#The Pyramid of the Sorcerer

[qualitymoonsuit]

I just finished reading Indiana Jones and the Pyramid of the Sorcerer, by Ryder Windham.

[zombiegangster]

All Of The Monsters

Here’s all the monsters in the challenge ^^ Magician’s Valkyria and the Sorcerer of Dark Magic look especially cool!

[messyhairedhazeleyeddude]

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彡 A Yandere!Gojo Satoru x Cursed!Male!Reader | SMUT 彡

＊ Contents ; Obsession, stalking, masturbation, masochism, kind of non-con sleep blowjob, rough sex, murder, handjobs, and worshipping.

＊ Dynamic ; Soft Yandere/Admirer to Lover

＊ Sexual Dynamic ; Sub!Gojo Satoru | Dom!Male!Reader

＊ P.O.V ; Third

＊ Age Range ; 18+ (This is younger Gojo by the way.)

＊ Music suggestion ;

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Satoru was a man of many. Intelligent, charming, unserious, and funny; he had no problem with meeting people outside and inside of school. Rather, he had quite a bit of friends, set up the day he was born with everything he needed for a social life. Handsome, strong, and labeled better than everyone else. That was him. And he knew this very well.

It was no secret that he took advantage of it. In his spare time, Gojo was known for hooking up with various women and men like it was some sort of fun game where he needed to collect as many bodies as he could. Just to be on top of the ‘Who’s most fuckable pyramid?’. It was his thing. He was number one. He needed to have everything. Just, because, he was Gojo Satoru.

Many spread the word on how he was in those behind-the-scenes exchanges, his fucking skills not short from all his other accomplishments, perfection at its finest. And one thing that was the most mentioned about the sorceror was how no one… NO ONE… could get him to fall for them. No matter how many times they gave him gifts, no matter how much they followed him, he never looked their way once after they got alone for a simple bang.

Instead, they’d be the ones to fall head over heels and never got over the rejection. That was his specialty. The reason why he gained a fan base. And he was flattered by it. Amused even. But, it never convinced him to get with any single one of them. That would never happen in a million years.

After many shunned attempts from his classmates, old friends, and one night stands to get with him on a relationship level, they assumed that Satoru was full-on Aromantic. That the man loved himself too much to get something like a crush. Or he was in a completely different world than them because of his power.

Those weren’t the real reasons as to why Gojo wasn’t interested in them, however. He just didn’t feel drawn to that vulnerability. How they were so easy to figure out with a simple look from him. Knowing everything like this was the biggest challenge for him. He was stuck, endlessly bored because all of his options were predictable, and not one of them entertaining enough. No threat. That’s how it was.

Until sophomore year of the Jujutsu college was when he came across someone out of the ordinary in the school hallway. He happened to be a new student, transferring from a completely different part of the world, and the amount of cursed energy leaking from his aura made the sorcerer stop in his tracks.

When the man turned to look down directly into Satoru’s eyes as he walked past him, it sent shockwaves through his spine and the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. For the first time in his life, he found somebody that he was unable to read.

At first, he was in denial about it. He couldn’t understand why one person would be different from the rest when it came to his perception. So, to figure it out, he began to follow the guy around.

Don’t ask why he didn’t approach him first, he didn’t know why, but he couldn’t. His heart would beat irregularly and he’d start to sweat, his entire chest and face heating up if they locked eyes at all. Maybe it was because his [E/C] orbs were intimidating or because he was extremely fucking good-looking. Maybe both. All he knew was that he never experienced it before and that was terrifying.

He started with small stares from afar, prop up near the places he would spot him and watch what he would do for several minutes. Waiting until he left to walk right behind him and see where else he would go.

So far, he was about as normal as anyone else in routine. He’d walk to his classes, do his work, and focus hard on his studies throughout lunch. Burying his nose in books upon books that the white-haired man would never pick up. Yet, what he found intriguing was his lack of interest in others.

The man didn’t socialize, ever. He would get up from his seats and tables whenever somebody would sit next to him. If they tried to talk to him, they were ignored like they were a wall. He’d ignore them, throw their notes to him in the trash, and any project he was assigned to was made for him to be alone. It was almost near impossible to grab a name. Thankfully, the system needed it to enroll and that was easy to get to.

Now, he knew that it was wrong of him to invade his personal space and illegal. But, Gojo had a severe problem with boundaries and it didn’t help that he could get away with it by teleporting. Also, he just didn’t care. A little curiosity never hurt him.

Eventually, he got to rummaging through the school records in the late hours of night, finding a file containing a name he didn’t recognize, ‘[L/N] [F/N]’. Pulling it out of its box, he opened it to check the picture and came face-to-face with a question mark box in place of it. His eyebrows furrowed and he scanned through the rest of what was listed about him.

The description of his features and classes were all there, things that he already knew, the basic stuff. But, this confirmed that [F/N] was his name and that’s all that mattered. Satoru was about to close the document and put it back before he glanced down at a small paragraph that read:

‘[L/N] is reserved to be under tight supervision and security conditions. He shall never be allowed to leave the city or Jujutsu without permission. If it falters, we will initiate our final plan.’

He narrowed his glowing blue eyes at the ominous writing, thumbing over the edges of the page while he thought to himself quietly, ‘I wonder… Is he as good as me?’ That idea crossed his mind and didn’t leave him alone. ‘Someone stronger than me… Is that possible?’ His fingers folded the paper back to where it belonged while trying to ignore himself, tucking it safely, and closing the drawer to make it look like nothing was tampered with. Then he turned around to get to heading out, not seeing the large figure looming in the shadows behind him.

It was by the time Gojo hopped out of the window he used to break into the room, that he realized [F/N] was plaguing every corner of his brain. He couldn’t stop thinking about him. Like his face was burned into his memory.

His gloomy, [E/C] eyes that bore a hole through him whenever he caught his attention. That sharp nose that gave him an edge, scrunched up at anyone that passed by. Plump, pouty lips that would frown as soon as he was being bothered. God, and that soft red tone resting in the middle of them, it made him think of the worst perverted things he could possibly come up with.

Satoru was tripping over his feet trying to get back to his dorm room, using the roofs of buildings, and traveling at a rate he could when dealing with a boner this bad.

Finally, right as he stumbled into his place, he began unbuckling his belt and sliding it off to throw it loosely onto the floor somewhere. He got most of his clothes off of him and left his boxers to be the last thing pulled off, his dick springing free and brushing over his lower stomach before he wrapped his slender hand around the base.

He played with his tip for a minute, beads of pre-cum sliding down and coating his fingers. Letting him cover his shaft the more he pumped. It was throbbing, blushing pink like cotton candy, and glistened in the moonlight of his room. And oddly enough, all of this was being done to a fantasy of sucking [F/N] off.

Gojo had never touched himself to someone individually before. Especially to someone he hadn’t hooked up with. And not in a way where they were on top or it wasn’t solely based on sex.

This was new to him and he was losing himself to it, badly. His hips thrusted upwards into his hand, the other one reaching up to his mouth so he could suck on his fingers and coat them with spit. Finishing getting them wet, he positioned two of them against his hole and slowly forced it inside.

He closed his eyes and imagined it was [F/N]’s, groaning at the abnormal feeling of being finger-fucked but enjoying it more than anything else. It barely took a couple of times of ramming them in before his cum began to spurt out in huge amounts. Decorating both his stomach and his hand in a stringy design.

After that night, Satoru came to a conclusion on how he felt about the [H/C]-haired man. This proved to be very, very frustrating.

The urge to see [F/N] was constant. It got so bad that he was leaving zero to little time for his friends, spending most of it on lingering near his newfound crush and drooling over any tiny thing he would do. And this went on for weeks.

Until one day, his obsession hit an all-time high. He was following him into the locker rooms like usual, having memorized this to be his routine whenever he was going to get ready for training. Although, to his disappointment, the guy would use his shirt and towel to cover himself when he changed. So he never even got a single peek.

But, today seemed to be different because [F/N] didn’t head toward his locker. He went in the direction of the showers, carrying a couple of items with him that looked like clothes and necessities. Excitement and nervousness rushed through Satoru. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, he was going to get to see the man in all of his glory.

To keep himself from being detected, he was suspended in the air near the ceiling in a sitting position, patiently watching him arrange the shampoo and conditioner bottles before gripping the hem of his black fitted shirt.

[F/N] stripped it off of him, going at a slow pace that was teasing the hell out of him. Gojo was on the edge of his seat as he took in every bit, biting his bottom lip when he got to his pants and slipped them off of his slim waist. His build was impressive and so was his stature, enough to make Satoru draw blood from how hard he was digging his teeth in.

It wasn’t surprising that the white-haired man went straight to unbuttoning his pants and pulling his hard-on into view. Watching how he washed his body and cleaned his hair, struggling to hold in his moans while getting off to the sight. He barely got past five minutes before he was cumming mid-air, the droplets landing in the corner and making a bit of noise, causing Gojo to abruptly rush out of there as soon as he saw him turning his head.

His back was pressed against the wall on the other side of the showers, his chest moving up and down, the butterflies in his stomach swarming. He reached down to tuck his dick back in and zip it up, glancing at his hands that were dirtied with his jizz. Satoru sighed, in disbelief at his own actions before he went for the nearby sinks to wash them off.

Just as he did that, the shower was turned off and out stepped [F/N] a minute later. He passed by him while he was drying his hands off, causing Gojo to tense. His beating heart hadn’t even calmed from what happened not too long ago, he couldn’t handle this. So, he spun around and bolted for the door faster than the two of them could speak.

A small smirk quirked up the side of the [H/C]-haired man’s mouth, his gaze drifting toward the disappearing back of him, smug with a glint in his eyes.

Eventually, days had passed and Satoru was still in the same routine with chasing around his crush everywhere. Except it spread to him casually visiting his place in the middle of night to spend the rest of it either watching him sleep or pleasing himself outside of his window.

There would be times where he would break in and take his things to use like boxers and lotion. But, he tried to make it unnoticeable. He cared about stealth. That was until one of those nights, [F/N] decided to wear nothing but underwear.

Gojo’s blue eyes were glued on his figure, feeling like it was his lucky day to get to see something as rare as this. He was used to him wearing tank tops and basketball shorts, a small peep of his waistband was the most action he’d get if the man happened to move. Getting too excited, he was already sliding his sweatpants to his knees, shoving a hand in to get to jerking off for the millionth time. He couldn’t get tired of it when it came to him.

But before Satoru started, he realized that the window had been cracked open slightly. It was left open. Open…

He stopped what he was doing to push the rest of it upward, climbing inside of the tidy room and shutting it right after. The warmth and the quiet atmosphere invited him in, making him almost feel at home. That wasn’t wrong considering he was found in this place daily, scouring and finding out any thing that he had in this room. Which wasn’t much. Only thing that he was interested in was the locked box under his bed. Though, he couldn’t bust it no matter how hard he tried.

Looking down at the peaceful, sleeping [F/N] made his mind wander to a darker side of lust, his orbs brightening like diamonds as he let his sweats drop to the floor along with his boxers. He stepped out of them and lifted himself using his ‘Infinity’, hovering over him and getting the real picture of their size difference.

Gojo steadied his breathing as best as he could while flicking his eyes over his boxers, peeling them off bit by bit. He had to be extremely slow, careful than ever. Because if he woke up, who knows what would happen to him? And that risky feeling was more than enough fuel for the sex-crazed man.

Once [F/N]’s dick was exposed, Satoru had expected to see it flaccid, but it was already halfway hard. ‘Hm? Is he having a wet dream?’ He came to that conclusion. His excitement worsening because of the assumption and ended in him jumping the gun. He lowered down to where his tip was, giving a small kitten lick and watching his expression to see what would happen.

He knew it was a terrible idea to do what he was planning on. But, he didn’t want to stop what he was doing either. Actually, the fantasy of him finding out was really hot to him. What would he do? Would he get upset? Degrade him a bit? He was sure he could get off to that too.

[F/N] furrowed his brows a little and a noise similar to a grunt came from him, letting Gojo have the clear to go further. He placed his entire tongue on it, swirling around the head of his dick at a medium pace, and tasting his salty pre-cum with a satisfied look on his face. God, how long had he wanted to do this? He couldn’t keep track. It wasn’t that long of a wait but to him, it was like he served decades in prison, being teased with the keys in the cell next to him.

More grunts slipped past [F/N]’s pretty lips, falling onto his ears, and encouraging him to take more into his mouth. He hollowed out his cheeks while bobbing his head up and down to give the finishing touch, pulling out his phone at some point to snap a thirty second video of what he was doing for safekeeping. Every sound of his was making his own cock leak with arousal, dripping onto his bed, and reminding him that he needed attention too.

He dropped the device to move his hand back down, stroking his shaft and playing with the slit on his tip, muffling his moans on [F/N] and getting dirtier with the blowjob. His spit was running down the sides of him, messy and spreading around his mouth. The bobbing turned into a circle motion and he progressively got faster and faster. Feeling his dick twitching once he deepthroated.

The [H/C]-haired man’s legs lifted slightly, bending his knees while he thrusted upward. His eyebrows completely knitted together and his noises only sounding more intense. He was nearing his end, Satoru could tell. And it was then that he popped his mouth off, gasping for air, making his other hand wrap around to jack him off at a speed so quick that there was no time lost.

He stuck out his tongue and pressed it right against the landing zone, an odd euphoric look to his eyes as he soaked in the moment like it was his biggest achievement yet. That was until he saw those [E/C] ones piercing right back at him, the color of them being replaced with a… glowing, dark purple? What?

In an instant, Gojo’s hair was swept through and grabbed into a fistful, lifted off of him and thrown into the wall next to them with a force strong enough to cause him to go through it. His eyes went wide, staring directly at the frightened face of one of his classmates who was awoken by the loud impact and flying drywall. Barely a second into the exchange of words through looks with the girl, he was yanked back into the room, and the men rolled together onto the ground.

[F/N]’s palm slapped across his mouth, digging his thumb and all of his fingers into both of Satoru’s cheeks; turning him around to face towards his chest so he could pin him down better. His other hand was locked tightly in a grip around his wrists, both of his knees underneath his legs, his usual cold stare replaced by rage. And what he was hoping earlier felt heard all of a sudden.

There, he got to meet his crush for the first time and have that closeness he’d been hoping to get. Or just a simple word back. Something. He craved for his attention so bad that he could threaten him and it’d still satisfy his desire.

Gojo’s surprise slowly shifted into a wide smile, his eyes having a crazier spark to them while he giggled, figuring out what [F/N] had done. It was a trap.

The sound of a concerned voice interrupted before he could speak, “Gojo-kun? Are you okay?” Satoru mentally sighed, his expression dropping to half-lidded annoyed glare. He heard a brief slip of a laugh from [F/N] and raised his brows in shock, thinking he was amused by his face until he felt something pushing against his lower body, entering right inside of his hole.

No, he wasn’t laughing at that. He was laughing because he was enjoying the fact he was going to be exposed. Satoru should’ve been turned off by that, but rather he was loving it himself. He didn’t know why. This was so unlike the upcoming head of the Gojo clan. Although, he lost it already once [F/N] buried most of his thick length inside of him. His soul looked like it was being possessed, a purple glazing over his blue eyes.

Thankfully, he was stretched out by his fingers previously because the width of his cock was big enough to still make it feel uncomfortable. His thrusts rough as soon as he got most of it in. He didn’t think it would hurt this much, feel this amazing too. The combining sensations fucking with his brain and making him melt into the powerful man’s hold.

[F/N] was inside of his head. Literally. He could hear him whispering things in there through his technique, “You’re mine, Six Eyes. All of that cursed energy… It’s mine now.” Mind manipulation. That was his technique. He figured it out.

No wonder he couldn’t understand what it was at first. It was one of the main attributes of the special grade cursed object, ‘[M/N]’s Needles’. That means that the small marks on his forehead weren’t birthmarks, it was needles, deep into his own skull.

A smirk grew on the side of [F/N]’s mouth when he saw the ‘Aha!’ look across Gojo’s face, an extremely low, nerve-wracking voice coming out of him as he leaned right next to the white-haired male’s ear to remind him, “You’re not winning anything. I think I’d like to take your offer up on making you my new fuck toy.”

Then the aggressive fucking from before turned into straight abuse on him, Satoru’s expression twinging through a mixture of exasperation and pure bliss. Locking eyes with the same girl he’d been stressing about when his eyes rolled up into the back of his head. She choked up and took a step back, watching her peer get destroyed. But not for much longer because she mysteriously got warped into space, disappearing from the room without any explanation.

Gojo peeked back at [F/N], psychotically smirking and letting out a string of loud, slutty moans and groans. Not holding back because he knew that nobody could stop them. Especially with such a strong curse at his side. Despite his knowledge on what he was doing to him, he also made sure he could take control of the situation too. And what that means is he formed a pact.

The young sorcerer leaned forward, summoning most of his strength to give him a kiss, struggling to keep his eyes open anyway. [F/N] didn’t kiss back, knowing what he was up to the second he heard the thought from Satoru. But, he kept insisting, pushing his lips harder and harder against his.

There was several attempts at rejecting him, but it didn’t matter. Even as [F/N] gripped his ass harshly with both hands, dug all of his nails in, and tore his bottom lip up more. He continued to plant the same kiss, going so far and desperate that he started making out with him. It didn’t matter if he responded to it because Satoru wasn’t just doing it out of tricking him into this pact. This was love. Twisted, fucked up, love.

[F/N] pulled away for the twelfth time, panting and surprised that he was holding on for this amount of time. By now, they’d be falling apart and passing out. And he had even switched it to his most effective position. Gojo’s back was pressed up on the wall, arched and his legs wrapped around his waist, struggling to hold on from him being quite tall. His hand was wrapped around his neck, squeezing hard to the point where he was coughing, making sure that he didn’t lift himself to kiss him anymore.

“Do you want to get yourself killed? Or do you want to cum and survive, asshole?” [F/N] spat, getting up to his face in a threatening manner. Satoru smiled back at him once again, managing to choke a sentence out, “I want both… please!” He was teasing him even in this situation. The grip on his soul never wavering yet he talked back. This pissed him the hell off.

Every ounce of his strength raged into Gojo immediately after that, the wall caving in on them, and the sheer volume of both of their techniques fighting one another in the midst of their exchange. His crystal blues spaced out and tilted up, staring off as he fell limp in [F/N]’s arms, his forehead pressing against his to give one last attempt.

The [E/C]-eyed man couldn’t resist the temptation. He didn’t know why. He didn’t think about it. He just did it. His lips smashed onto Satoru’s expecting him to be drained of anything that he could use against him. But, he was wrong. Dead wrong. If anything, the fate had been sealed right then and there from that action.

A knot was forming in [F/N]’s and his stomach as he panicked about the failure when feeling his power fade along with Gojo’s, the smile from before planting against his face right in the kiss they had. He tricked him into it. He fucking cheated.

So much anger was rammed into Satoru for the next few hours even after [F/N] and him finished at the same pace. His guts practically being filled with his seed over and over, then rapidly having it fucked in until it couldn’t escape. He paid him back for what he did. For ruining everything he had by tying a commitment to him he didn’t want. Although, for some reason, he couldn’t help but be impressed. Possibly looking forward to their time together.

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Satoru weakly smiled at Geto and shook his head, answering his question on where he’s been the last couple of months with a soft sigh, “I’ve been getting around a lot. When you have this many fans, it’s hard to keep up.” The black-haired man looked at him, unamused; poking at his noodles. His baggy eyes seemed to be getting worse. Shoko chimed in a smart comment, “Is that why you’re getting hickeys now? You letting someone top you?”

Gojo froze and snapped his head at her, his serious face causing her to began laughing like crazy and exclaim out loud, “No way! So, it’s true! You are being bottom!” He raised his hands in the air at her and waved them around while denying it profusely, “You think someone can get one over me? Gojo! Satoru! Do you not know my name? What kind of crazy lady are you, huh?!”

They bickered back and forth until Geto split the two of them up and decided it was time for all of them to go their separate ways. He waved ‘Goodbye’ as he walked away, slipping his hands in both of his pockets before turning his head to look in an alleyway that he was barely about to pass. For a split second, he was sure he caught a glance of purple eyes peering back at him, but when he checked again; there was nothing.

He looked at the dark midsection of the buildings, waiting to see if something else would happen, and then walked on as soon as it appeared to be his mind playing tricks on him.

Little did he know, that later on in that same alleyway, after Shoko left Gojo alone. He was being fondled by the curse he now claims as his forever boyfriend and ‘fuck buddy’ who stood there, eavesdropping on him the entire day.

They switch roles in following each other. Happening to be [F/N]’s day. And they both couldn’t hold back the urge of wanting to fuck the shit out of the other all the time. Satoru never reluctant to letting the man have his way. And as he let the blue-eyed man finish from his hand, he dug his teeth into his shoulder blade, mentally shouting at him in his head, “Who’s on top again, pretty boy?! What did you say to them again?” His cum spurted everywhere onto the floor and his fingers, those eyes rolling back like usual while he muttered, “You, sir…. Only, you.”

[yourplayersaidwhat]

Sorcerer: Don’t tell me that the Paladin is a flat earther! 

Rogue: I mean, we don’t know that this world is flat or not. Hey, DM? Is this world flat? 

DM, sick of our shit:…Is this world flat?

Rogue: Yea, like, is the planet flat? 

DM:…no.

Rogue: Cube-shaped it is! Got it!

Druid: It’s obviously a donut.

Wizard: I think it’s a pyramid! 

[tangsakura]

My Response to Sukuna's You Pronouns Post

The post I am responding to was made by @thepersonperson.

So here are my thoughts about the way Sukuna uses the second-person pronoun to people + my other observations. Please read @thepersonperson's post first before reading ahead for a better understanding.

Warning: The following content contains JJK spoilers beyond the anime, so if you aren't caught up with the manga, please DO NOT INTERACT. Also, mentions of homosexuality topic in Edo & Heian periods.

Sukuna's default pronoun is always omae. But the way it's written in the manga tells you how he seriously he is addressing you. When he was talking to Yuta and Haruta, it was written as お前, the hiragana/kanji way, the usual way. Yes, he is talking to you, but he is also nonchalant about you. It carries the connotation of 'okay, he/she is just some person, meh' kind of thing if you get what I mean.

We see this with Ryu, who he wasn't taking seriously because his main priority at that moment was to kill Yorozu, who was in Tsumiki's body. On the other hand, he looked down on Yuta since to him, his curse technique wasn't anything special; if anything, Rika was the one he was paying attention to because Yuta's powers depends on her (I hope I worded this right *sweats*).

Whereas if you look at the way he talks to Maki, Jogo, the Twins, and Yuji, he is using オマエ, the katakana way. I think that he is in the moment and directly talking to them seriously. Obviously, he doesn't see them as equals nor the same level as Gojo, but they got his attention, and he's directly talking to them.

As for Mahoraga, I feel like he is reminding it that its master is him now. He was talking as if Mahoraga is his subordinate and is disappointed that it is not fulfilling its master's wishes.

And here is where it gets interesting for Kisama. The people he used Kisama with are people he sees higher than those he uses Omae with.

Let's take a three-floored pyramid. At the very top is whatever the second person pronoun or whatever he uses to indicate that he considers them as equal, which obvs we will most likely not see him use. At the bottom are the Omae people, and in the middle are the Kisama people. It makes sense that Kisama is higher, since Kisama irl was originally used for respectable people, or even those higher than you in the upper class/ranks.

For Yorozu, I think the reason he used Kisama was because he's trusting her enough to do what is necessary if she ever defeats him. Throughout their fight, Sukuna uses オマエ, the serious Omae, meaning he's taking her seriously but still looking down at her more than Kisama people - Gojo and Kashimo. But when they're talking about what would happen if Yorozu defeats him, he talks as if he was trusting her enough with his 'dead' body (remember, to him, defeat = being no different than dying). Of course, he was not seeing her as his equal nor wants defeat from her, but interacting just enough to indicate to her 'hey, I don't ever want to die (be defeated), but if I ever do, do what you want with me. I trust you to some extent' kind of thing.

For Gojo and Kashimo, he uses Kisama to them because he sees them as someone he would fight with all of his attention, more than the Omae people. The ones who will give him a greater satisfaction, the ones he'll get along with even if it'll only be for a short while. Mind you, these two are the strongest in their era, so you might even think of it as acknowledging them for being at the top of the strength hierarchy in their generations.

Let me first start with Gojo.

In chapter 224, Sukuna calls Gojo "名前をついてないだけの魚" - a fish that merely has no name attached to it.

JJK Chapter 224

Think about it. Sukuna is called many names, including the titles 'King of Curses', 'The Fallen', and 'The Honoured One'. Even Kashimo is called, 'The God of Lightning'. But what about Gojo? In this generation, they call him 'The Strongest Sorcerer', but these two were also called that in their respective generations aside from their famous epithet(s). So what's his name outside of that? This is what Sukuna is telling him - he has no name outside of being 'The Strongest', thus he's just a fish. Don't get me wrong. He still thinks highly of him than those in the Omae level.

(Also, man says 'uo', the older Japanese word for fish, instead of 'sakana' lmao)

Now, in another instance, Sukuna included an English word into his speech and switched to the お前 pronoun. How I interpret this is Sukuna tricking Gojo. Remember, today in Japan, Kisama is a really derogatory second-person pronoun that it might as well be a swear word.

JJK Chapter 231

Sukuna isn't looking down on Gojo that much compared to those in the Omae category - he respects him to a certain extent; but Gojo doesn't see it like that. Gojo definitely thinks that Sukuna is looking down on him so much and that he is insulting him. When Sukuna remarks about the 'countdown until that smirk of yours disappears', Gojo sees it as a sign that Sukuna has elevated Gojo and sees him as an equal in the battlefield, indicating that his attacks dealt a tremendous damage on Sukuna. But about the countdown word, I think it may have also come from Yuji's and Megumi's influences that he uses a few English words here and there, but definitely he talked a bit like a modern person to seem like he was trying to connect to Gojo. We might as well say that he was taking advtange of modern Japan's language and societal norms to play on Gojo's mindset.

Anyways, unfortunately, in Sukuna's view, he was now nonchalant. Remember what I said previously about お前 for him - he's not serious in his interaction to the person he's using that to. So while it might not have been obvious to Gojo, it should be obvious to the readers, assuming they pay attention to how he uses his Omae pronoun..... that there was something strange with him. What's going on? Of course, we eventually find out what he has under his sleeve in ch 236.........

And as for remembering part of Yorozu's words..... it isn't clear when you read it this chapter alone, but once you read chapter 238, it makes sense.

JJK Chapter 238 (English Translation)

In that moment, Sukuna recognized that Gojo is having a hard time with making sense of 'love', that Gojo is dealing with solitude but hasn't come to terms with it. It made sense now as to why Sukuna remember Yorozu's words - chapter 238 confirms this through his dialogue. (I swear, this man knows how to read a person's psyche and personality so well and he uses it against people (e.g. Yuji)

Also, Yorozu's default second-pronoun, at least with Sukuna, is Anata, which is feminine and is the usual female second person pronoun regardless of the female's relationship to the person she's speaking with. Women also uses this to call their spouse or lover, just as how men will use omae or kimi to their spouse or lover (though, if we're talking about Sukuna, I don't think this rule will apply because of how he uses Omae......). Nevertheless, unless we see more of her, I'll consider Anata as her default second person pronoun.

Anyways, after Gojo's death comes Kashimo. Sukuna definitely acknowledges him as 'The Strongest' of his generation, as indicated with his use of Kisama, but he got pissed. He was high at that moment. He was genuinely satisfied. He fought someone who stood his ground and wasn't thrown uselessly around like Jogo did. He got to learn about this unique, calculative and power cursed technique. He was challenged with overcoming infinity, something so difficult to bypass, but overcame it with 10 shadows (shoutout to Mahoraga/Makora), not by his own technique alone. He got a new version of dismantle - World Slash.

He also most likely witnessed probably the most heartwarming afterlife scene for him (I refused to believe that he didn't witness the airport scene with Gojo and co. in their much younger selves - I mean he was there watching Jogo's afterlife scene then goes to interrupt, and does the same thing with Kashimo's afterlife scene), which makes me believe that it was also one of the reasons why he was beaming when he said, 'You are praiseworthy, Satoru Gojo. It seems that I will not forget you for as long as I live.'

JJK Chapter 236

Unlike Jogo and Kashimo, Gojo did not move on to the afterlife full of regrets and disappointment. Sure, he said that he didn't do well enough to reach Sukuna and all, but that was literally inconsequential. Like did you see him with all the people he was with during Inventory Arc, including Riko (no Toji) when he finally passed on? He was all smiles and there was nothing else. He got all the answers and anything else that he needed - the closure - from his peers from the afterlife, understood it all, and came to terms with it. So, there was no reason for Sukuna to intervene and give his two cents to Gojo to give him the closure he needed. That was why, Sukuna must've been happy, because Gojo had a 'proper death', no regrets and disappointment or whatsoever towards the life he led. He nor anybody else alive at the moment weren't needed by Gojo for him to move on.

Anyways, back to the topic of Kashimo.

I believe that if Kashimo had waited for a while for Sukuna to savour the aftermath of his fight with Gojo (I'm not even surprised if he was mourning his death a bit), he would've bothered to 'properly' fight Kashimo. What I mean is fighting him with him knowing about him, including his name. But that didn't happen. Even though he recognized Kashimo as worthy like Gojo Satoru, he entered at the wrong time. Even so, Sukuna entertained him, but if you read their fight, it wasn't the same as the one with Gojo. It felt more rushed and it just felt like Sukuna wasn't doing it for the sake of having fun and learning. It didn't help that Kashimo was being demanding of him for answers to his complications and issues.

Then, in the afterlife scene, when Kashimo was talking to Sukuna, it was noted how Kashimo went from Omae to Anta. I believe this is him not only elevating Sukuna or lowering himself in their interaction, but also letting Sukuna about his feelings for him. Anta is the informal version of Anata and is still feminine enough. When a guy uses feminine language, they are being polite/respectful to whoever they are talking to (unless they don't identify as a male).

Remember, Kashimo was from the Edo period and during that time, believe it or not, homosexuality was rampant among the monastic (monks) and samurai classes. There was this thing called age-structured homosexual relationships. So, basically, somebody young, usually adolescent male, would be in a relationship with their master, a male adult. Until the adolescent one comes of age, they will be in this relationship. Usually the older one is the active and dominant one, while younger one is the one receiving the older one. In the case of the samurai class, the younger one receives the older partner "out of love, loyalty, and affection, rather than sexual desire". There are also male prostitutes, mainly kabuki actors, who are sought by males, as well.

I think Sukuna also recognized Kashimo's attraction to him but he rejects him outright with the words he said to him that love was worthless. I mean, even in Heian era, there were also homosexual relationships. This is evident in Genji Monogatari, where Genji rejected a lady and instead slept with her younger brother. (Also, mind you all, we don't know Sukuna's sexual preferences, so don't make assumptions lmao)

In anycase, this is my two cents regarding Sukuna's second-person pronouns. I hope you had a fun time reading it. Feel free to share your thoughts or let me know what I missed. As usual, I will respond when I feel like it lmao

Until next time!

[johnkahner]

Hi! I saw your post requesting asks about MK asks and I have no idea why I'm so obsessed with characters from a game I've never played but here we are.

Can I request a fem!reader x MK1 Smoke where reader saves Smoke during the battle at the end on the pyramid and they fight side by side until the end where they finally confess their feelings and it ends with fluff? I just wanna see Tomas happy. Thanks in advance!

AN: Hello! I hope this is to your liking! I love Smoke, and I hope I was able to write his character correctly. This was super fun to write. This wasn't proof read.

Notes: Female Reader and Fluff

Before Armageddon began you and Smoke were talking about the fights to be had. His face is full of concern and his voice of sincerity. He calls your name “I think you should stay back, and let the others and I deal with this.” You look slightly disappointed. You want to protect him and your friends. Though you won’t complain that he is worried about your safety during this fight that could destroy your home.

“Don’t worry Tomas. I don’t want you to worry too much. Just focus on what’s about to happen.”

The two exchange smiles. Then the fight began.You keep distance from him. Fighting when necessary. You want to stay somewhat close to Tomas in case he gets into major trouble. You want him to stay safe. Not just because he is your closest friend, but because he is the one that you want to give your heart to.

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The battle against the Titan Deadly Alliance is happening now. Smoke fought many battles to get to this moment. Seeing variants of friends, foes, and some being hybrids of the two. He wants to finish this final fight. He hopes you are safe. With Armageddon happening now he just wants to protect you. When he is dodging attacks from the two sorcerers he makes a mistake. He stumbles. Almost face first.

Smoke notices that someone has appeared in front of him. He sees you. He’s shocked that you are trying to fight both Shang Tsung and Quan Chi to help him out. He decides that now isn’t to scold you for almost getting injured in this fight.

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The two of you work together to defeat them. After the battle you two stand side by side. He looks at you with a worried expression. “That was extremely dangerous,” he says your name, “I had things handled.”

Shuffling your feet. “I just didn’t want to see you hurt. It makes me sad just thinking about it…”

“I can say the same about you. Honestly I’ve been wanting to say this for a while now, but I wasn’t sure how to exactly tell you this.”

You look each other in the eyes. Your ears turn a shade of red, while his cheeks are dusted with a pink color. The moment is peaceful. Though the exact location may not be exactly what others would count as ‘romantic’.

“I like you. I think about you more than I think I should. During my training sessions I think of ways I can just impress you.” He confesses his true feelings for you. You smile at him gently resting your hands on his face. You lean in and press your lips to his for a simple and light kiss. Then move to whisper in his ear “Want to go to Madam Bo’s after this?”

[kit-williams]

It's just a dream... right?

You had wished your Thousand Son Ari a good night. He was pretty happy with your collection of occult books and the fact there was a shop nearby. You had done so much research into trying to take care of a Thousand Son but none of them showed interest until Ari did. You relaxed into your comfortable bed and drifted off.

Ari got up and started to watch you sleep... and the warp slowly fills the room as he mutters and whispers his spells. Your eyes start to dart under your eyelids as your dream shifts and contorts into something distorted... people having too many eyes... to many mouths... and suddenly everything turns into like Barbie threw up.

The bruised color purple and pinks filled your vision as you were thrown around like you were in the ocean. You went under? a current of this miasma and you could feel your body pull apart and put itself back together as you land on a polished floor. Large pyramids of white and gold are in the distance and you walk closer. You are passed by other Thousand Sons and Rubriks.

"Ari?" You chirp out not noticing the Sorcerers stopping and looking around as if they heard something. You continue to move closer and closer to the pyramids as you continue to call out to Ari.

"Hello little one." A smooth voice speaks to you and you stop and looked up at the horned helmet with the brightest glowing blue eyes. His head tilted slightly as you maintained eye contact with him. You couldn't feel the way the warp was bleeding out of your eyes, nose, and mouth. But with this sorcerer around warp started to bleed from nearly every orifice and pore. "Are you looking for something or someone?"

"My Thousand Son... Ari have you seen him? Though this is funny... normally we can't understand you." You laugh softly as the sorcerer hums.

"Perhaps Father could help with your search." He says starting to corral you towards the pyramids.

"What can my dad do to help?"

"No child... my Father... Ari's Father... the genesire." He explained gently.

You feel a wrongness in your gut as you try to move away, "No... no I'm good."

"No child you are not good." His eyes flashed brightly and you nodded as you realized you weren't good.

"Please," You whimpered softly, "I need to find Ari... I'm scared. I don't like it here." The feeling of wrongness grows as you see those weird fire like symbols on others.

"Of course child." He cooed, "I am Ahzek Ahriman." He said as you were now approaching the pyramid and your mind told you to not go inside but that fear left you when Ahriman touched your back and you walked with him.

Your eyes widened at the endless library that seems to spiral up but also down. You felt sick and dizzy as it looked like it was moving you backed away holding your head. Before you hear a chuckle behind you. You look over your shoulder and your eyes widen again as you must be dreaming as there is a red man with a mane of red hair and a single glowing blue eye. Horns on his head and digigrade legs but he was impossibly tall with big wings that were a gradient from dark blue at the tips to red at the base. But he was so big.

"Hmmm too much for you little one?" He smiled... it was so charming looking as he snapped his fingers and suddenly he was people sized. Not Ari sized but just a normal man sized... built like a brick shithouse mind you and still with large wings but people sized. "Better dear?"

"Y-yeah. Alright dream bird-" You say before Ahriman interrupts.

"His name is Magnus."

"Okay Magnus... I'm looking for my Ari."

"Your Ari...." He says before walking closer and touching your face. Normally you wouldn't let a man touch you like this but it was a dream and you sighed into the touch, closing your eyes. When you open them again you scream as that weird miasma poured out of his eye and mouth, you could feel it wash over you. "Oh there they are.... Thank you my dear... you should wake up."

Your eyes snap open as you scream and sob. Ari is by your side right away and you hug him tightly. "Ari... my Ari... you're okay." He says something as he rubs your back pleased with himself.

[apilgrimpassingby]

Choose Your Magic School

So, a while back I developed a magic school divided into nine sub-schools; each sub-school is located on a mountaintop, collectively forming a circle of mountains, with a common space between them where students from all schools can meet.

The locations of the sub-schools are as follows:

Alchemists are located in a steampunk-style castle atop a mountain covered in birch woods, and they have an aviary of phoenixes.

Conjurers (think Ancient-Egyptian-style magic) are located in a giant pyramid atop a mountain covered in gardens like this, and they have a living sphinx who patrols the base.

Mystics are located in a wooden monastery atop a mountain covered in frozen waterfalls and snowy trees, and they have a yeti who hides in the forest.

Necromancers (who here can be good or evil) are located in catacombs amidst a mountain covered in mausoleums, gravestones etc. and willow and yew trees, and they have a pack of hellhounds who act as class pets.

Observers (UFO-based magic) are located in a giant observatory atop a mountain covered in dark pine woods, and they have a mothman who swoops around the trees.

Shamans are located in a treetop village atop a mountain covered in jungle, and they get up to and down from the villages by means of griffins.

Sorcerers (stereotypical evil magic, but can be good or evil) are located in a huge black tower atop a mountain covered in ash and dead trees, and they have a dragon in a cave on the mo.

Witches (rural magic) are located in a cute village of cottages atop a mountain covered in oak, beeches and streams, and they have a stable of unicorns.

Wizards (high-church-styled magic) are located in a Romanesque abbey complex atop a mountain covered in herb gardens, and they have apparitions of seraphim.

Tagging @roses-red-and-pink, @melisssg99, @cactusflowerfemme and @rebelnurse

[true--north]

• THE WOLF MOON • prompt: myth • pairing: Elsa x Hans • albino!Elsa, Northuldra, animal magic, medieval AU, suggestive, ambiguous ending •

Elsa was going to spend all night in a vigil. As a noaidi, she vowed to do her best to help others. But something wasn't working. No matter how much she asked the Spirits to heal old Yelana, she still was sick. The Spirits refused her offerings. So Elsa was going to try again and again while there was still hope.

She went deep into the dark forest, built a fire, and placed a wooden bowl of reindeer blood, and fish she intended to present to the Spirits, on the snow. Alone in the night, Elsa let down her hair, took off her girdle, sat down, and sang an invocation.

She closed her eyes and let her spirit merge with the Nature around her. But not the patrons of the tribe, something else, something alien, has come to meet her calling.

A ghostly white wolf circled around the fire, howling with her song, its weightless paws leaving no footprints in the snow. Elsa sprang to her feet, threatening the beast with an enchanted dagger made of whale bone.

It was a foreign spirit, not of their forest, but, surprisingly, she sensed no hostility. Only longing. Only sorrow. The wolf stopped, looking at her pleadingly, then disappeared into the forest.

Elsa set off after it. The wolf looked back at her, leading her somewhere.

Towards the glacier at the edge of the forest. At the last aspen, the wolf took one last look at her, and merged with the purple shadows. Elsa stepped forwards cautiously, and fixed her eyes on the glacier. There, inside the frozen river was a young man, frozen into the thickness of blue ice.

He looked like the people from the Fjord Lands, from the stone houses. Those whom the people of the Forest, her people, have always feared. He was handsome, this stranger. He had a mane of long red hair and freckles on his high cheekbones. He wore a fur cloak and a tunic of fine grey wool, and had a beautiful silver torc around his neck, and an iron sword.

So that's why the wolf spirit had called her to save its master, Elsa realised. So the man was a sorcerer, since he had a spirit helper? She didn't really feel like doing that, but could she leave a man helpless, even if he was an enemy? She couldn't. The Spirits wouldn't approve of that. So she went to pick her things she left behind, and made a new fire by the glacier.

She sat and watched the prisoner of the ice, and waited. When his body went limp, she laid him closer to the fire, and rubbed his strong chest and broad shoulders with a cloth and warming herbal ointment to draw fire to his heart, and then she drew a healing rune on his heart, dipping her forefinger in reindeer blood.

The ice man opened his eyes, and Elsa thought they looked like the youthful leaves of April aspens. "Where are they? Who are you?"

"You are in the Northuldra lands. We are alone here."

He sat up and stared dazedly at Elsa. At her white fur coat and beads, whale knife, drum, and loose hair. "Who are you?"

"I am Spirit Talker. Who are you? I saved you, you owe me the truth."

The man's eyes flashed mysteriously. He squared his shoulders.

"I am Hans, the thirteenth son of the konung Magnus. My brothers wanted to get rid of me. And it seems they have almost succeeded." And he told her about his family. Of the cruel father who kept many women in slavery, and of the children from them, all sons, each of whom tried to surpass the others in strength and ferocity so as not to end up at the bottom of the pyramid. In the place of the youngest. His.

"Why are they doing this to you?" Elsa couldn't imagine how a brother could hate his brother enough to bewitch him to die a cruel way like this, imprisoned in a block of ice.

"Because I'm not like them. I'm different." Hans replied in a low voice, glaring at her with a heart wrenching yearning. "I see I can share that with you, O Spirit Talker." He meant her white hair, and colourless skin, and almost invisible eyelashes, and eyes the colour of ice, everything that made her so different from her family; from all people, in fact.

"My people never hurt me because I was different," she shook her head, "But they thought I was born...this way for a reason, that I was marked by the Spirits and should belong to them, not to people." An honourable duty, but so lonesome. Elsa knew the forest and the mysteries of Nature's magic much better than human warmth and love.

Hans smiled strangely, the firelight dancing a wild dance in his eyes. "Then we are not so different, after all. Once people see your true face, they reject you and run in fear."

"True face?" Elsa raised an eyebrow.

A huge white wolf ploughed her down into the snow. His eyes were as green as a spring forest and its bloodthirsty mouth was bright red. Black claws dug painfully into her shoulders. He snarled.

"So this is why your brothers hate you..." she exhaled, fearless. "Will you be the monster they think you are, Hans, son of Magnus?"

The wolf blinked, and after a moment returned to his true appearance. Or was it the other way round, and the human form was a disguise for the wolf son...? Hans lay on top of her, his lips an inch from hers, his quickened breathing sweet and warm, his hands pleasantly heavy on her waist and hips. A strange longing echoed in Elsa's chest. She imagined them alone in her lonely lavvu, naked, buried in lush reindeer and fox furs, and his caresses on her body a hot, liquid fire.

"Is Spirit Talker your true name?"

But she had no time to utter it. Hans pressed a kiss on her lips, and after a few agonisingly sweet moments he was a wolf again, leapt off her and raced off into the darkness of the forest.

She sat up and listened to the echo of his howling. The winter moon was full that night, round and yellow as amber, and its call was one that no living soul could resist.

"It's Elsa." she said.

@helsaweenfun

[bookerofbookeries]

Heian Era Sukuna x 6000 year old G/N Reader

Meeting each other HC's

Brief mentions of masscaring and burning villages. Mentions of some violence. Mentions the F word a couple of times.

Also this hasn't been prove read, so I apologise in advance for any grammar mistakes.

You have been around for 6,000 years.

you were born around the same time the pyramids were being built.

Through the years you got good a fighting and learned to harness you cursed energy, but you never used it as you loved to travel and explore rather than fight.

You would buy books from every library you went too and would bring the home to your forest house in the middle of no where in Russia. So far north that the sun does not set for 6 months.

During the Heian Era in Japan, you had travelled there as you had heard amyn stories of the beauty there, however you weren't aware of a Curse user known as the King of Curses.

You had the unknown privilege of not being killed by him. He studied you're form in the middle of burning down a village.

You didn't look scared at all and maybe that's why he let you go.

You teleported back home with everything that you had collected.

Days went passed and you couldn't take you mind off the creature you saw. Or man? You assume he was a cursed spirit. 8 feet tall with two face and four arms and the cursed energy you felt was so immense. You've never felt anything like it.

Back in Japan, a few hours after sukuna had completely burned the village down. His mind strayed back to you. Youre beauty was one thing, but the fact you weren't even scared of him was another.

He couldn't get you out of his mind.

You couldn't get him out of your mind.

You went back.

He went looking.

While trying to find him, you came across an abandoned village and found old books in an overgrown library. So of course you had to take some.

"Stealing is a crime you know."

You turn around faster than ever. It was him. The curse with four arms and two faces.

"So is massacring villages and burning them to the ground." You remarked quickly.

He was stunned that you spoke back without a hint of fear in your voice.

"You're not from around here, are you?" He started stalking closer to you subtly.

Of course you noticed it even though it was subtly. Your combat knowledge wasn't something you could forget.

"No." You slowly hold a book up to cover your ace when he gets closer to you. You not necessarily scared of him, just more shy. And you found him attractive somehow.

"It shows." He pushes the book away from you're face. He scans over your features and tilts his head.

He huffed and started leaving the building.

You can sense the danger oozing from him but you're sweet, innocent mind decided to follow.

That started everything between you two.

You did nearly everything together.

Ate, drank, read, walked, travelled, talked.

Even in the smaller moments when sukuna soft. Having come back from fights with sorcerers. He was tired, hungry, grumpy and you had learned what he needed in those moments. Those small soft moments that you cherished with him.

Of course, when he had had enough of you babying him, he would abruptly tell you to fuck off and leave him alone to which you always chuckled and left without a word.

The day he was killed by the sorcerers was the day you had died inside as well. You lost a part of yourself that day and that void has never been filled again.

You returned home and continued your travels, filling you library at home with copious amount of books.

Fast forward 1000 years. A pink haired boy ate Sukuna's finger and he came back as a cursed object.

You felt that balance of power shift and new it was him.

He had returned, and you immediately left to find him again. To fill the void in your heart. To find the piece of you that had been missing.

I have a few ideas for this, so I might even continue it as an oc thing, but we'll see how far this goes.

[alephskoteinos]

I'd like to share some fascinating insights about the ancient Egyptian concept of Heka, which refers both to basically the concept of "magic" in Egyptian terms and to the deity who personified that concept, derived from The Mechanics of Ancient Egyptian Magical Practice by Robert Kriech Ritner. I do not doubt it will have a certain relevance to the broad milieu of Left Hand Path occultism, though in a larger sense I figure it has important things to say about magic in paganism. What follows is an overview of how Ritner covers the concept of heka.

Heka is an Egyptian word that was selected by Coptic scribes to translate the Greek terms "mageia", and therefore magic. Magic is often defined in opposition to traditional religion, and this understanding was sadly, to varying degrees, reflected in pre-Christian Roman and Greek cultures almost as much as it was across Christianity (remember, the Greek word "mageia" was typically derogatory), but this was just not the case for ancient Egyptians. In fact, if by magic we mean heka and by heka we mean magic, magic was seen by ancient Egyptians as an important part of religious life and the life of the cosmos itself. Egyptian texts such as the Pyramid Texts treated magic or heka as something that someone could possess and work over the cosmos or the world around them. That being said, understanding what heka means also depends on understanding the god Heka.

Heka is a deity who is first attested to in visual form at the funerary temple of the Fifth Dynasty pharaoh Sahure, where Heka is depicted leading a procession of gods bearing offerings to the pharoah. In the Coffin Texts, there is a spell meant to allow a magician to become Heka, which also serves as the longest theological exposition on the concept of heka or magic. In this text, the god Heka is shown as the first being to have been created by Re-Atum, who was created before the emanation of Hu (the first word) and before the emergence of duality, gave rise to the Ennead, and thus preceded almost all of the other Egyptian deities. In this sense, however, Ritner argues that the god Heka is really a hypostasis of the creative power of Re-Atum which is the source of the order of the cosmos itself. Further, in the Coffin Texts, Heka is also said to inspire fear in all the gods who came into being after him through his powers, and came into being of himself. Heka's creative power is not limited to a single event but is instead re-enacted daily. In fact, Heka is depicted as taking his place on the solar barque of Ra as a protector of Ra.

Heka, as magic, was understood as a power that could be used defensively, both by the gods and by humans, to destroy their enemies or preserve existence. In fact, according to the Instructions for King Merikare, magic was divinely created as a "weapon" for human beings to use for their own defense. Heka was thus, on its own, perfectly religiously legitimate, not to mention perfectly legal, but in a sense it was also basically "morally" neutral. It could be used to defend or create things, but it could also be used for "evil", presumably usually meaning hostile or "criminal" acts. "Sorcery" in itself was not illegal in ancient Egypt, but it was illegal to use magic against the king. In that context, though, one might assume that the crime was not magic itself but rather was understood simply as a form of sedition or seditious conspiracy. In fact, there is only one trial in the whole of Egyptian history for sorcery: the crime was using wax figures for magic in a plot against the throne, and even so the magic itself came from books that belonged to the king himself. Otherwise, the Coffin Texts also apparently mention an "evil magic", a form of heka used by spirits of the underworld and sorcerers that the deceased does not obey, but this is in the sense of meaning "hostile" magic - as in "hostile" from the perspective of deceased souls, and Ritner stresses this is nothing like the concept of "black magic" taken for granted in our Western Christocentric culture. Even Apep, who is daily destroyed by Heka, has his own heka and spells that he wields ineffectually against Ra.

Even so, Heka has an interestingly ambiguous stature, even in relationship to the cosmic order. On the one hand, the god Heka is depicted as the generator and protector of cosmic order. On the other hand, heka is something that can be used to threaten other gods and the order of the cosmos. In the Book of the Heavenly Cow, Ra flees into the heavens from magicians who act as they please using the magic that is in their bodies. In Egyptian myth, Ra refuses to share his divine name with Isis on the grounds that he doesnt want magicians knowing it and therefore being able to threaten him with it. Egyptian theologians sometimes responded to this idea by declaring that at least some gods (for example, Shu and the divine bull of Medamud) were immune to the effects of magic. Despite this, there are numerous magical texts and spells in which magic had the power to threaten gods, the solar barque, and even the existence of the cosmos. According to Ritner, this reflects a widely held Egyptian belief in the power of heka as something all beings are subject to. You can see this clearly in the Greek Magical Papyri, in which lots and lots of spells featured compulsion rites or "threats" made to various gods by magicians, often assimilating into the identity of other gods.

Incidentally, the god Heka was also sometimes seen as having the power to threaten the souls of the deceased: in the Book of Coming Forth by Day (or "The Book of the Dead"), Heka can be threatening to the deceased soul along with a thousand violent divine guardians who stand beside him, and this threat has to be overcome by the deceased (though, again, this isn't necessarily supposed to mean something demonic).

Interestingly, the Egyptians did not see heka as something "supernatural" in the sense that we think of it today, and neither was it seen as "prenatural" as such, but rather as something present within "nature", or at least within the order of the cosmos itself, and as something that gives life to the cosmos itself. It was thought to reside in the bodies of gods and humans as well as in the plants and stones of the earth. This is actually very much in line with the concept of sunthemata as presented by "Neoplatonist" philosophers such as Iamblichus and Proclus, in which The One and/or the divine is diffused across all things in the cosmos, even plants and stones. In the Book of the Heavenly Cow, Ra is also depicted as being immanent in heka or Heka, which in turn is imminent in everything else. This is very interesting because it's as if Ra sees himself as being threatened by that which he himself is immanent in. Even more interesting is the text's ba-theology, in which heka is established as the ba-spirit of Ra himself, who created and established the heavens to house the ba-spirits of the other gods in. So heka is the ba-spirit of Ra, who is immanent in heka, which in turn is immanent in the bodies of the magicians who now threaten Ra. On the other hand, a separate hymn currently housed in Berlin depicts heka or magic as the ba-spirit of the god Ptah. In later papyri, heka is describe as the ka of Ra.

Ritner suggests that Heka's association with ka is linked to the power of heka to enter or penetrate the ka of anything in creation and invest it with either generative or destructive power. Power itself becomes the emblem of Heka's name. In Ptolemaic hieroglyphs, the image of Heka featured a phty-sign on his head, which Ritner suggests is a way of writing the word "ntr", or neteru, meaning "god" or "deity", thus reflecting the notion of the gods as being sources of heka or magical power. In another payprus, Re-Atum says "magic (heka) is my name".

Heka (magic) is to be understood as a power immanent throughout the cosmos, which both underwrites the very existence of the cosmos and might potentially destroy it, and can both support the order of the cosmos and subvert and shatter it; divine power that also threatens gods. That last part is in the sense that heka (magic) comes from the gods, is immanent in gods and at least one god is immanent in it, but it is also capable of threatening gods and spirits, or allowing magicians to do so. The way that works runs along lines similar to the theurgical logic of sunthemata, but also runs along the lines of Egyptian theology concerning ka. From that very standpoint, you can see the true extent to which the magic of the PGM is underwritten by Egyptian theology.

Those who align with a "Left Hand Path" magical orientation can clearly derive something useful from this conception, especially when seeking a link to paganism that might break them from what they see as the confines of the Christocentric religious imaginary. It seems then that those who want a pagan magical worldview that also allows the same kind of Promethean conceit so present in modern Satanism and similar systems would do well to explore the subject of ancient Egyptian magic and theology.

[qualitymoonsuit]

Back cover of Indiana Jones and the Pyramid of the Sorcerer, by Ryder Windham.

[aita-blorbos]

AWTA for exercising our divine right to rule?

We (10 when Our brain was removed by heretics) were once a mighty Pharaoh of Egypt, but for the longest time We were confined to the shadowy realms. We were rescued by an overweight detective, S, and placed in the body of his partner, who was also blessed with the ability to harness the true might of the Toys of the Gods just as We once did in Our time.

S required Our aid in rescuing his partner's brain, and promised Us the body of either a space gorilla or a sorcerer upon completion of this boon. As S restored Our brain to a body, We deemed this boon worthy of Our time and assisted him up to the point where We acquired the Toybox, filled with Toys of the Gods. We used the Toys to restore Ourselves to Our rightful place as the lord of all reality, creating a world where We were worshipped by all.

Well We say 'all' but once again there were heretics that dared to oppose Us. They conspired with S and his partner, destroyed Our corndog pyramid multiple times, and even managed to remove my brain again! It's not fair! Why can't they see that if the Gods didn't want Us to rule, they wouldn't have granted Us The Curse of Horus (the name used by the ungrateful wretches of my time)?

[docgold13]

Profiles in Villainy

Mumm-Ra

The demon sorcerer Mumm-Ra is the self-proclaimed ‘ever-living source of evil’ on Third Earth, possessing mighty magical powers and an ageless lifespan. Although in truth he is the bound servant to the Four Ancient Spirits of Evil who provide him with power and virtual immortality to further their pursuit of spreading their dark influence throughout Third Earth.

Residing within the Black Pyramid amid the ruins of an ancient civilization, Mumm-Ra exists in a decayed, weakened form that must return to a stone sarcophagus to replenish his energy. He can summon the power to transform himself into a more vigorous, muscular form (Mumm-Ra, the Ever-Living) by reciting the incantation, “Ancient Spirits of Evil, transform this decayed form to Mumm-Ra, the Ever-Living!" In this form he possesses incredible strength and vast magical abilities; yet will lose these powers if tricked into gazing upon his own reflection.  

These Ancient Spirits of Evil task Mumm-Ra with destroying the Thundercats and obtaining the powerful Sword of Omens.  He battles the Thundercats on multiple occasions, even enlisting the aide of other villains, including the Mutant Army and the Lunattacks.  And yet Mumm-Ra is never able to succeed in accomplishing his goal.  As a final punishment for his repeated failures, the Ancient Spirits banish Mumm-Ra from Third Earth, trapping his essence in a nether-realm.  

In the 2011 reboot of The Thundercats, Mumm-Ra is an evil sorcerer who leads the Lizard Army in overthrowing the Kingdom of Thunderra.  The 2020 series, Thundercats Roar, presents a version of Mumm-Ra more in tune with his original narrative. 

Actor Earl Hammond voiced the villain in the original series; while actor Robin Atkin Downes voiced the character in the 2011 series; and actor Patrick Seitz voiced him in ThunderCats Roar.  Mumm-Ra first appeared in the second episode of Thundercats, airing on January 23rd, 1985.  

[theghostofcinnamonpast]

casually imagining a demon in the modern day venting that most of the demons in the ars goetia are the luckiest and/or smartest sons of bitches in the business. because they're all Big Names, right?

well they are Now. but most of these gals were two bit, know-nothing nobodies in the middle ages. sure some of them were important even then but for every Bael you had at least two dozen Andrases. nah, all these guys did was big up their entirely invented resumes and trade their name to one of a few score sorcerers in the early-modern period. who was going to care that rather than being "a grand duke, commanding 26 legions of inferior spirits" you were the infernal equivalent of geoff from accounting, when, if someone did have the guts and skill to summon you up, they'd mostly just be asking for petty information work any human spy or scholar could do better. "yes you are boss, right away boss, as you say boss" and the human walks off thinking that they're billy fucking big boots and you kick the can down the road until you can be bothered. at worst you'll be asked to explain the mysteries of the stars, and then you're just stuck having to explain basic calculus to some poor german before it was actually invented.

BUT

and here's the big BUT

they wrote these names down. they told these to students or to companions, and eventually someone compiles The Lesser Key of Solomon, with all the lies you've told any potential summoner, plus the ones the summoners added on to make themselves look good. and now you're cooking with gas. because as a demon you're still an immaterial being, right, still got no actual Matter in the strict sense to train or strengthen. so you're running solely on the attention economy. worship is power, but that's the gold standard, that's god stuff. a demon ain't getting any of that, but Name Recognition - for a demon that is the Good Shit. that's the power that kicks of a good old circle wide coup and stops you from burning out for centuries. if it worked that way, you'd find all the demons in hell fighting over the name Coca Cola. (i think some blue lass tried it most recently...)

so despite being small guttering flames in the chaotic inferno of... Well inferno, these bastards have managed to find the One Weird Trick to immense cosmic power and hard working demons like myself hate them for it. now anyone writing anything with a demon, or even just wants to look cool and edgy, what do they do? they open up a copy of the ars goetia and thumb through until they find a good name. hell they don't even do that these days. no they just swan over to List of demons in the Ars Goetia on wikipedia and skip even that step. so Everyone knows these names, or if they don't they Know The Vibe and so the rich get richer. all these bluffs and fabrications we started with? they're true now, if only because your average demon has enough propriety to get somewhat embarrassed about their teenage exaggerations after half a millennium.

we've all cottoned on to the trick now, and getting your name imprinted on some magical attestation in the mortal world is the demonic equivalent of a pyramid scheme now. it works - but you had to be in on the ground floor. unfortunately for poor sods like me, the ground floor was about five hundred years ago. so that just leaves us with the honest-to-goodness Seventy Two. and the one thing I really want to know is

which of them saw it coming? and which of them just got Lucky?

[kerizaret]

/pos

OK so.... this is... very vibes based but....

Kwiat Jabłoni's re-interpretation of Eldo's "Miasto Słońca" (City of Sun) is THE wxs song to me. It's so hard to put in words. Bc it's just about this. Love and dreams and wanting to see the world together...

So many of my thoughts are just feels but I'll try explaining. Also amateur translation so beware

The first verses are like. Not anything in specific. It's just about the day passing well, "moving forward like a good movie" (?). But smth about life as a movie (show/play). I'm pulling at strings here tho /silly

Niewinny czarodziej leci witać się z chmurami [An innocent wizard flies to greet the clouds]

Brudny chodnik kilkanaście kilometrów pod trampkami [Dirty pavement several kilometers under [their] shoes]

Now this is very Emu Ootori to me. Emu the innocent dreamer whose head is a bit in the clouds (feet not touching the "dirty ground", smth about her chasing her dreams and ideas without realising the hard/technical problems of it at first. If that makes sense). But also she loves and loves everything about the world and treats it with this kindness and excitement.

Also. Shao (and Miles = her grandpa). "Sorcerer and apprentice" team name. Yk, the whole magic/sorcerers imaginery

Zbieram okruchy dnia, łączę wszystkie w całość [I collect crumbs of everyday, put them together into one]

Słońce świeci dzisiaj dla mnie jak co rano [The sun shines for me today like every morning]

This feels like Tsukasa to me.

Tsukasa putting a bit of himself/his daily life & feelings into his roles to make them "whole" (that one verse is actually smth like "i merge them all together into something whole" but that sounds awkward so i went with "put tohether into one"). Also smth about living everyday to the fullest. Being happy and attached to the small things, appreciating each moment. Also smth smth sekai is created from his feelings and its reflecting "crumbs" of his life and all

Also "The sun shines FOR ME" is just very tsukasa. That one "sun shining through the foliage as if a natural spotlight made to shine for me" line from his initial 1☆ . But also just his optimistic look on life

Chodź, pokażę ci kolor mego szczęścia [Come, I'll show you the colour of my happiness]

Dziś palącym słońcem Śródmieścia [Today in the scorching sun downtown]

Zbudujemy piramidy z marzeń [We'll build pyramids out of dreams]

Otwórz oczy na świat; zwiedzimy go razem [Open your eyes to the world; we'll visit it together]

THE CHORUS. OUHHRH THE CHORUUUS this is just so wxs to me. The feels...

"I'll show you the colour of my happiness"... wxs journey to bloom episode being titled happiness. Them wanting to make everyone smile and doing it with shows. Sharing their joy between other people and each other too...

"WE'LL BUILD PYRAMIDS OUT OF DREAMS" DO I EVEN NEED TO EXPLAIN THIS. WXS DREAM OF MAKING THE WORLD SMILE AND MAKING SHOWS WITH THAT FEELING IN MIND. ALL THEY ACHIEVED SO MUCH TOGEYHER THANKS TO THAT DETERMINATION AND THOSE DREAMS. WXS SUPPORTING EACH OTHER'S DREAMS AND GETTING BETTER TOGETHER TO AIM FOR GREATER THINGS. (You could probably throw in smth about Wonderland sekai to this again too)

The last line is just. This is so OHE coded. "Open your eyes to the world", there's so much outside of PXL to learn from, so much they can see and do and it's all worth seeing. Freelancing opens so many gates for them and each of the 4 of them stand to learn something from it, even Emu

AND "we'll visit it together" OYHDHDHDJJ.... ITS NOT THE SAME IF THEYRE NOT ALL TOGETHER... THEM ASKING EMU TO COME ALONG WITH THEM, HER BROTHERS CONVINCING HER TO DO IT, THEM GOING AROUND FREELANCING NOW ALL TOGETHER AND HDJSHDHD DO YOU GET ME...

Zmęczone twarze wagą nocy [Faces tired by the weight of the night] (?? This line is very ambiguous)

Trochę się boją, stawiając niepewny krok [They're a bit scared, taking hesitant steps]

This is not as obvious to me as the other lines but. Nene. Nene's determination and hard work even if it's tiring, even if she sees how much she has to catch up to, even with the weight of the others' skills feeling overpowering sometimes

Even despite her old failures and hesitance, and her timid nature, and how scared she was at first – she's still moving forward and getting better. First with robonene, but then actually taking her own steps on the stage and then keeping on improving and shining with new confidence and her beautiful voice, and also reaching out to others more experienced to talk and learn – step by step, not without hesitance, but surely she's moving forward

Zestaw myśli, nawet te dzikie i szalone [A set of thoughts, even the wild and crazy ones]

Tak już jest gdy wywijasz sumienie ma drugą stronę [That's just what it's like when you turn conscience upside down] (oh god idk this line is hard even in Polish)

RUI. RUI AND HIS MIND AND CREATIVITY. HIS THOUGHTS AND IDEAS THAT CAN GET CRAZY AND SOMETIMES EVEN DANGEROUS. But "even" those thoughts because in the end they're always included in the shows wxs make. There's "a set of thoughts" and ideas of wxs that they brainstorm around for each new performance and there's always a place for him to go wild a bit with his insane stunts (the ones that are doable ofc but. Still)

The conscience bit is. Very difficult even in Polish. But smth about Rui and his crazy comments and ideas and all and playful ""threats"" but still always making sure that everything he makes is safe and very apologetic whenever something does happen. Also smth about selfishness and blaming himself for wanting to keep this even though that's.. not smth worthy to be berating himself over. And very valid. Idk how to explain this

I czujesz spokój mimo wszystko i trwasz [And you feel calm despite everything and you keep going]

A słońce wysyła szczęście do ciebie, patrzy w twoją twarz [And the sun sends you happiness[/luck], looking at your face]

Wxs determination despite setbacks, they keep on going until they can achieve what they need to. They don't break down completely and give up, maybe not exactly "calm" but like. Calm in the sense of comfortable and decided on their dreams and unswayed by the mistakes and failures y'know

The sun part is just wholesome. And again smth about happiness being their theme. Could be wxs miku/vsingers? Kind of looking after them

Then there's chorus again and THEN

Ten dzień jest tylko dla mnie gdy cały świat pójdzie spać [This day is just for me, when the whole world goes to sleep]

Zrobię wszystko by nie skończył się zwyczajnie [I'll do everything for it to not end as "normal"]

Dziś tylko dla mnie prywatny plac zabaw [Today, just for me, a private playground]

Moje Miasto Słońca [My City of Sun]

Now how do I explain all this.

Tsukasa is the first line, like, because of this whole "this day is FOR ME" but also again. living every day to the fullest. Doing whatever he feels he wants and needs to do and using every chance for his dream (just. Look at the new 4koma. What is this man doing. Why is he training at school 😭) and even with his reputation as a weirdo he doesn't let that get to him too much, and he lives his life almost like a show even when nobody's looking. Idk how to say this hahd hope u get me

THE SECOND IS SO RUI TO ME. The line there is kind of like. The day won't end as "normal"/ the day won't end casually = I'll make sure the day will be unique and extraordinary before it ends bc every dsy deserves to be unusual. Rui with his amazing ideas and ways to spice up both shows and everyday life. Just look at what he does at kamiyama 😭 this man cannot survive a day without making it a unique show and doing smth insane again

AND EMU OUTHJJ. THE PLAYGROUND FOR HER. THE WORLD IS HER PLAYGROUND BC SHE HAS FUN AND LOVES IT. BUT ALSO PXL. AND THE WONDER STAGE. Her precious places that she will protect even if she's the only one fighting for them. Even if they're important "just for her". But also later wxs doing their best to put her ideas and dreams into life in shows and protecting what she holds dear. THE NIGHTSHOW. do you hear me

Now Nene might feel least defined, like it was just to complete them all saying something. And that is partly true HAHSHHA but also. Wxs being her "city of sun". You'd think someone like her wouldn't really get along with these hyperactive and annoying and weird /aff people and yet she loves them. They showed her the way and let her stand on stage and brighten her days. She gets annoyed with them but also she always has that fond or exasperated smile with them. Like, the sun can be annoying. It can get hot or too bright and make you complain, just like wxs can get loud and hyperactive and crazy and make her eyeroll and groan half the time. But we still bask in the sun and its still so gloomy without it. And even if its so annoying sometimes we still love it and depend on it and appreciate it. And thats also how nene is with wxs. Do you see this

Anyway. I'm normal about this song. I love how soft it is, how happy and warm it feels to listen to it. And that's what wxs is to me too. They love each other so much I need them to blow up