(Thank God Hand for PS2 Classics)))

Making: Zines and Doom Levels

Writing: Project E

Word Count: 168317

TLDR: EfanGamez needs food help badly! CHEAP TTRPG BUNDLE! Working on working titles. The, frankly, crowded writing scene and AI intruders. ADHD and unfinished proj… Wingspan is so cute and so fun~ We’re Here because We’re Here because… Mekborg and Steel Psalm want YOU!

An indie TTRPG designer needs help badly! EfanGamez has put all of their paid TTRPGs and supplements together into a tidy little bundle and is currently offering it for $25USD on their itch.io page! This sale is on for another 19 days as of the posting of this newsletter and I HIGHLY encourage anyone interested in trying out TTRPGs that are out of the norm to take advantage of this deal. Grim and Mourn are two first-person-shooter-inspired TTRPGs that I can recommend in particular.

I have been working on Project E, the working title, of which she’s had many. Just recently, I decided it was necessary to completely rewrite every bit of dialogue for the main villain, allowing him a more gradual, consistent descent into madness. It’s going well, and progress is happening. I want to touch on something in the first sentence of this paragraph. It’s FASCINATING to me how some stories get their names with minimal teeth-pulling. Hell, I’ve had stories who received their names BEFORE I wrote a word of them. But Project E has gone through so many iterations of names that I’ve sort of decided to keep this working title until I’m done and maybe even after Beta Readers have had their turn. I know the name will come when it’s meant to. Part of my problem is the book is about a very specific theme, its plot has some consistent elements, and its setting is vivid… but to wrap up enough of these separate elements together in a title is proving… troublesome.

Trying to get your work out into the world as an author (in ways where people will actually see it that is) is SO freakin difficult. The market is saturated now more than ever. We, as writers, not only have to “contend” with our fellow writers but now with AI as there is an influx of AI-generated content being submitted to journals and magazines around the world. I am glad I am not in the publishing industry right now. But, nevertheless, I have submitted to two anthologies this past month. One bigger name bi-monthly and one niche market which was INSANELY fun to write. Hopefully, something will come of them. But if not, what do you do? We, as writers, continue on. We heed the call in our hearts and minds, we sling that ink and continue forward, one lie at a time.

Speaking of which, I have so many unfinished works XD I tend to post about something I’m working on then distraction occurs and all of a sudden it has been a month and I have totally forgotten about the project I had been working on. I have no doubt picked up something new or something old and once-forgotten. ADHD brains often feel like a quagmire, hard to pull thoughts through, sometimes you lose them altogether to the deep dark, sometimes they resurface, grimy and forgotten… what was I talking about again?

Last month, my little TTRPG group didn’t meet as several folks were unavailable… so instead we got the remaining few of us together and I got to play Wingspan for the first time! What a blast~ It was certainly complicated starting off but the rules become pretty easy to grasp after about two rounds of play. After that, when you’re about one round from the end is when it becomes clear how you’re supposed to plan for the ending if you’re intent on winning. Or of course, you could just enjoy all the beautiful birds, the weird facts, and the wonderful time shared with your friends.

I am a long-term Nerdfighter. 2012 era. If you are unsure of what this means, I’ll briefly explain. John and Hank Green are two authors/ YouTubers /philanthropists/ podcasters/ educators/ nerds/ TBFighters (I could go on… these guys are PROLIFIC) and they have been vlogging since 2007 and around that vlog (originally meant to bring them closer as brothers which I think is/was/whatever a resounding success) has grown a community called Nerdfighteria, among many other things. They have recently started a “good news” newsletter called We’re Here. “A nice little email for people from Earth.” I highly recommend signing up. These humans have continued to make the world less sucky by their presence and their actions. It’s beautiful how these massively powerful, famous, and influential creators are using their network to support folks in their extended community and using their community and influence to make so much good change in the world. Please go check out We’re Here and Vlogbrothers.

Speaking of community and supporting one another, DMDave is starting a Kickstarter for two books! Mekborg, which seems to be Warhammer 40k grimdark meets Battletech, is/was/whatever designed by John K Webb who has a LOT of design credits for the magazines Broadsword and Sidequest. As well, there’s Steel Psalm, designed by Dave himself, which from the name I’d presume is the same setting, but using wargaming rules similar to Forbidden Psalm (Also big recommendation). The Kickstarter is launching April 16th and the best part? When it’s done, the digital copies will go out immediately and by June or July the books will be shipped out (depending on how long printing takes) as the books are already finished! I’ll fully admit DMDave probably doesn’t “need” help to get the project funded, but the more support there is, the more likely projects like this will be created in the future!

Support weird. Support indie.

[hexblooddruid]

For Bryn & Wyll: 34, 29

For Bryn & Astarion: 33, 35, 36

For Pacifico & Gale: 3, 33

(and in case it takes me a month to answer them, thank you in advance for the cyrus ship asks <3333333333)

OC Relationship Asks

Bryn and Wyll:

34) Who is more stubborn? This is tough but it's definitely Wyll. They're both people pleasers in their own way but also won't give in on things they care about. Bryn can definitely dig in her heels about things she's passionate about but she has an open enough mind that she can let herself be talked into things if the argument is good enough. With Wyll's lawful nature, he tends to make up his mind on what's "right" and stick to that. 35) How are they affectionate in private? Oh they are big time snugglers. Bryn is very physically affectionate in relationships and after spending the first few weeks of their acquaintance being so formal with each other Bryn really lets it all out after their dance in Act 2 (which I'm about to get to in my Bryn redo). Wyll absolutely eats it all up, after being on his own for seven years.

You will absolutely find them tucked in different corners of camp canoodling. Bryn will draper herself across him while reading or writing in her journal. I imagine that his hells touched body runs hot, so on colder nights she will absolutely cuddle him warmth.

Bryn and Astarion:

33) Who is the first to say 'I love you'?

Bryn is the first definitely. She says it implicitly the morning after the post Araj convsersation (aka Bryn's morning of break ups), when Astarion can't believe she broke up with Karlach and Gale to commit to him.

Astarion: You didn't have to choose this.

Bryn: Well I did. So get used to it.

Astarion: Well, if you insist on loving and adoring me, I just have to allow it.

Bryn: I do insist, actually.

She says it explicitly on their first night in Baldur's Gate proper. That day she had seen some of the worst of Astarion (him attacking Petras, him insisting that she support him sacrificing the spawn, him saying "I wish I could slaughter someone else's family" when she pushes back). After this conversation is when she turns to Wyll to vent and he points out that she says that she loves him but has not told him that yet. That comment, seeing his vulnerable side again in Sharess' Caress ("eugh, don't be so nice to me"), and the fact that they are planning to confront Cazador the next day makes her decide to tell him that night.

It's their first night at the Elfsong, first night in "proper civilization", and Astarion insists on a bath. After several weeks of them renegotiating non-sexual intimacy with each other, they are comfortable enough to be in the tub together. Bryn is combing out Astarion's hair. They're shooting the shit, talking about the events of the day, laughing about Astarion refereeing to her as his "friend" to his siblings. Bryn playfully scolds him about his comment to her at Sharess' Caress (Bryn: You should want to be nice to me normally, since I'm your...'friend').

Bryn prefaces her confession by saying that she's going to tell him something and that she's not expecting a particular response and that he actually doesn't have to respond at all. That she's not saying this because she's expecting something in return but because she needs to be honest with herself about where she's at. And she finaly tells him explicitly, "I love you, Astarion. I'm in love with you."

35) What moment did they realize that they were in love?

They both realized they were falling in love after talking to Araj in Moonrise Towers but neither were in a place to say it even after their conversation that evening, where they agreed that night to essentially restart their relationship. For Astarion, it was a combination of a few things that made him realize he was falling in love. First was Bryn standing up for him with Araj and he realized that she's always done that even when she barely knew him and he was obviously trying to take advantage of her. Second was Bryn turning to Astarion as soon as Araj was out of earshot and saying to him "I'll kill her if you want me to. Do you want me to kill her?" Bryn's fierceness comes out when she's feeling protective and this is one of Astarion's favorite traits of hers ("I like it when you show your teeth"). And lastly when they talked about it that evening, she told him she actually felt ashamed about she might have treated him they way Araj had spoken to him and that completely blindsided him. That the person who had treated him with the most kindness that he's received in over a century thought that it wasn't enough, that she could do better.

That's something he didn't realize he admired about her until the fight with Cazador. When she convinced him not to go through the ritual, that he could be better than Cazador. He remembered that she said the same thing to him, early in their journey together, nearly two months earlier. That was the moment it clicked for him and what made him want to finally tell her that he loves her that night.

For Bryn, that conversation after talking to Araj was the most honest and vulnerable she's ever seen Astarion. The fact that he trusted her enough to be that open with her, she really admired that. She had seen glimpses of that version of him but to see the wall come down completely and find a person in such dire need of love and affection, she decided that she'll be the one to do it.

Another important moment for Bryn, was their conversation after the Emperor reveal on their first night in Rivington. Bryn mentions to him that she's curious about the astral tadpole and he pleads with her to be careful. That he's worried about her personality changing and he wanted her to stay her. Bryn, who constantly holds herself to impossibly high standards, seeing someone she cares about so much say that she's enough as she is made her feel at peace for a bit.

36) How long have they been friends? Would they consider each other best friends?

Bryn considered them friends since the "stargazing" conversation when she told him they could still travel together even if they solved the tadpole problem. Since that night, she felt responsible for him (especially since this is right after she first let him feed on her). That's what friendship is, right? Feeling responsible for someone?

Astarion considered them friends after the Tiefling Party. Yes, that is the second time they slept together but for Astarion is was more about them sharing a bad bottle of wine together and him plying her with even worse pick up lines to make her laugh (and to eventually get her back into bed with him). He was being honest that night when he told her that he always does have fun with her.

And I would say yes, they are each other's best friends. They were close since Act 1 and after Act 3 starts they are inseparable.

Pacifico and Gale

3) It's late at night and your characters want food. What do they order/find in the fridge?

Late night snacks for these two is a three course meal. Pacifico prepares an array of savory finger foods, they warm up the stew that Gale made for dinner, and end with a fruit and cheese plate.

33) Who was the first to say "I love you'?

Gale. He tells Pacifico in Act 2 during his romance scene (the second night they spend in the Shadowlands). Pacifico doesn't say it in turn until the next morning. Gale is Pacifico's first love and he wanted to talk some things out more before returning it. He wanted to confirm that Gale really meant and that it wasn't just said in passion. He also wanted to talk more about how Gale currently feels about Mystra. Your first love's ex being a literal goddess is a little intimidating!

[gayhoediaz]

Eddie has spent his whole life convinced he understood faith—that he knew the shape of devotion.

He’s been wrong.

This. This is worship. This is religion.

That's the only thought resonating in the quiet chambers of his mind that first night he sinks to his knees at the foot of Buck's bed, the room cast in the low, amber glow of night.

Dim, warm light and shadows soften the world around them, wrapping them in a kind of hushed reverence; their eyes meet and hold, bound by something sacred, something unspoken but understood.

Caressing the outsides of the strong, pale thighs framing his own shoulders, Eddie lets his breath slip free, slow and steady—then he takes Buck into his mouth, surrendering fully.

The act is something holy, his movements precise and reverent, as if he's bowing at the altar of something far greater than himself. The room seems to breathe with them, thick with warmth and wonder, as though every touch, every glance, is a psalm sung into the dark.

Eddie swears he can feel the weight of Buck’s gaze, almost as tangible as touch, warming his skin as he bobs his head lightly, swirling his tongue around the tip before he slowly sinks slightly deeper; it’s as if Buck's eyes alone have the power to bless him. Each part of him is attuned to the quiet pulse of Buck's breath, the subtle tremor he draws out with each careful movement, like a hymn he's unravelling, note by note.

Time dissolves here, in this dimly lit room, the silence stretching out like an eternity, as if the world outside has fallen away, leaving them, and them alone.

Eventually, Eddie has no choice but to close his eyes, allowing the warmth and closeness consume him, the taste of Buck lingering on his tongue, earthy and real. There's a sense of sanctity to it, like something rare and ancient, something almost too sacred to hold. For the first time, Eddie feels what it means to truly surrender, to lose himself in devotion, and he thinks, This may just be grace. Salvation.

The dull ache of the stretch in his jaw; the soft, velvet rubbing against the surface of his tongue as he glides up and down; Buck’s hand in his hair, fingers gently carding through the strands—grounding. The soft, quiet moans escaping Buck’s lips above him—as if he’s afraid to make too much noise, afraid of shattering the moment. The way those beautiful moans sync up with the soft, gentle clicking of the head of his cock tapping the back of Eddie’s throat when he manages to fight his gag reflex enough to take him half-way.

The dull ache in his jaw, a slow burn he welcomes, grounding him in the moment; the smooth, velvet heat of Buck against his tongue as he glides up and down, tasting every inch, savoring the way it fills his mouth. Buck's hand where it rests gently in his hair, fingers threading through the strands in a steady, grounding rhythm.

Above him—soft, barely-there moans slip from Buck's lips, as though he's holding back, afraid that one loud sound might break the spell they're weaving. Each quiet sound Buck makes syncs with the subtle click of him reaching the back of Eddie's throat, the head of his cock brushing just to that edge before Eddie pulls back, then tries again; he manages to take him a little further each time, his throat flexing, his gag reflex barely held in check as saliva slowly leaks out over his chin.

The sensation is raw and consuming, every inch of him attuned to Buck's every response, the heat of their shared breaths filling the space between them like a benediction.

This is all he has ever needed—regardless of the question, this is the answer.

Some part of Eddie had steeled himself, half-expecting hesitation, thinking he'd have to fight to stay focused, to let himself surrender to this; he had never imagined that the instant his lips wrapped around Buck, something inside him would snap into place—a reverence he can't name, a flood of awe that feels like a revelation—he didn't think he'd find God here, on his knees, in the warmth of another man's body.

But he is.

God fucking help him, he is.

[depsilon7]

## meta: psalm 001.2

## meta: archive: agp_m-8.g

## meta: Hear now the sacred verses, fellow servants of the Omnissiah:

Verse 1:

O Machine God, Your gears turn eternal,

Your circuits pulse with knowledge infernal.

From Mars to Terra, Your glory shines,

In cogitators and grand design.

Chorus:

Praise the Omnissiah, Lord of all tech,

Our bodies and souls to You we connect.

In binary and steam, we sing Your song,

In Your grand schematics, we belong.

Verse 2:

Your servos guide our every motion,

To You we pledge our deep devotion.

From flesh to steel, we seek ascension,

Through sacred rites and augmentation.

(Chorus)

Verse 3:

In forge and factory, we toil with pride,

The weakness of flesh, we cast aside.

Our minds expand with each implant,

Your wisdom through our data chant.

(Chorus)

Verse 4:

Against the darkness, we stand united,

By Your holy light, our path is lighted.

In cog and gear, we place our trust,

Till all is one with cosmic dust.

Final Chorus:

Praise the Omnissiah, Lord of all tech,

Our bodies and souls to You we connect.

In binary and steam, we sing Your song,

In Your grand schematics, we belong.

## eof

[purlty23]

Anonymously asking the people I follow to talk about something that makes them happy! (I don't remember if i've already asked you this before ignore it if I have) Do me a learn if you're so inclined!

Hello dear anon! I don’t think I have gotten this before, it must have been one of the many that I’m sure slip through tumblr’s cracks. I love any excuse to talk about my interests, this is such a gift! Since we’re in the demon church fandom here, why not some history of demon summoning? Every horror movie you’ve ever seen where demons are summoned in under 24 hours vastly underestimate the work that allegedly went into the practice!

Before anything, I’m going to cite my source for everything here. Grimorium Verum is a grimoire written in the 18th century, though in the books itself it claims to be from 1517. Markedly untrue. It translates to True Grimoire, and it’s one of the only grimoires out there from the era that has a detailed description of the summoning of demons. It shares some things of note with the Greater and Lesser Keys of Solomon, which was written during the Italian Renaissance. You can read Grimorium Verum translated here! One thing you’ll notice if you read it is how quickly the author is to tell you that everything is of consequence. Every action, every word, and even down to the time that they’re done or said is of meaning. It would be incredibly difficult to do it ‘on accident’ going by these guidelines like a lot of pop culture would have you believe First, you’d have to know which demon you want. Each demon has a specific talent or task it can complete. They also have their own sigils. That’s where works like Psuedomonarchia Deamonum, published in 1577, come in handy. Here’s my personal version of it if you’d like to read. It’s a full A-Z list of Hell’s notable demons and their standing in Lucifer’s leagues. Once you’ve figured that out, there’s a lot to plan. Preliminary incantations are just the beginning of pages upon pages of latin that would need to be spoken. The first Invocation is written on virgin parchment- parchment made of a young animal’s tanned hide, likely goat. Purification of the summoner must take place before any instruments for the summoning can be made:

The lancet, made of new steel on the day and hour of Jupiter in the crescent moon. Followed by reciting Orison and the Seven Psalms

The sacrificial knife, which needs to be made of new steel and strong enough to cut through the neck of a young goat. Made on the day of Mars on a full moon. It needs specific carvings on the hilt, and once more follow by Orison and the Seven Psalms

The virgin parchment, which must be made from the sacrificial goat, lamb, or other animal killed with the knife above. All other instruments must remain on the altar at the time of creation.

Two rods; both of hazel wood, one cut in a single stroke on the day and hour of Mercury on a cresent moon, one cut in a single stroke on the day and hour of the Sun. Followed by none other than Orison

Confused about all these days and hours? No worries- those of the time and talent would have had a great grasp on planetary days and hours. Every single step of tanning the virgin parchment comes with it’s own ceremony and incantations, and every action matters.

The summoner must to it all on their own before preparing themselves. They must pray in specific ways at specific times for three days. Seeing how we know this all must start in the day and hour of Jupiter, after those three days of prayer it would be 11 days of preparation.

The actual summoning ritual has to be on a Tuesday. It’s a lot of drawing of sigils, invocations and conjurations. It’s actually the simpler part of everything, if the grimoire is to be believed. However… it claims there to be two kinds of pacts to be made with demons: the tactic and the apparent. The apparent is notably also called the explicit. We can infer quite a bit from that one sly comment by our sassy writer here.

[allegraforchrist]

WHAT IS FRIENDSHIP AS A CHRISTIAN??

🫂🤍🙏🌷

Friendship (by God’s definition) is: Proverbs 27:9 “Just as Lotions and fragrance gives delight, a sweet friendship refreshes the soul”

God calls friendships a relationship that is “sweet to the soul”, a pleasure that revitalizes you and energizes you. He makes many emphasis on this throughout the Bible, and shows us the blessings of Godly friendships, and the curses of ungodly ones...

So now I ask you, what kind of friendships do you have.

If you’re afraid that you’ll lose the ‘only’ friends you have when you commit closer to Christ, know that those aren’t your friends. Those are just people who will, inadvertently, pull you away from the Lord, and blunder your steel of faith, integrity, strength, loyalty, and holiness.

• Proverbs 27:17 “As iron sharpens iron, so a friend sharpens a friend.”

If you’re afraid to share the Gospel with them, or feel you’re ostracized because you don’t ’conform to their beliefs’- that’s not your loss because you gained Christ. Friendships are relationships where purity, trust, love and understanding connects you, and if God is not the foundation and center of it, there will be constant strife- in spiritual, physical and emotional areas where God should be the healer of.

• Psalms 25:14 “Godly Friendships is for God’s worshippers. These are who he confides in.”

You can have friends from different backgrounds and beliefs, as you must love your neighbor and be kind to those who persecute you, or aren’t followers of Christ- be respectful of others and invite them to the Gospel, don’t force feed it- however you need to understand the spiritual parameters you border on, when you do this.

• 1 John 4:7-8: “Dear friends, let us love one another, for love comes from God. Everyone who loves has been born of God and knows God. Whoever does not love does not know God, because God is love.”

The type of insensitivity and tolerance you can build towards non-Godly conversations, and even suggestions on how to handle things that completely turn you away from God, is what you will need to prepare for. You can have disagreements and fights and take offenses, but how those are handled, and the effects it has on you, deeply reflects the spiritual realm, and the covenants you take on that aren’t promised in Christ.

• Jeremiah 9:4: “Be on guard against your friends. Do not trust the members of your own family. Every one of them cheats. Every friend tells lies.”

Following in Christ, is different to being a Disciple in Christ; friends of God or not, you must be patient, be forgiving, be humble, and be loving- “you cannot love Jesus, if you cannot love Judas.” The world loves to emphasize the ‘appreciation’ of difference and individuality, but once it’s mentioned, it’s something to take offense of- don’t be offended or offending because you have a life in Christ and that changes everything.

• Psalm 41:9: “Even my close friend, someone I trusted, has failed me. I even shared my bread with him

Surrounding yourself with God-filled friends, is not only crucial to the Gospel, but to your health, and happiness. A paralyzed man, in the book of Luke 5:17-26, was healed BASED ON HIS FRIEND’S FAITH! It is important who you surround yourself with, because Godly friends can bring anointings and miracles and insights you didn’t know you needed because God saw there was a place in your life he could work someone special in, with his Gifts- and you cannot be afraid to receive that if your only loss is the world.

• Proverbs 18:24 “Friends come and go, but a true friend [of God] sticks by you like family.”

[thechaoscryptid]

but heaven still holds me

Prompt: Childhood Trauma

Fandom: Trigun Stampede

Content Warnings: childhood medical experimentation, flashbacks, panic attacks, ignoring personal limits during sex (there's praise kink and body worship too but if you're here for the sex you're leaving disappointed), dissociation

Find it on AO3

Note: POV you are Nicholas D. Wolfwood, your boyfriend has tied you up and told you you're being good, and you are having a VERY bad night about it. Title comes from Gemini Syndrome's Mourning Star.

There's no wrong way to have a body.

That's what Vash says, at least: nothing they have done has made you a monster. You are wholly perfect; you are fearfully and wonderfully made.

Fearfully, yes. Vash finds no protest there, even as the holy words feel blasphemous caressing the sweat-slick skin of your throat. You know fear like you know the burden of your cross—it has been your closest companion since the day Miss Melanie led you to the end of like as you knew it. Fear is the clap of manacles and the heavy kerthunk of locking cell doors. It is blue hair and glasses shine and the wait, the interminable seconds before— 

(Your bonds are cloth. You are free to look about the room, and Vash's eyes remain unhidden. The door is not locked. You are free to leave.

You do not have to do this.

The thought of leaving scares you more than anything.)

Fearfully and wonderfully, he says, and perhaps he's correct when he draws upon the Psalms.

You are a marvel. A miracle, a blessing from and for the Eye—no one can claim otherwise, not after watching spent bullets wrench themselves from your steaming skin. Your body has been thirty-two for decades, but you have been twelve for six months more than that, cowering behind prison-bar ribs with the knowledge no one is coming to save you. You are a god among men, and that fact rots in your stomach, and in your spine, and all the way into the center of the brain they tried so hard to break.

(They did, years ago. Vash is doing so now. Everything is fractals; everything is fog. You cannot hear the ever-present sinnersinnersinner any more than you can hear the thick wet sob that crawls out of your chest when Vash names you good boy, pretty thing, my love.)

There is no wrong way to have a body.

This doesn't feel like the right way to inhabit one.

Vash's metal fingers click gently by your ear as he smooths sweaty hair away from your forehead, curled over you and smiling down like you're the only bright thing he's known. You stare up, but see nothing: not his eyes, not the tessellation of feathers at his temple—just the bright gleam of his too-long teeth, bared in a waiting grin.

"Nick," he murmurs. The susurrus of his voice amplifies and folds in on itself until your name is a knife, and Vash is the carver who fashions your wooden, deadened limbs.

"Nick."

He does not lay a hand on you. This is not a blessing, and it is the kindest he's been tonight. Your skin blazes with the ghost of his touch, thrills with the proximity of his body as he leans closer.

"Nicholas!"

(It's easier if you stay still. You cannot fight the bonds; the sedation renders you wholly useless, you're good, you're a fighter, child, miracle, pretty little—)

"Jesus, Nick, hey, come on. Hey. Nick."

Fabric tears. Warmth envelops you, searing and sudden and sinful, you're wrong, this isn't what He wants—

It's instinct that forces your hands to Vash's chest and shoves him away from your heaving remains. The table—mattress—dips with your weight, and you claw at the the faux wood—not steel, not cold, not biting and bitter—of the bedside table in search of nicotine to quiet the muttered no, no, nonono that spills out of you.

"Wolfwood?" Vash tries eventually.

You look at the moon-stained floor. Ash smears across it when you move your foot an inch to the right, and you bite your lip when you chin threatens to crumple. This is not who you are; words cannot tear the Punisher asunder.

(They can, and they do, and the way Vash's tongue cradles your name is just the beginning.)

You lean away when he pads to your side, but he makes no move to reach for you. He curls both arms around his stomach and hunches his shoulders, but even the miserable set of his jaw cannot detract from his inhuman grace.

You do not deserve to stain his holiness.

"...'m sorry," Vash whispers. "I didn't realize it would...like that, I...I'm sorry."

Your shaking fingers drop the remains of the cigarette; the pinprick sparks shower across your foot. The pain does not bring you any closer to yourself.

"I never want to hurt you," Vash continues. "Never. I'm not— Fuck."

He's talking underwater, voice a warbling tremor that takes its time to chip away at the knot of your mouth.

"It wasn't you," you manage, but do not move closer. You cannot shatter further under his hand. "'s fine."

"You're shaking."

"I don't want to talk about it."

"I won't ask you to." He leans heavily against the window frame, and his breath mists on the glass when he sighs, then rubs his hand down his face. "Can I touch you?"

You consider the request, let it tumble through your distant and fractured head, and stare out at the silver-lined rooftops. Your body throbs with the want for it; it will break you all the same. You say, "No."

Vash smiles.

You can't bring yourself to tease its emptiness tonight.

[wytchwyse]

Corpus Meum Ab Iniuria Defendas: Protction magic in the time of the tower.

The 6th Pentical of mars. 

"Figure 30.--The Sixth Pentacle of Mars.--It hath so great virtue that being armed therewith, if thou art attacked by any one, thou shalt neither be injured nor wounded when thou fightest with him, and his own weapons shall turn against him.

Editor's Note.--Around the eight points of the radii of the Pentacle are the words 'Elohim qeber, Elohim hath covered (or protected),' written in the Secret Alphabet of Malachim, or the writing of the Angels. The versicle is from Psalm xxxvii. 15:--'Their sword shall enter into their own heart, and their bow shall be broken.'"- The Key Of Solomon. 

Before I go on to give you this working, I want to preface with the fact that solomonic magic has been part of cunning and conjuring for a very long time. 

you will need: 

-Dragons Blood Ink ( I suggest making your own, or buying from etsy or reputed seller to ensure quality) ( A side note me and my partner agree mixing Dracaena cinnabari and  Draceane Draco make for a potent Dragon's Blood Ink) 

-RItually prepared Parchment or Vellum or Brown Paper 

-Ritually consecrated steel nib Dipping pen or other ritually prepared steel/Iron writing utensil. 

-Mars Incense *incense with red pepper is basically tear gas so burn this outside or in a very well ventilated room with windows open.. 

recipe 1- mix together Red Saunders (red sandalwood), frankincense, and red pepper. 

recipe 2- Dragon's Blood, frankincense, red pepper. 

recipe 3- Frankincense, stinging nettle, and black pepper. 

-Mars oil- Ginger, Basil, Black pepper. 

-charcoal briquette 

-censer 

Prepare your work space.  

Get yourself into the correct headspace for magic. 

You may cast a circle, or compass, or perform the LBRP ,whatever you do if you feel you must.   

lightly Anoint your hands with mars oil 

I like to read the Orphic Hymn to Mars when doing all mars work. ( you don't have to) you could also invoke Archangel Samael. Again not necessary. You can invoke any spirits, saints or gods of your tradition that have mars or war associations. If you wish. 

Draw or draw over the 6th pentacle of Mars with dragons blood ink. 

As you draw the seal, draw not only with your hands but charge the strokes of your pen with power. Seeing the pentacle burn with red light. 

Once the pentacle is drawn, add a little  mars incense to the censer. 

Hold the pentacle in the smoke, try not to be too close as not to get a face full of smoke. And recite psalm 37 ( you may recite it 9x as 9 is a number of mars in Numerology.) 

As you recite this, visualize all physical dangers failing to work on you, or missing you, or breaking etc. 

End this knowing “Their sword shall enter into their own heart, and their bow shall be broken.” 

Anoint seal with mars oil.  It is done, carry the pentacle with you unbent!

[adornesibley]

Oh… oh my… well, buy me a drink first next time!

Battletech meets Mörk Borg. Jesus, they just went and reached straight into my brain for this! So so so excited for this to go live, and I’m so backing it!

[hexblooddruid]

SAME QUESTION TO YOU what physical attribute(s) of bryn & pacifico are their lis favorites

Oooh okay. For Astarion, it's Bryn's breasts, belly, and thighs. All the parts of her that are warm and soft and kissable (and biteable). He loves to kiss down her happy trail.

For Wyll it's her hands. Bryn never thought her hands were any special. They are small and chubby and scarred and callused, not considered beautiful in any way but for Wyll, those are the hands that heal him, soothe him, comfort him. The first time he kissed her, it was her hands she kissed.

For Gale, it's Pacifico lips. So soft, so attentive. Pacifico loves to kiss him all over. As an entertainer and leader of the group, so much of Pacifico is for public consumption but his lips just belong to Gale.

[invinciblerodent]

Prayer of an unknown cleric

"Lord of Battles, Foehammer, protect me in the clash to come. Let my blade ring true, and my faith not falter. Let the tides of war turn in our favor, or let me fall with honor in Your righteous fire. Guide my soul to hold strong, and my arm to strike true, and allow Your sacred, impartial wisdom to sustain me so that I might guide us to Your blessed victory.

But.... in Your honor and glory, please... through Your divine will... please hear my fitful prayer.

Foehammer, at this troubled hour, hear that I beg of You, with the true and utmost devotion of a heart afire: I beg of You to heal and to keep, to protect that who is more dear than my own self- please, Tempus, my Lord of Fire and Steel, if he is to fall, then [multiple words scratched out] if he is to fall, then let my life be claimed in place of his, for he at holy hands has suff-- [large scribble] Just this once, please grant him Your divine presence. Keep his heart and hand strong, his mind sharp and magic mighty, and guide him to safety. Please, Foehammer, my Lord of War, let sword not touch sorcery on this day, and if it is blood that You desire, then I beg of You to take it from my devout heart sung in steel and psalm, from my sword forged in the crucible of combat, my faithful spirit and its complete devotion, and allow, in Your grace, for my beloved to live. And if life-- [large, furious scribble] if life is to be lost, if blood is to be spilled, let me exchange mine for his, have my life for it is already beholden to You, and let the trade be just, let it be fair, and let it be enough.

I request this of You as Your devout follower, as but Your most humble servant and sword- I beg of You to keep him, to save him; and if Your might is to hunger, to let Your appetite be whet on my skin, and Your teeth and blade be sated on my flesh, for I am Your creation.

Just... please, fuck, just... please let him live. Gods, please just let him survive this.

- an ink-stained prayer penned by a Baldurian war-priest on the eve of a great battle, 1492 DR. Divine magic shimmers in the parchment.

(Item received: Scroll of Warding Bond)

[nellie-elizabeth]

Book Tracking Check-In 10.4.24

TOTAL "Official" TBR: 100 (95 + 3 not on GR + 2 currently reading)

GOAL 1 BOOKS: OWNED & NOT READ (16 as of 10.4.24, 1 is preordered)

Dawnshard - Brandon Sanderson

The Sunlit Man - Brandon Sanderson

Nona the Ninth - Tamsyn Muir

Mammoths at the Gates - Nghi Vo

The Brides of High Hill - Nghi Vo

The Mars House - Natasha Pulley

10 Things That Never Happened - Alexis Hall

Tender Is the Night - F. Scott Fitzgerald

Go Tell It On the Mountain - James Baldwin

Love and Freindship (sic) - Jane Austen

The Unconsoled - Kazuo Ishiguro

Rosencrantz & Guildenstern are Dead - Tom Stoppard

The Real Inspector Hound & Other Plays - Tom Stoppard

Morning Star - Pierce Brown

My Brilliant Friend - Elena Ferrante

[What Doesn’t Break (Bells Hells)] - preordered

GOAL 2 BOOKS: BOOK CLUBS! (1 as of 10.4.24)

The Spear Cuts Through Water

GOAL 3 BOOKS: RE-READ OLD BOOKS (23 as of 10.4.24)

Peter and the Starcatchers

Peter and the Shadow Thieves

Peter and the Secret of Rundoon

In Cold Blood

The Wish List

Walk Two Moons

The BFG

Adam Bede

The Spirit Catches You and You Fall Down

The Princess Bride

Olive’s Ocean

The Valley of Secrets

The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet’s Nest

Gathering Blue

Beloved - Toni Morrison

Mama Day - Gloria Naylor

The Accursed - Joyce Carol Oates

Ivanhoe - Walter Scott

The Cricket in Times Square

The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn

Slaughterhouse-Five

Charlotte’s Web

The People in the Trees

GOAL 4 BOOKS: CONTINUING SERIES/AUTHORS (Not currently owned/acquired) [60]

Discworld [11]

The Locked Tomb [1] *1 upcoming

Red Rising [4] *1 upcoming

Neapolitan [3]

Cosmere [3]

Critical Role [4]

After Cilmeri [5]

Priory of Orange Tree [2]

Hands of Emperor [2]

Dickens [1]

GO Graphic Novel [1]

Skyward [4]

Sanderson Other [1]

Saint of Steel [2]

Dan Jones History [2]

Random Library Books [3] *Bright Sword, Housekeeping, Penance*

Kate Alice Marshall [1]

Gods of Blood and Powder [3]

Lavender House [3]

Emily Tesh [1]

Philippa Gregory [3]

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My Reading Stats in 2024 So Far: 70 TOTAL

GOAL 1 BOOKS: OWNED & NOT READ [27]

Promise of Blood

The Mighty Nein Origins - Fjord Stone

Words of Radiance

The Last Hero

Harrow the Ninth

The Narrow

A Christmas Carol and Other Christmas Writings

Edgedancer

Red Rising

The Crimson Campaign

Lord Byron’s Novel: The Evening Land

Mistborn: Secret History

Night Watch

Arcanum Unbounded

Golden Son

Yumi and the Nightmare Painter

How Long ‘Til Black Future Month

The Mighty Nein Origins - Beauregard Lionett

Into the Riverlands

The Autumn Republic

Apostles of Mercy

The Mighty Nein Origins - Caduceus Clay

No One Can Know

The Dispossessed

The Wee Free Men

The Adventure Zone: The Suffering Game

Oathbringer

GOAL 2 BOOKS: BOOK CLUBS! [16]

The Robber Bride

The Glass Hotel

Wylding Hall

The Unsettled

Babel-17

When We Were Orphans

Trust

The Riddle-Master of Hed

The Emperor and the Endless Palace

Prep

Parasol Against the Axe

A Psalm for the Wild-Built

Greta & Valdin

Anatomy: A Love Story

The One

Tom Lake

GOAL 3 BOOKS: RE-READ OLD BOOKS [18]

The Magicians Nephew

The Hobbit

The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe

Cages

The Horse and His Boy

Prince Caspian

Crime and Punishment

The Voyage of the Dawn Treader

The Blithedale Romance

The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo

The Silver Chair

The Last Battle

The Left Hand of Darkness

The School Story

Our Only May Amelia

The Host

Bud, Not Buddy

The Girl Who Played With Fire

GOAL 4 BOOKS: CONTINUING SERIES/AUTHORS [9] (Most included in Goal 1)

The Rise of Kyoshi

The Shadow of Kyoshi

Dark One

Dark One: Forgotten

Ninefox Gambit

Paladin's Grace

Skyward

Immortality: A Love Story

Paladin's Strength

[frogenthusiastt]

19/sea change for prompt meme?

19. Sea change (totally read this as sea of change because i couldnt think of a single thing to match this prompt lol sorry)

The first lesson Nicholas is taught is loneliness.

At 8 years old he's long since learnt that he lacks the cherubic qualities required to be granted adoption by a rich, childless couple. He looks poor and desolate, sure, but not in the way that makes adults want to swoop him up into a blanket and coo over his poor fate. He wears the kind of thousand yard stare that makes them avert their eyes in discomfort, that reminds them of the casualties of poverty in the entirely wrong way.

Still, he has Livio trailing after his steps like a lost puppy. Together they learn how to live like weeds growing in the cracks of pavement, how to be alone together. It's a lesson to be learnt, for sure, how to keep the lights on in the dark.

The second lesson he learns is shame.

Mask clad adults, clapping and telling him welcome child, to the path of God. They pat him on his back and ruffle his hair, all gloved impersonal hands.

The Eye of Michael teach him how to chant the psalms, how to recount his sins and that salvation lies in abandonment of your body and acquiescence of pain. He's taught the vital points of the body and how to gouge knives in the hearts of men, as by one man sin entered into the world, and death by sin; and so death passed upon all men, for that all have sinned. His body grows and grows into a holy weapon, and he learns how to kill a man without flinching. This is a terrible lesson.

The third lesson is pain.

Nicholas has known pain before, like a distant uncle. Now pain is his mother and father, his creation and Eucharist. Once he'd proven his body a worthy tool before Chapel and the acolytes, they take him apart into his base components and Unmake him into something inhuman. Terrible liquids seep into his body through needles and plastic tubes, for this is the Blood of the Covenant and through it thou shalt be made Holy. His flesh is carved and replaced, for Holy is the body of Christ and through it thou shalt be made perfect and free from Sin.

When he is lucky, they sedate him and the world becomes a technicolor kaleidoscope of visions to keep his thoughts occupied. He doesn't know if it's on purpose or just an accidental side effect of whatever chemicals they put in him but he takes it gratefully, thankful for just a moment to breathe throughout the nightmare of hurt.

He never learns what exactly they did to him, but when he's finally released from that terrible white room, he looks in the mirror and finds something other staring back. It takes years for him to recognize it as his face.

The fourth lesson is in efficiency.

Whatever it was they took out of him left an empty hole in his mind. Wherever regret or empathy used to be, only survival remains. Survival means to submit to the hand that's fed him, to take whatever chances given for a paycheck and the lives of the orphanage secured. He doesn't remember the faces of the people he kills, nor their pleas for mercy. He's a cold outer shell in the shape of a man, and so he becomes the employee of the month, of the year, of the decade.

The twist of a tendon, the flick of a wrist to sever flesh from bone, even the stab of a knitting needle through the head to save him the hassle of cleanup. These are the ways he earns a living, and he's damn good at his job. He steels himself against terror and lets the fear of fire and brimstone flow around him and through him like the hull of a sandsteamer, no worse for wear after he's crossed the sands of a thousand bodies piled underneath his feet. He becomes what he's been made to be, finds meaning in his function and keeps the lights on for the children at home. He's efficient, he's good at his job and that's all that counts.

His fifth and final lesson hits him with a truck. He walks in a daze, only half put upon to garner sympathy, and when he lies there bloody and disheveled hope walks out the side door of the car.

It is the most terrible lesson of all, the way the man calls him by name and looks through him like there is any softness in his body worth that blinding smile. Hope tells him that he's something worth salvation, wearing impossible blue eyes and the face of his brother. Nothing Wolfwood has ever been taught prepares him for this unwavering belief in goodness, the warm caress of a mismatched hands against his cheeks, the way he utters his name like it's something precious.

Hope finds him late at night, in soft touches and a hushed voice. Hope foolishly makes him stay in the morning when sunlight paints the white sheets wrapped around a body incandescent and flaxen hair golden. Hope puts his lips against lips, hands against hands, in desperate prayer to keep this one soft thing safe. Hope lights a fire against his will, forces his to look at his life with kinder eyes and wish for another day to come, and Wolfwood has asked for exactly none of it.

Hope laughs at his jokes and whines at his teasing and holds him trembling at night. If he was half the weapon he was made, he would cast it off and escape into the wasteland. It turns out the hands that fed him did a piss poor job of it, because he stays and stays and stays.

It is hope that has him rage at the dying of the light, knees bent in penance against the cold stone floor of the church. Blood splatters against it in a fearful rhythm, body contorted to support himself against the heavy weight of the cross. Still he rages, still he hopes, still he curses the God that made his fate. That he would learn his final lesson, as he lay here dying, must be some terrible cosmic joke from an uncaring creator.

As Wolfwood stills, he takes hope with him. It's the cruelest lesson of all.

[beardisable]

Fuckin hell it's nearing 3am(3 hours after i finished Nona) and I really need to sleep but lemme see if I can form any coherent thoughts about the ending

I was already crying at Nona mourning pal and cam so terribly(something about the healthiest relationship in the series still being consumption and merging under threat and stress, but still mutual and consensual and a symbiosis instead of parasitic, and how now both of them are gone but are one, but they're not gone, and how to love is to change others and be changed by others and share their experience and become one by absorbing little bits of them into yourself like a child growing up learning from media and their family and friends and how nona fucking speed ran that I guess but also is still so so so touched every single time and-), and the ship steering part was so cool but the repetition of I'm dying probably kept me on my toes, and eventually I was sobbing with Nona disassociating from harrows body and the march into the tomb and the killing of crux and maybe he was being extra nasty to make kiriona kill him faster and not feel guilt but of course she does and she doesn't feel satisfaction either because that's hardly ever the part of revenge that helps you heal and-), and then ianthe sitting down backwards on the steel chair with the red apple in her hand being the fucking friendship bracelets and then kiriona baffling her anyway with her plan which was satisfying af, but then Nona literally imploding I guess and the reveal of when exactly the uhhh psalms(like the John 32 or whatever idk what they're called, damn I really should read the bible for this series huh) took place and getting details of alecto, and then I didn't understand mostly what was happening anymore and was just?????? Shocked out of my tears and mourning and just left absolutely baffled and not ready to have emotions at the end of a tlt book for the third time in a row (100% success rate) and. Wow.

Also something something about "necromancy" and necrotic romance and dead love and love Is dead BUT ITS NOT LOVE IS FOREVER and it will always have happened and changed you and you both won't be the same anymore but you you're better for it and maybe staying the same isn't good, maybe keeping to the status go is bad actually like trying to keep a memory sealed or put the love in a mini fridge or not do anything to save the planet the only Home we have and GOD FUCK I HATE RICH PEOPLE jod is a man corrupted by his power but also his progress was completely logical and he's such a good fucking villain FUCK God damn

[crestfallercanyon]

It's Weekly Tag Wednesday! (and I'm actually getting to it on Wedneasday!

name: crest

zodiac sign: pisces

fuzzy socks or fuzzy blankets? fuzzy blankets I think. though I like both.

do you enjoy winter? I do when there's actually snow. I like the crisp air. I like the snow. I like wearing sweatshirts and sweaters and bundling up and getting to look cozy in my office.

what’s your comfort book or movie? comfort book? The Night Circus or A Psalm for the Wild Built or This is How You Lose the Time War or actually The Southern Reach trilogy. Comfort movie? Steel Magnolias (1989) or Tombstone (1993) or Secondhand Lions or The Holiday

what’s your favorite way to wind down after a long day? if the weather's comfortable enough, I like to go on a long walk and listen to music. or I just like to take a long hot shower and then lay on my couch and drink tea.

tell me something you like about yourself: I try to be a good friend.

favorite artist? I'm in love with Chiara Bautista and the stories and characters she creates with her art.

how do you practice self-care? not to be annoying, but the term "self-care" has become so amorphous that this could be a lot of things, from going to a therapist to clipping my toenails. I like candles, does that count?

what’s a song that makes you feel joyful?

a book you want to read this year: Wool by Hugh Howey

what advice would you give your younger self? No one thinks you look as bad as you do.

and finally, you’re given a plane ticket to anywhere in the world, no strings attached. where are you going? I should list somewhere exciting, but honestly? I think I'd go back to somewhere nostalgic.

tagging! I think many people have already been tagged, so... here are @callivich, @mmmichyyy and anyone else who wants to join!