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seldomscilence16 · 25 days ago

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My work for the "Sing it together zine"!

The overall theme was "Relationships"! I chose to focus on Branch and Kismet! Read it on AO3 Here or below the cut! Thanks again @sing-it-togetherzine for hosting this amazingness!

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Branch had spent 20 years of his life stubbornly alone and dedicated to the hard work it took to keep himself- and the village- as safe as it could be. He rarely had time for breaks, though his routine was something he’s grown accustomed to, a system that worked for him and allowed him to be as prepared as he possibly could be. A system that was currently being uprooted and redone as his life as he knew it changed, as he had to try to adapt to new circumstances and being a part of a society again- Not that he was complaining!

At least, not out loud…

He just hadn’t thought so much would change over such a short time! A little over a week ago, he was the village outcast, a paranoid party pooper with very little social contact. Now, with colors renewed and everyone more than surprised he helped with the rescue at all, they were all testing the waters and expecting things and Poppy was so excited for him and he didn’t want to let her down. Not to mention his friends-the ones who almost died, the ones who had been trying for years to help him out- he didn’t want to disappoint them.

So, despite the tribe's forte of making quick work of projects, despite Poppy’s unnatural gift of creating a scrapbook in mere seconds, the week had been filled dusk to dawn with repairs and preparations. Because of course they were going to celebrate, and that meant a party, and with everyone working together under Poppy’s lead, Branch had no doubt they’d yield the hoped for results. He just… had little experience working with others. Brief childhood moments of it sure, but this was the village that ostracized him for two decades, it was… strange. It was taking all his energy to keep up with all these social obligations and keeping his newly regained colors as bright as was expected. To say he was tired was an understatement, but it wasn't a new feeling, he’d dealt with far worse over the years, and he wasn’t doing anything different than everyone else!

So no, Branch wasn’t sick.

There was too much to do and he was simply a little tired. Nothing was wrong.

He wobbles slightly on his feet as he stands, but obviously that's just because he stood up too fast, so he widens his stance, stretches out his tail as a counter balance, breathes and continues on because he has to. He has to collect those… whatever it was on his list, and then head over to the square to give them to… whoever… and then he was supposed to help set up! Poppy insisted, and he was trying to be better after… everything.

Helping Poppy on her rescue mission to save captured Trolls from Chef, then somehow turning that into stopping Bergens from eating Trolls ever again, and regaining his color, it had been a… wild ride to say the least. And now, now he was supposed to be a part of society again, and contributing in ways that ‘mattered’ and ‘made a difference’. That meant helping set up and getting supplies and attending and-

He sways on his feet again, he’s barely made it to the lift. He needs to finish his list. Grabbing his basket, forcing his legs to stop shaking, he heads up and out to find… berries? Yeah that sounded right, he would find the heck out of those berries…

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Being captured by Bergens and living their worst nightmare had been… an ordeal. But to admit that it was still affecting them when they were ‘friends’ with the Bergens now, when they as a society frowned on holding onto the negative, it wasn't something they wanted to advertise. Besides, the snack pack seemed fine, so if they could focus on the party, so could they!

But first maybe they’d just go bug Branch instead… to make sure he didn’t need help collecting all those ingredients.

“Usually we’re keeping others from bugging Branch about a party, a little ironic that we’re going to bug him about preparations for one.” Boom remarks idly, smiling slightly at the thought.

“It's certainly different.” Hype agrees easily, walking backwards as he swings his own tail around nonchalantly.

“Hm, I’m a little worried to be honest.” Ablaze admits quietly, far enough from the Village now to speak more freely.

“I don’t know, I mean…” Trickee gives an unsure shrug, “He’s actually socializing…that has to be something right?”

Even as he says it, they can all agree there's an uneasiness that can’t be ignored. As they come upon Branch’s bunker, entrance ajar, it grows further. A shared look is all it takes before they begin their frantic search.

~~~

Branch stares up at the orange sky with a confused tilt to his brows.

It… It had definitely been morning when he’d left his home…

Did he… get stung, or attacked? He feels… wrong, off, not good. Why? What happened? He was… collecting something… for the… Party! He has to get to the party! He’s so late! They’re gonna be so mad that he didn’t show up to help! He was supposed to be doing better! He needed to-

His body refused to move, limbs uncooperative, and head spinning at the very thought of changing position. His chest feels like he’s been crushed by a boulder, nose stuffed and throat dry and scratchy, maybe he was poisoned… It's happened before. So long as a predator wasn’t nearby he could probably get by with resting here a few moments until he could drag himself home. He’d… he’d have to write Poppy an apology letter.

Something moves in his peripheral.

He curses his luck as his vision blurs when he moves his head, and darkness befalls him before he can take in the threat and even try to convince his body to do anything else. He supposed he wouldn’t have to write that letter afterall.

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Trickee’s heart is in his throat as he runs, had been the minute they’d seen the bunker entrance, knowing that Branch would never be so careless. With his home empty and no sign of him in his garden or otherwise, they’d spread out to search his usual paths, where he’d go to collect supplies. It’s been hours since then, sunset starting to set in and threatening to make their search all the harder- all the more dangerous. The very thought of Branch being in trouble, from predators or otherwise, felt like a stab to the heart. They should have been there, they should have come earlier, should have checked on him, anything! If something were to happen to him-

He slides and topples over when he catches something just to his left, rolling back to his feet covered in dirt but without a care. Shoving foliage out of his way to get a better look, relief and fear hit him like a caterbus. Branch is laying in a small clearing next to a bunch of berry bushes, his head turning ever so slightly before his eyes roll up into his head and close, body going limp. To say his heart stops as he stumbles forward is an understatement, tripping over his feet, stepping on his own tail, and crashing to his knees beside the prone form of one of his oldest friends.

“Oh please be alive, don’t do that to me, I will be so mad-” Tears blur his vision at the very thought, hands fluttering about as he blinks quickly to assess the damage.

His lips are parted, his breathing shallow and harsh- sounding wet and congested- but he’s breathing and Trickee will take it. Besides the flush to his cheeks and the furrow in his brow, his fur and skin below it seem pale, but the dimming light is no help. A shiver wracks Branch’s frame, the air is still pleasantly warm, he needs to get him home. Taking a few breaths, he releases a sharp tune of a whistle, waiting to hear it echoed through the trees, before carefully gathering his ailing friend in his arms.

They’d take care of him.

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Branch stares at Grandma where she flits around the room with a nervous hum under her breath, adjusting this and that before adjusting it back to where it was before. Usually she’s only like this with his brothers’ stuff, the things they both silently hope they’ll return for but they don’t talk about, but this is his room. Or… he thinks it is. It looks different, not the soft glowing colors of a pod, but rather an earthiness that reminds him of-

Dirt, hard beneath his knees as he stares at desaturated hands, one arm limp and his side gone scarily numb-

Dirt, surrounding him as screaming Trolls run and scream and shovels and pickaxes are breaking through above them and he’s lost and alone and scared-

Dirt, caked onto his feet, smeared in the corners of a bustling kitchen-

Dirt, carved through with his own two paws, stabilized and organized with years of blood sweat and tears and hard work-

Grandma comes closer and brushes a gentle hand over his forehead, a sad smile on her face-

Branch’s eyes pop open, the room spins and blurs, a nauseating mix of earthy tones and a few pops of colors that confuse his tired brain. A slightly calloused hand lays across his forehead, sound tries to reach his ears like he’s trapped underwater and he can’t make anything out- His heart beats like a stampede, his aching limbs refuse to find purchase enough to move him away, he doesn’t know what's happening-

One of the blobs of color moves closer, until the gentle ‘thunk’ of a head meets his own and he’s eye to eye with familiar iris’. His body relaxes before he can consciously make the decision, staring blearily into waterworn seaglass of warm brown, as his brain fails to catch up with anything besides ‘safe’. It takes only a few moments more for exhaustion to pull at his eyelids and limbs, for that ache in his head, nose and chest to turn heavy and persistent. For having just woken up, and to have been panicking at the unknown just a second ago, his body sure is quick to decide sleep is fine again.

One slow blink turns to two, a tingle in his throat makes him want to cough, a warm cup to his lips clears his nose for just a moment before a soothing path of heat travels down his throat, and his eyes slip closed as his head hits the pillow once more.

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As their youngest friends' eyes close again, their shoulders sag simultaneously. Branch had woken on and off multiple times the last few days, either loopy and mumbling things that made their heart hurt, or terrified as he cowered away which also made their hearts hurt.

Honestly their hearts hadn’t stopped hurting since this whole thing began. They had seen Branch bustling about the village as they repaired and prepped, but only in passing, they were all beyond busy so it wasn't a surprise, and they had planned to have a small cozy get together with Branch to thank him for everything. Not to find him passed out and sick with concerningly fluctuating colors.

He’d looked overly saturated back in Bergen Town, not the colors of his youth but like an overly bright picture of what one would expect. It’d calmed down a bit when they’d gotten back, looking a little more familiar, then it had changed at every glance they got of him. From the overly saturated tones to something a bit duller than those around him, now-even in unconsciousness- everytime it shifted to that darker tone closer to what they'd grown used to over the last couple decades, Branch would get this panicked look on his unconscious face and they’d suddenly get brighter. This is usually when his fever would spike again.

The four had no idea what to do, Branch was never awake long enough to talk about it.

“You know,” Trickee starts hesitantly, hand finding Branch’s own, “You accepted all of us without much thought as kids, you were in pain and scared, but your heart of gold… colors or not Branch, you’ve always had a glow about you.”

“I don’t care what the village says, Branch. You’ve always been…” Hype struggles for a moment before his eyes light up, “Like a shooting star! You're this light, that can’t see itself while you're like magic to everyone else.”

“You’ve turned pain into passion, You’re still alive.” Ablaze places a cool cloth on Branch’s forehead, a soothing hand smoothing out his hair where it's been caught by sweat.

“And none of us are going to leave.” Boom sits at the foot of the bed, a gentle hand on a sheet covered ankle, “You couldn’t get rid of us after 2 decades of grumpiness, it's not gonna change now.”

They all share a look with soft smiles, of conversations shared when death felt certain,

“We love you Branch, your scars, your glow, your grumpiness, your heart, your color no matter what it is, your everything. We aren’t going anywhere, we’ve fallen, and we’re fine with that.”

They don’t know if it got through, if Branch can hear them at all, but they’ll say it as many times as needed.

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“I told you guys to leave me alone.”

Don’t get too close.

“Maybe we’re just collecting berries.”

My scars are too deep,

“You don’t like these berries, Hype is allergic, and Boom has a garden that is Ablaze’s only source he trusts to pick from.”

I don’t want you guys to fall… to get hurt… because of me.

“I trust Boom,” A bump to his shoulder, “Just like I trust you.”

Why? Everyone around me leaves or dies.

“Oo, what are those?”

So why have you stayed?

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“We love you Branch, your scars, your glow, your grumpiness, your heart, your color no matter what it is, your everything. We aren’t going anywhere, we’ve fallen, and we’re fine with that.”

The words echo like a dream lingering on the edges of your memory as you wake, but Branch has never had such dreams before.

He would do anything for the four Trolls sure, the very thought of leaving them to be Bergen chow did not cross his mind. It was either die trying to save them or get them back safely, there was never another option. Living without them just… didn’t seem possible.

But everyone he’d ever loved…

His eyes have to be peeled apart, the dim lighting of the room still too bright. His head still throbs dully, his limbs heavy, but he feels better than he had. He knows where he is, his bunker, safe and sound, but the last thing he remembered….

The party!

Oh cupcakes, he was supposed to be collecting supplies and helping set up! What time was it?! He forces his body to sit up, the wave of dizziness hitting him like a catterbus and sends his stomach roiling.

“Whoa, alright, it's okay, you're okay, just breathe,” some rustling beside him, “get the waste basket!” their volume is low, he appreciates it immensely.

Someone fluffs his pillows up, leaning him back gently as a trashcan is held near him, but he doesn't think he has anything to put in it anyway. He feels weak and empty.

“Can you hear us, B?”

He raises his head slowly, taking in the room more carefully this time and actually seeing the four other occupants. He blinks a few times in surprise, as if to clear them from his vision as hallucinations, but they remain. Those words ring again and a light blush rises to his cheeks,

“You guys,” his voice grates on his throat, a hoarse cough interrupting the words, “are actually here…”

“And you're actually seeing us!” Hype grins widely, pure joy at the notion seeping from his very being.

“You gave us quite the scare, Branch, how are you feeling now though?” Trickee is holding a mug of something steaming and Branch doubts its coffee but he’d take just about anything at this point.

He takes the mug in trembling hands, with a grateful nod, allowing the hot broth to soothe his throat and settle warmly in his gut before responding.

“I’ve felt worse.” He says honestly, he holds the mug close to his face in hopes of hiding his next sentence or at least the blush, “Nice sight to wake up to though…”

By the surprised and downright dopey grins he receives in return, he didn't hide it well enough.

“Awe, Branch!” Coo’s fill his room as the four Trolls get closer with teasing glints to their eyes.

“Stop it, no, I take it back, you're all actually the worst.” Branch sinks into his sheets, flushed and awkward and avoiding looking at them all as he prays to be swallowed whole by his bed.

“Alright, all teasing aside!” Boom cuts in first, mirth and sympathy an odd mix to his tone- though he is usually on the receiving end of such teasing, so his mercy is appreciated- his voice coming from right beside Branch as the bed dips, “We’re glad we got to you when we did.” A heavier air falls on the room.

Chancing a glance, he finds his yellow friend with a morose expression, staring hard at the sheets, or perhaps through them. The other three aren’t much better, and it has a guilt settling over his heart deep and painful.

“Sorry…” He utters, stress was the last thing he meant to cause with all of this, not after all they’d gone through. This party was supposed to help them relax and wind down from the terrifying experience, not add to their plate.

“Hey, none of that.” Ablaze chastises gently, sitting at the foot of the bed, “Honestly, kinda glad we didn’t have to go to the party. Would’a preferred it be a nice movie night, but the fact there was a you to take care of was fine too.”

“We’re mostly just saying to tell us next time you aren’t feeling well.” Boom finishes, hand landing on his covered leg to draw soothing circles.

“Especially with forcing your colors,” Trickee cuts in sternly, “You could have caused yourself some serious harm, Branch.”

He flushes again, though in mortification this time, Ablaze holds up his hand before Branch can stutter out a response,

“We’re here to help you out now, B.”

“Not getting rid of us, that's for sure.” Hype agrees, “If Troll eating giants can’t keep us apart, I don’t think a few scars will either, yeah?”

Branch looks from one friend to another where they sit around his bed, open faces with soft smiles and tired eyes full of hope. He doesn’t know how long it's been, how long they’ve stayed by his side in the throes of his sickness. The weight on their shoulders is visible, and Branch can only imagine all that's going through their minds after everything.

“I’d fight every giant in the world for you guys.” Branch admits quietly, “I hope I don’t have to, but I would. Anything for you all.”

And if that weight lessens just a bit, well Branch will do everything he can to continue helping, to stay by their sides like they’ve stayed by his. The misty eyes that meet his own are the only warning he gets to put the mug aside as he’s tackled in a group hug. Warmth spreads across typically cold and numb limbs, feeling safe and protected, and loved.

“I love you guys too.” It's tentative, spoken quietly into the tangle of arms, but from how they tighten, he knows he was heard.

He was not pushed away, or shot down, and they have proven over and over that they would stay.

Branch could get used to it.

#dreamworks trolls #singittogetherzine #branch angst #trolls kismet #trolls branch

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ascendancyzine · 3 months ago

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Contributor Spotlight: Furiosophie!

ARTIST AND WRITER

Name: Furiosophie Tumblr: @furiosophie AO3: furiosophie twt: furiosophie

I watched star wars on a tiny flickering tv back when I was nine, immediately proceeded to write my first-ever fic instead of doing homework, now i'm here.

Favorite Ascendancy character? Lamiov & Bakif, but honestly also very fond of Samakro and ofc Borika <3

Favorite Star Wars book / tv show / movie? book: thrawn (2017), chaos rising show: rebels, andor movie: return of the jedi

Why (or what) are you contributing to the zine? i've always wanted to participate in a zine and the thought of getting to fill out more of the world zahn build in the ascendancy trilogy finally made me take the plunge! very excited to explore that part of the sw galaxy with so many lovely people :)

Fun Fact: the thrawn (2017) audiobook has somehow made it into my bedtime routine so i've probably "read" it about 20+ times by now 💀

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personne-writes · 8 months ago

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A ROTTMNT contribution to the Turtles Together zine

Alternate realities

----- I'm very proud to present to you my poem for the @turtlestogetherzine! The physical copies have already all been sold in leftover sales, but you can still buy the digital bundle here if you'd like. I'd recommand reading it on AO3, but if you'd rather stay here, be my guest! -----

Four brothers hang out under the clouded moon, Basking in New York City’s noises and light. They talk and they laugh on a roof out of sight; It’s too late for duty – and for sleep, too soon. They may be teenagers but at their center Lay powers and forces that never tire, Sparks of energy, everlasting fire – Often at the service of quips and banter. The Blue one gushes about a job well done, The smile of the Red one is nothing but proud, The Orange one wonders silly things out loud Of which Purple knows much, yet kindly says none. “If everything changed,” Orange suddenly asks, “In another life, or place, or world, or time Would we keep our colors? Would we still wear masks? Would we still be ninja turtles fighting crime?” Red and Blue whistle and start theorizing Orange happily helps their ideas fuse But Purple falls silent. His pulse is rising. Science is calling. Who is he to refuse?

Between dearest walls, he retreats with his tools In one hand a pen, in the other a cup Both needed for work – he doesn't make the rules. Hours become days, still the math won't add up. As he struggles hard to make equations fit Something starts nudging at the back of his mind. He is close – to what? He cannot quite name it Then, in a split second, dimensions unbind.

It feels like his thoughts Are now being shared. He tries to reach out. Perhaps, if he dared –

Contact. Confusion. New realities. Alternate versions. Other families.

He sees things that he doesn't remember Unknown memories blending together.

Echoes of voices, Tales ancient and new All of them are his; All of them are true.

His instincts kick in The gears start to spin Narrowing on – There! The thing they all share –

Struggle. Everywhere. Missions, miseries Mortal ennemies Pressure and anger Menace and danger

Every version of him Every version of them They all stand. They all bite. They all dread and they all fight.

And Purple flinches. Can this be their essence? Responsability over insouciance Honor and duty against opposition Sacrifice for all without recognition?

No. That can't be it. This isn't who they are, Their fate can't be written with tears shed so far. In his heart, he knows there must be something more; With a switch, e feels it, pulising at the core.

The bad and the good things flow from the same source And he shifts and pushes to swim up its course. It all comes from a place of fondness and care The urge to take risks, to protect and repair The sense of justice and the dedication All boundless affection in demonstration.

The feeling is strong. As he follows its trace, The fragments of truth at once click into place. There, clear as day, is the universal law: Accross dimensions, the Turtles don't withdraw.

Lightheaded, Purple comes back to his senses. His lab feels too small; he needs wider spaces. He goes to the kitchen – the pizza smells nice Watches his brothers fight over the last slice Leans in the doorway and finds himself staring. His soul is catching up; his heart is flaring.

The familiar shouts of loss and victory Help him se the fabric of reality. No matter the world, no matter the plots twists In every timeline, his family exists.

The rift between their universes is crossed; Everywhere, there are green heroes in the night There are masks and colors even when all's lost There are sparks and fire ever shining bright

Faith stronger than doubt, Trust louder than fear Hope warmer than drought Love closer than near.

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Thanks for reading! This was my first experience being in a fanzine and I must say it was quite the first time. I'm still astonished at the sheer quality of each and every contribution, but also at the professionalism and efficiency of the mods, not to mention everyone's enthusiasm through the whole project! All my thanks again to the Turtles Together zine team for letting me in and my regards to all my fellow contributors out there, keep being awesome guys <3

#turtles together zine #tt zine #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #my writing #writing #poem #original content

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sky-kiss · 1 month ago

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Orin: Test of Faith

A/n: Hello, all! This was my contribution to the @bg3womenswrongs zine! Preorders are closed, but I believe you can still make a donation if you'd like access. Otherwise, the zine will be posted for free March 8th! Shoutout to my buddy, @simplysolo, who did some stellar art for my silly little ficlet. Go check it out!

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Orin: Test of Faith

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Silence.

The world does no more than blink at her bloodkin's passing. Orin takes a degree of savage delight in this—oh, Bhaah's beloved, Bhaal's heir, the favorite and the first…but their Dread Father does nothing to stop her blade from sinking into their stupid skull, scrambling gray matter. Bhaal says nothing, even as his flaming eyes stare down upon them, a glorious and grotesque tableau upon his altar.

Orin casts her sibling down. Bhaal's faithful—even the Deathstalkers—fall in line behind her without a word. Myrkul's corpse-general says nothing. Bane's little lordling shrugs. "One murderer is as good as another. So long as you continue to play your part." She searches Gortash's face and finds…

…nothing.

It is a song with no grand crescendo, a mummur’s play with no climax. Life goes on as ever, and the victory tastes hollow on her tongue.

She makes her sacrifices to Bhaal during the witching hours of the night as is her custom. When she returns to the temple a charged quality hangs in the air, bright and violent, threatening to burst into something savage, but the release never comes. No Deathstalker moves to stop her. The Lord of Murder's holy symbol sleeps, lifeless stone devoid of his energy or blood.

He had always welcomed them home.

A familiar voice trills through her skull, unbidden, unwelcome.

Oh, little Orin. Father never saw you.

Lies. She shunts the voice from her mind and buries herself in her work. Under her bloodkin's rule, the Lord of Slaughter's flock had grown ugly and weak—it was a knife held with a steady and calculating hand, passionless. Orin would rectify this. Bhaal's faithful would no longer offer him one murder-tribute every ten-day. A corpse every evening, yes, yes—that would sate his appetites for a time. Baldur's Grave’s gutters would run with the blood of the faithless, nourishing his flock.

A few of her kin's more loyal supplicants protest—it will draw the guard’s attention, they say. It will anger the little tyrant. Orin makes them the first of the temple's offerings. None of the other sheep wag their tongues.

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Orin prowls. She hunts.

She rarely sleeps.

To sleep is to dream. And her bloodkin is never far, lingering on the edge of Orin's psyche. She has gutted them half a dozen times, painting her dreamscape red with their blood and flesh, but they always crawl back. Orin tries to pull free, but they are the pinnacle of Bhaal's work, and he has stitched their souls together with his very essence.

In her dreams, Father laughs at her efforts.

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It is mentioned nowhere in Bhaal’s teachings, but Orin considers it gospel: there is a moment, poised on the knife’s edge, just between life and death, more beautiful than any other. A rapturous and bloody sense of exultation always fills her as recognition dawns on her prey’s face. Death comes for them on crimson wings, the lash of Bhaal unerring.

She collects these moments like a dragon adding to its hoard. For a scant few seconds, she feels the diaphanous threads stitching her to the Lord of Murder pull taut. He sees her. His pleasure sings through her marrow, heady, sweet, leaving the taste of blood thick in her mouth.

It is a night like any other, and Orin prepares to make her tribute. She steps from the shadows as smoothly as any child of the night, catching her prey’s shoulder and clucking her tongue. Surprise flits across their features as she steps close, near enough to feel the rasp of their breath on her skin. Their right hand comes up but makes no move to push her away. The fool only brushes the curve of her hip, almost gentle, stupid and surprised, seeking to stabilize her.

“Poor lost thing.” She presses closer, tracing the line of their cheek with her nose. She drags the tip of crimson mischief along their belly, shallow enough to bleed them, just shy of spilling their sticky-sweet entrails. Orin smiles and searches their eyes, expecting sickly sweet fear.

She cuts, cuts, cuts, rends flesh from bone, strips ribbons of flesh from their arm to tie them as a gift to her sire…but their eyes are no more than empty sockets, and the ecstasy never comes.

Her brow furrows.

Perhaps Father’s busy, sister. Go on, perhaps if you make a bigger mess…

She snarls. The voice is wrong. She is Chosen. She is loved. She has been the Lord of Murder’s true legacy since she was eight. She will not be questioned.

Her prey drags ragged breaths into its lungs, lifting its head from a mess of gore. Orin feels something like fear clutching at her heart for the briefest moment. She has lived this moment once before. She triumphed. Her bloodkin’s ghost stares up at her, mouth twisting in a horrific parody of a grin.

Then it should be no struggle to do it again. Kill, sister. It’s your only talent.

Orin stays her blade.

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“Squeal.”

Orin’s voice reverberates off the cave walls, no longer sing-song, no more play— the words are rasping things, breath torn from a slit throat. “Pride is it? It holds your tongue.” Bhaal’s Chosen closes the distance between her and her prey in a single fluid movement—a painter’s smear of color, white and red, breaking the monotonous cave-black. Orin clutches their jaw. Muscles twitch under the strength of her grip and she feels the bones shift with agonizing slowness.

But oh, oh, they remain frustratingly still.

Her prey makes no sound, not even as she pries their jaws open to catch their tongue between her thumb and forefinger. “I should tear it out by the root.” Orin digs the tip of her nail into the muscle, savage triumph flooding her, blood and the tell-tale tang of iron scenting the air…

…they do not flinch. They stare back at her with all too familiar eyes, the weight of their stare making her feel small and wanting to shift back. A ghost— yes, that is what kneels in front of her, the skin flayed from its arms, bloodied and unbroken—her slaughterkin’s ghost.

You thought yourself rid of me? Little Orin. She watches their lips form the words, but they never come; vocal cords cut like puppet strings. No hate in their eyes as their hand settles over hers, driving the knife deeper into the flesh of their cheek. No hate, only…

…pity.

The changeling pushes them away, snarling. Almost absently, she wipes her hands on the chitinous fabric of her armor. Her skin itches in the places where she’s touched the creature. They continue to stare.

Why haven’t you put out their eyes, sweet sister?

She raises her knife…and hesitates.

Father’s sheep are beginning to whisper amongst themselves. Orin has gone soft, they say. The younger of Bhaal’s prodigy has proven an unfit successor, they murmur, eyes darting back and forth as if to catch a glimpse of her shadow. She entertains herself with this new toy and cannot make. her. sacrifice.

Butcher them—it is not the flock’s place to question you. The voice—the ghost— in her head, coldly calculated and entirely sure of itself, broaches no argument. Cut off the head now. Make an example of them. Your violence can have a meaning beyond sating your own appetites.

Orin bites the inside of her cheek hard enough to taste blood. “Half a world away, mind full of holes, and still you think to order us?”

Her prey says nothing. All is silence in the emptiness of her chambers, still draped in her sibling’s trappings. Everything is…

…Dead, Orin thinks, but the thought brings no comfort. Death is not Father Bhaal’s domain. Death is Myrkul’s crypt. Death is a cage, not violence and color, and…

...control yourself, slaughterkin, whispered in a lower voice, and she’d never once managed to place the meaning behind the shift. As if her kin—Bhaal’s beloved—meant to keep secrets from their Dread Father.

Orin frowns, squaring her jaw and shoulders. The coolness of the cave-air licks at her skin, contrasting the slippery warmth of the blood splattered across her hands, and she welcomes it as one of the surface sheep might the sea-breeze. She wraps herself in the familiar trappings of these chambers, gathers the thick air into her lungs, heavy with iron and rot. Control, yes. She grasps for it and manages to sink her finger deep enough to catch hold.

If this ghost is the last trace…be rid of it.

Cast aside the final vestigial trace of her past and throw herself into the future, untethered…

…only Father’s voice to guide you.

The changeling cocks her head to the side. Something twinges in the back of her head and deep in her chest. Her prey stares, bloodied and bruised—a far cry from her bloodkin’s savagery. It’s the subtler notes. It’s the defiance in their stare, the regality with which they hold themself. It dares her to act.

Her slaughterkin looked much the same at the end of things—no surprise, only defiance, only pity.

She has no need for it. Orin is the last, the favorite, the true inheritor of their sire’s glory—that truth sings through her sinews and echoes in the hollow places beneath her rib cage. It is written in blood. She is Orin, Lash of Bhaal.

She will not yield to this ghost, and she will not break.

Orin plucks up her knife from the temple floor. Kill the ghost, kill it, and be free; kill it, kill it.

She feels something like fingers slipping through hers, interweaving their touch. Another hand settles on her shoulder, clutching hard enough to bruise the flesh and pushing her forward. The stench of blood fills the air, surging until her nostrils are full of it. Bhaal is here, watching, bound up with her, in her.

Father Bhaal sees her.

#bg3 women's wrongs #bg3 orin #orin the red #the dark urge #bg3 fic #my stuff

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anderstrevelyan · 1 month ago

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2024 Fic Writing Round-Up

Sliding one of these in before the end of the year! Thank you so much to everyone who’s read or shared or supported anything I've been up to!

words posted: 27,330

additional words written: at least another 20,000! My first thought was that the posted number was low, compared to my 40-50ish in each of the two years before—but that’s just a consequence of waiting to finish a project before starting to post it, huh.

fandoms: Entirely Baldur’s Gate this year

highest kudos: Haunted One and Pallor Mortis coming in at an exact tie.

highest hit oneshot: Another win for Pallor Mortis!

new things I tried:

The above-mentioned was the first purely smut, rated-E oneshot I’ve ever posted (I’ve written pieces of plenty that will never see the light of day while getting my footing, but that feels new!)

I tried fully finishing a multi-chapter project before beginning to post it for the first time, and holy hell I’m a convert

I also contributed to a zine for the first time, which I’m really excited about (having now dipped my toe into exchanges, prompt weeks, and a zine I’ve learned I love doing events but my capacity for them is pretty low—I’m too slow and steady a writer, really. One or two a year seems to work for me)

fic I spent the most time on: I wonder if the answer is really the things you haven’t read yet (hello, my entire fall of agonizing), but otherwise it’s Haunted One, which makes sense as the most ambitious thing I did. I just did most of that work in the fall of last year. :)

fic I spent the least time on: From conception to finished it was Cipher, a little piece I did for Gortash Week (in one night)

favorite thing I wrote: The final chapter of Haunted One remains possibly my favourite bit of fic I’ve written, my most re-read bit of my own work, and the gold standard for how much I want newer things to gel for me. So, uh, that.

favorite thing(s) I read: NeverwinterThistle’s Storm Warning absolutely blew me away (and I’ve been craving re-reading it). I also really loved @bharv’s work (don’t make me pick a favourite!) (okay, maybe The Diamond)

writing goals for 2025: I’ve been trying to ease myself back into writing a bit each day (200 on a bad day, 400 or more on a better one), so I’d love to keep that going.

Posting-wise, I’m hoping to get my second Valas novella (what I’ve been calling "untitled multi-chapter project") out in the first month or two. We’ll see what happens from there. (My Ettvard Needle and Shadowheart/Valas projects: I'm eyeing you.)

new works in 2024:

Haunted One, a four-part Dark Urge origin story (for the son of Gorion’s Ward)

Some more durgetash: Pallor Mortis, Something Monstrous: An Empirical Study of the Bhaalspawn Mind, and Cipher

Her Undoing, a Viconia DeVir backstory

and A Certain Cunning, a bit of young Gortash in the hells

#my writing #valas devir #bg3 #the dark urge #durgetash

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reimenaashelyee · 1 year ago

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Creator's Guide to Comics Devices: November 2023 Update

The first newsletter since launch came out a few days ago! It summarises all the updates I've made in November, which includes 2 (!) new devices, a sub-device, and other site changes.

Subscribe to the newsletter to get these updates direct to your email.

New Devices:

Aside

A short comment that sits outside of a balloon or character that is not perceived by anyone except the comment maker and the reader. An aside may come from the author, usually placed outside of the panel or near the edges. (Page with examples)

Topper

A secondary row of panels or single panel that goes 'on top' of the main comic. They are typically removable and non-essential, and usually contain the comic's title. (Page with examples)

Sub-device

Markers in Code Switch

Languages are assigned flags, pictographs or other iconographic symbols. (Page with examples)

News from the Curator and Site Changelog

I'm delighted over how well-received the library has been -- thank you to everyone who has shared, commented and provided feedback! I really appreciate the enthusiasm and generosity. <3 As a comics creator taking my first formal steps into the arena of comics studies, there is still a lot to do and to read for the library. Even with 63 devices catalogued, it's only still the beginning!

From the Interwebs

‘The Creator’s Guide to Comics Devices’ Is the First of Its Kind, an Incredible Resource for Comics Creators & Readers Alike (The Mary Sue, Joan Zahra Dark) Lovely roundup from my fellow Cartoonist Cooperative co-founder Joan setting the historical context for Comics Devices and why an accessible resource is like this is due.

Kibbles n Bits (Comics Beat, Heidi MacDonald) An enthusiastic feature of the library in Heidi's roundup.

Shout Outs

Thank you to Ritesh, Tan Juan Gee, Samantha Philipps, Blue Dellinquanti, Ted Anderson and Hannah Pallister for their contributions. (I really need to get that credits/curator's notes page set up. That's this month's to-do) Once again, thank you to the Sequential Artists Workshop Teaching Fellowship for supporting the development of the library this month.

Updates to the Site (Nov 2023)

Added the Store page and dedicated a subsection for it on the homepage, if only to direct people to the already-existing zine that’s currently distributed by Sequential Artists Workshop and myself. I might use that page to hold things like signing up for workshops and panels if they ever happen. Added the Newsletter page so it’s easier to link to across the site and elsewhere. Opened up the page that displays all the devices on one page. Added ‘Contribution’ ‘Newsletter’ ‘All Devices’ to the sidebar. Fixed the 404 page. It suggests the Site Map for advice. Finally opened the Links page! Check out all the resources in there! Thank you to folks who have submitted feedback/contribution! I have added new example pages for Harmonious Juxtaposition/Time & Space/Pictorial Lettering/Colour Coding and a longer definition for Map Panel. Added two new devices – Aside and Topper. Added ‘Markers’ and ‘Balloon Styles’ as a subdevice to Code Switch. Finally set up the Gallery page: this is where comics pages featuring the relevant device will be catalogued. Now for the slow work of filling up the galleries…..

New in Store: The Comics Devices Quick Reference Zine Before the website launched, I produced this zine as a promotional thing + quick reference. This is a 12-page zine showcasing the devices in this library as of 2023 (not including the Topper and Aside). Perfect for students, teachers and anyone who needs a quick, in-person reference if there's no wi-fi available. Sequential Artists Workshop is selling copies for North Americans in their online store. Folks in Australia, New Zealand and Malaysia can directly contact me to get a copy. An ebook version is on the way. I will announce it via newsletter.

#comics devices #comics

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dcafanzine · 7 months ago

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Hi everyone! We’re super excited to start introducing our contributors! Let’s let them introduce themselves!

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Hellooo! My name is Meg (@ayyyimmaninja), and I am one of the page artists for the Backstage Pass zine! While I have done other nonprofit projects before in the past, this will be my first ever zine and I'm so excited to work with so many amazing artists!!

I had been somewhat familiar with the Daycare Attendant character from watching YouTube playthroughs but my hyperfixation didn't start until around January 2023 after a big scare regarding a family member. After watching loads of fan content about them I was immediately hooked and took great comfort in them, and it wasn't long before I started making fanart of my own and coming up with stories that some of you might be familiar with. I love these silly jester blorbos so much, they have my whole heart!

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Heyo! I'm KayCee (@craykaycee)! I'm contributing as a spot artist for both the main and bonus zines as well as a page artist for the bonus zine ^-^ !!! I've never done a zine before, but it's been super exciting! The DCA has intrigued me from the *moment* they had their transformation scene (so dramatic! but also UHM COOL?? :D), but it really jumpstarted with seeing others depict them as unsettling n' creepy AND soft n' caring :]c. Shenanigans and many *many* artworks and fic ensued! Drawing them in that uncanny valley (close to "biblically accurate") has been my favorite, especially with the ability to shift one small detail and change the mood so much!!

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Hi, I'm Lyna. I'm a page artist for the main zine. I did participate previously in a DCA project but this is my first time participating in a zine (nervous, honestly). Been into fnaf since the second game release, dropped after pizzeria simulator and came back with security beach. The DCA changed my brain chemistry twice with their voices and silly animations, from the moment I saw Sun's first appearance in game and then Moon's. It grew more when I started drawing them non stop, and there was no going back from that point. My longest hyperfixation to date with 2 and a half years! They are my first comfort characters.

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#glitches and glitterglue zine #contributor spotlight #dca fan zine #dca fanzine #fanzine #dca fandom

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rainbow-cheshire · 11 months ago

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☆∂ʀ ᴄʀιтιᴄαℓ ∂ιᴄє! zιηє☆ (my contributions to @drcriticaldicezine !)

first zine i got into that actually came out🥹and it's doing absolutely amazing! i will be forever grateful with working with these people, i've been sort of witnessing everything since the beginning and oh my god i am just. extremely proud of this project, i think i finished this in december 2023 so the art style is a bit different compared to what i do now but i still think it's a decent piece! also i am never going to forget the moment when i sent out kiyo's design and someone told me it's so kiyo shaped LIKE THIS IS PROBABLY THE BEST COMPLIMENT I'LL EVER GET🥺🥺🥺 and i wrote a fic for the first time even though it's super short so yea! this project is a lot of fun, thank you so much for having me i'm so happy i get to work with so many amazing people, please go download the zine and check out everyone else's work (especially if you love fics! we have so many it's insane and we actually managed to feature almost the entire danganronpa cast)

💙if you are planning to repost my drawings/edits, etc either ask for permission in the comments/private message me, or mention my username in the caption AND tag me, or else i will ask you to remove the post for stealing thank you💙

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crystallizedkingdoms · 19 days ago

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eek it’s finally time!! im SO happy to finally share a little preview of my fic for @taz-balance-zine! this was my first time ever participating in a zine, and getting to contribute to this project has been a wonderful experience!

zine release is feb. 12 💜

#taz balance #taz balance zine #taz johann #taz avi #johavi #taz #taz balance fanzine #my writing

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userparamore · 6 months ago

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I get that you don’t like Taylor but can you not see paramores growth as band because of the eras tour they seem so happy to be on that stage every night be grateful for that

first of all i don't really understand why you're coming for me over post that isn't even mine. second of all i'm allowed to be a fan of a band and be critical of them at the same time, and i've expressed my disappointment over this since the tour was announced. i'm not gonna beat a dead horse and bring up why i'm critical of this tour again in this answer, but the act of them being on this tour really says a lot about them for me in a negative way, and i think it's hypocritical of them after preaching about sustainability and equal rights for all.

paramore is also not some small indie band no one has heard of. they've been doing this for 20 years, they've sold out big venues, played madison square garden multiple times, they played their biggest show ever on the this is why aus&nz tour with 26,283 tickets sold in sydney. multiple of their biggest songs on spotify is close to a billion streams and they have 21 million monthly listeners. all this growth they've done, they've done on their own- sure it's nice that more people discover them, but they didn't need this tour to be successful. they already were.

also for me personally, this tour leaves a bad taste in my mouth. i come from a country where if i'm lucky they tour once every album cycle. i've been lucky to see them 2 times and the last time was in 2017. they played a festival so i didn't get to see a full set. they've been to my country four times total and 1 concert wasn't a festival. the eras tour didn't have a show in my country, and i wasn't about to fight swifties for tickets that are extremely expensive. in the end my friend ended up having a spare ticket to one of the vienna shows bc the person they were originally gonna go with ended up not being able to go, and i was asked if i wanted to go. me and this friend first became friends bc we both liked paramore, and they've never been able to see them live. travelling to vienna to have that experience together, i would sit through 3h of taylor swift for. i spent close to 2000 dollars on the whole trip including the ticket, for it to end up being cancelled. very happy we didn't die, but it still sucked to have spent all that money and the not be able to go. especially since this would've been my friend's first paramore live experience.

i'm happy they're having fun playing their greatest hits for 3 months. i'm happy for my mutuals who's been able to go and have had a good time. the money they earn will probably go to their new label, and hopefully we won't have to wait 5 years for new music. but don't tell me to be grateful.

i try my best to make this community a welcoming space. i try my best to contribute with gifs and edits, and post news when there are news. i've hosted countdown events, i've hosted/made zines, i've hosted gif challenges. i want to do all these things bc it's fun to be part of this community and i love the friends i've made here. but i can still do all those things, and not have to kiss paramore's ass. i can still express myself and speak on the things i don't agree with bc it's my blog. we've had "debates" in my inbox before, people have expressed their opinions on paramore before, and it's always respectful which i appreciate. we as a community can disagree on things and still be a community.

#i hope for the next album paramore will tour more #there still hasn't been an asian tour #they have fans outside the us who support them and want to go to their shows #just give us a chance #and i wish i didn't feel like less of a fan for not being born in the us #and not being able to participate in all the opportunities the us fans have #ask #anon

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he6o · 2 years ago

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My contribution to the @iqlucis digital add-on, which is now available for purchase again at our international store (iqniflheim.bigcartel.com).

This is the cropped version of the desktop wallpaper version I included in the bundle, and is quite possibly the most time consuming piece of art I’ve ever done. I had a lot of setbacks - repainting the left side background 4 times, for one…and some upsetting family stuff going on in the background, so this is a month overdue from when it should have been finished. But now it’s done I can get back to working on Caelum Zine! ❤️

I used the outfit I designed for the IQ keychain, and sometime later in the year I’d like to do a matching nighttime version with the bros walking through insomnia at the end of the game, but let’s see how I do getting everything else finished first!

#ignis scientia #ignis #art #digital #fanart #ffxv #final fantasy #chocobros

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lazywitchling · 11 months ago

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Alright, here we go. My review for The Dabbler's Guide to Witchcraft by Fire Lyte

Final rating: ??/10 - it broke my numbers system.

TL;DR - I like the book. I'm angry at the author. It's great for new practitioners. If you're going to get it, please get it from the Spiral House Shop, get Alex Wrekk's two witchcraft zines to go with it, and go look at/reblog/contribute to the original Dabbler's Week project.

(Also I think this is the longest review I've written yet. I'm sorry.)

This book is very good. I'm mad about that. The author is an excellent writer. I'm mad about that. I want to dislike this book but I can't, and I'm mad about that.

So let's get into the breakdown of why.

First up, a housekeeping thing: "Fire Lyte" is a pen name that I don't believe the author uses anymore, so I will be referring to him as Don Martin, the name he is using on his current projects. I know he's on TikTok, formerly of Inciting a Riot podcast, now of Head on Fire podcast.

Second, some links relevant to the review-which-is-actually-just-a-rant:

The breakdown of things I found that were taken uncredited from Tumblr

I COULD be making this up and reading it in bad faith, but this bit about 'heteronormative marriage' has my alarm bells ringing

Why I hate the title of this book

The original Dabbler's Week project links

Anyway.

I picked this book up specifically because of the title. It's been 3 years since it was published, so it took me a while, but I remember looking at that title when it was first out and thinking "Hey... the timing of this... did this person just wholesale lift the 'Dabbler' idea from Tumblr?"

The answer is: Yes, probably!

(He also summarized the Malachite Dick post from February 2020, but he actually credited Tumblr along with relevant usernames, so that's good and also made me laugh.)

But... yeah. The fact that he's crediting Tumblr from something that specifically happened in February 2020, when the original Dabbler's Week was from late January 2020 and seems to have inspired his whole book? Don, would it have killed you to mention ANYTHING about that project and the people involved?

He's very big on talking about following trails of information, listening to podcasts, listening to the podcasts of people talked about on those podcasts, reading books talked about on those podcast, and so on. But if he doesn't start off by saying "Dabbler's Week was a project issued by asksecularwitch on Tumblr", then how is anyone supposed to follow THAT chain of information, hmm? If his whole advice on finding good witchcraft resources is to follow the chain of people who are sharing information from each other, but he makes no mention of where he got the whole idea for his book, then what?

Side rant: I'm real tired of how Tumblr information is simultaneously treated as too shitty to ever bother reading or mentioning, but good enough to screenshot, repost on other sites, recite word-for-word on tiktok, and apparently write a book about.

ANYWAY. I'm angry about it. I'm gonna be angry about it. Here, please look at these links to the shenanigans that began the original Dabbler's Week, because Don certainly won't tell you about this part.

Anyway.

Some bad things:

I mean, the plagiarism. I keep hesitating to use the word 'plagiarism', because to me that seems like wholesale lifting entire works and slapping your name on them, when all Don did was fail to credit a few Tumblr users he quoted. But then again, if I did that on a research paper in college, it would be called plagiarism, so.

This book is in fact not a great guide for 'dabblers'. The point of Dabbler's Week was that if someone didn't know if they wanted to commit to witchcraft but wanted to fuck around with casting some spells for a week to try it out, there were week-long guides on things someone could do to try that. This book is not for fucking around with magic, it's for people who are already sure that they want to make this a thing in their lives. It handles some heavier topics (e.g. vetting mentors and not getting sucked into a cult) that are very very important for someone who is BEGINNING, but may be too much for someone who just says one day "lol I think I'll cast a spell for fun". A far more accurate title would have been "The Beginner's Guide to Witchcraft", but then he'd lose that punchy and marketable and googleable term 'dabbler'. (Yes, I'm going to be petty about this.)

"Wow Jes, it sounds like you really hated this book."

NO I DIDN'T, AND I'M SO MAD ABOUT THAT!

Some good things:

The author has a writing style that I enjoyed very much. This is a personal preference, but I like when books are either written so that the author is fully invisible (Bree Landwalker's books do this wonderfully), or the author is fully visible, like they're sitting at the table having a conversation with you (Kelly-Ann Maddox's 'Rebel Witch' comes to mind, as does Alex Wrekk's 'Brainscan 33: DIY Witchery'). Don Martin is the table conversation kind. That makes this book very easy to read, while also getting information across in an easily-understood sort of way.

This book fills a very necessary gap in modern witching books. It talks about the online community of witches, and a lot of the pitfalls that have come along with the bonuses of having so much witchcraft available at our social-media connected fingertips.

He gets very in depth with things like cultural appropriation. That's something that you can find in a lot of modern witch books, but Don actually spends the time breaking the concept down and explaining WHY it's harmful, HOW it affects people, and quotes people from the affected minority groups. I have seen the appropriation topic come up in a lot of the witch books I've read, but Don is the one who has covered the topic the best, imo.

He spends time on topics that I myself would have been dismissive of. The example that comes to mind is the chapter 'Can I Make Sh*t Up?' My knee jerk reaction was "Yes, you can make your own spells, you don't need to get someone else's permission. Next question." But Don goes through the full breakdown of yes you can make up your own spells, yes you can make your own correspondences, but no that doesn't mean you can just throw a water soluble crystal in your water bottle because you think it's good for cleansing.

Actually on that topic, he covers a lot of the why not just the what. It's not just 'appropriation is bad', it's 'and here's why'. It's not just 'research your herbs', it's 'here's some examples of things that can and have gone wrong.'

SPELL CANVASES! There are 11 'spell canvases' in this book, and they're pretty much all just kids/teens science experiments (e.g. dissolving an egg shell in vinegar, lighting a tea bag on fire so it flies, and using food dye to color a white flower). He does not give intentions for these spells, but gives a spell technique and then some examples of how you could apply your own purpose/intention to it as needed. It's actually pretty smart, and now I wish there was more stuff like this.

He actually explains what UPG means. Man, 'UPG' is one of those things that I keep seeing as a 'I don't know what that means and I'm to afraid to ask' blog post. When someone pops into the witchy social media circles, we can throw the term 'UPG' around as if everyone knows what it means, and forget to actually explain that it's Unverified Personal Gnosis and what that means. Don's got us covered. Good on you, Don.

The one throwaway line about why you don't have to buy fancy witch things. Tucked away in chapter 12 is this almost nothing-sentence mentioning why you shouldn't be "going broke hoping to buy your way into 'effective' magic" (pg. 161). I have seen, reblogged, probably written posts about 'No you don't need the fancy tools! You can just use whatever! But you CAN buy them if you want, you just don't NEED them.' And we've all seen those around, right? But damn, if Don didn't just get to the heart of it. You can't buy your way into skill. YES, Don, THAT!! THANK YOU.

Alright. I'm running out of words. This isn't a review, it's a rant. Holy shit. Let me shut up with a TL;DR

Almost without doubt, Don liked Tumblr's idea enough to write a book about it, but failed to give credit. But he's an excellent writer and covers a lot of topics that are not often written about in printed books, and to get those blogosphere-ideas onto bookshelves is invaluable. This is a good book for beginners starting out in witchcraft, but not for dabblers who just want to screw around with some spells. Do the pros outweigh the cons? Is it ethical to buy a book when the author gets royalties but the bloggers he got the idea from do not? I don't know. I can't tell you that. You'll have to weigh all this against your own moral compass and decide for yourself. My recommendation is that if you're going to buy it, please buy it from the Spiral House Shop, because if Don Martin's going to get paid for this book, Alex Wrekk should too. Buy Alex's zines. Reblog Sec's posts. Links are up at the top.

#jes vs witch books #drama in your llama #navigation: reviews

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