#ave artemis

[666-s8ndevotee-666]

Artemis offerings

-deer, bear, or wildlife in general items

-items from nature (leaves, pinecone, ect)

-moon items

-star items

-bows and arrows

-torches

-lures

-water jugs

-Headwear of any kind

-capes

-animal print clothing

-berries

-nuts

-wood-y frankincense, or cypress incense (or any)

-cider

-wild flowers

-game meat or bl⁰⁰d

-honey

-music and/or dancing

-cypress

-mugwort

-birch/pine

-amaranth

-white, green, silver, green, blue, or red candles

-animal bones

-feathers

-moonstone, amethyst, quartz, pearls, moss agate,

-moon water

-silver or silver jewelry

-animal claws or teeth

-hair

[666espy-pawz666]

I'm so glad that my girlfriend came back to at least update me. The gods listened and answered. I love them dearly (both the gods and my bf). I should give them some offerings RN actually

[silverthornwitchery]

A Litany to Ashtoreth/Astarte

Hear my prayer, oh Astarte. Lady of the Moon, Of the Heavens, Of the Earth. Beloved Goddess, Ashtoreth, of the lineages of Inanna-Ishtar and Asherah!

Listen unto my words. Know, Ashtoreth, that I love you. Know that I see you in the pantheons of the world. Know that I see your divinity everywhere, in all goddesses.

I know you, Astarte, by many forms! I know you as Artemis, beloved of the Ephesians! I know you as Diana, beautiful one of Lake Nemi! I know you as Hekate, the key-keeper! I know you as Aphrodite, who bestows passion in lovers! I know you as Athena, ever-granting wisdom! I know you as Babalon, who holds the chalice of the blood of life! I know you as Andraste, lady of Ravens and Wolves! I know you as Astaroth, Dutchess of the Infernal Realms! I know you as Aradia, First of Witches! I know you as Gaia, Mother Earth Herself! I know you as Nyx, Nott, Nuit, Veil of Night! I know you as Isis, Goddess of 10,000 Names! I know you as Hathor, Qetesh, Lady of Sacred Pleasures! I know you as Freyja, Valkyrie Queen! I know you in all pantheons, in all names, in all goddesses! Likewise, I know you as Tanith of Carthage! I see how you have become beloved in all nations! I see how your evolutionary line across cultures is interwoven! I see how you are in all goddesses! I see how your essence ever thrives! Oh Ashtoreth, Astarte, I love you in all forms, in all names! I love you, for you teach the art of sacred syncretism! I love seeing how your essence permeates and shifts between pantheons. I love seeing your endless manifestations! I love seeing your beauty! Astarte, my Lady of the Moon, my Lady of Life, of the Vines and of the Trees! Astarte, my Lady of the Witches' Craft! Astarte, Patroness of the Queer! Astarte, my Lady of Undying Worship! Astarte, Ashtoreth! Look upon my litany, hear my words of reverence, and know that I love you! Know that you are within me, and I am of you! Know that I feel your blessings! Ave Astarte, Ashtoreth! Great Goddess Divine!

[hiraethwrote]

MY LOVELY MUTUALS

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ಇ summer ⌇ ಇ karina ⌇ ಇ jade ⌇ ಇ mara ⌇ ಇ skye

ಇ kei ⌇ ಇ tara ⌇ ಇ vegas ⌇ ಇ kali ⌇ ಇ quinn

ಇ cher ⌇ ಇ knives ⌇ ಇ shen ⌇ ಇ mac ⌇ ಇ daleyza

ಇ sage ⌇ ಇ leilani ⌇ ಇ ai ⌇ ಇ alba ⌇ ಇ liz

ಇ artemis ⌇ ಇ eliza ⌇ ಇ stella ⌇ ಇ mickey ⌇ ಇ chlo

ಇ river ⌇ ಇ alexis ⌇ ಇ logan ⌇ ಇ lola ⌇ ಇ inez

ಇ wisteria ⌇ ಇ nina ⌇ ಇ roma ⌇ ಇ azul ⌇ ಇ kiyara

ಇ jelli ⌇ ಇ lily ⌇ ಇ io ⌇ ಇ angie ⌇ ಇ bookie

ಇ salem ⌇ ಇ seraph ⌇ ಇ moni ⌇ ಇ cherry ⌇ ಇ dodger

ಇ rylie ⌇ ಇ kenmakodz ⌇ ಇ lotus ⌇ ಇ reya ⌇ ಇ cid

ಇ kiku ⌇ ಇ naya ⌇ ಇ ave ⌇ ಇ aashi ⌇ ಇ iya

ಇ nicole ⌇ ಇ supa ⌇ ಇ shikari ⌇ ಇ bella ⌇ ಇ lucy

ಇ carina ⌇ ಇ jade ⌇ ಇ jia ⌇ ಇ aims ⌇ ಇ ari

ಇ aleizah ⌇ ಇ lale ⌇ ಇ nana ⌇ ಇ ramona ⌇ ಇ nat

ಇ eden ⌇ ಇ mila ⌇ ಇ ryu ⌇ ಇ kai ⌇ ಇ topaz

ಇ rain ⌇ ಇ wyr ⌇ ಇ sydney ⌇ ಇ eggy ⌇ ಇ naomi

ಇ syd ⌇ ಇ bug ⌇ ಇ rize ⌇ ಇ nico alex ⌇ ಇ isle

ಇ ree ⌇ ಇ izzy ⌇ ಇ avalon ⌇ ಇ des ⌇ ಇ ellie

ಇ kendall ⌇ ಇ christine ⌇ ಇ luvie ⌇ ಇ kairo ⌇ ಇ sonrisa

ಇ amira ⌇ ಇ asha ⌇ ಇ bibi ⌇ ಇ luna ⌇ ಇ sana

ಇ evie ⌇ ಇ kal ⌇ ಇ luna ⌇ ಇ hazel ⌇ ಇ dilly

ಇ risu ⌇ ಇ kali ⌇ ಇ yue ⌇ ಇ sophie ⌇ ಇ daphne

ಇ rye ⌇ ಇ sinnie ⌇ ಇ star ⌇ ಇ kashika ⌇ ಇ cha

ಇ eumy ⌇ ಇ yaz ⌇ ಇ cora ⌇ ಇ awea ⌇ ಇ perce

ಇ nina ⌇ ಇ kei ⌇ ಇ mia ⌇ ಇ nia ⌇ ಇ luca

ಇ rem ⌇ ಇ roma ⌇ ಇ salai ⌇ ಇ ris ⌇ ಇ aomi ⌇

ಇ eris ⌇ ಇ sienna ⌇ ಇ maisie ⌇ ಇ ronnie ⌇ ಇ winter

ಇ tea

ANONS

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[x-anthippe]

XANTHIPPE NYSIAN,

caçadora, instrutora de caça e rastreio, filha de dionísio infelizmente

SOBHITA DHULIPALA? não! é apenas XANTHIPPE NYSIAN , ela é filha de DIONÍSIO e CAÇADORA DE ARTEMIS do chalé OITO e DOZE e tem DUZENTOS ANOS. a tv hefesto informa no guia de programação que ela está no��NÍVEL III por estar no acampamento há SÉCULOS, sabia? e se lá estiver certo, XAN é bastante IMPASSÍVEL mas também dizem que ela é ORGULHOSA. mas você sabe como hefesto é, sempre inventando fake news pra atrair audiência.

// BIO // CONEXÕES //

TLDR;

Dionísio se disfarçou de padre pra pegar a mãe dela, uma noviça, há duzentos anos.

Cresceu no orfanato do convento e não teve uma experiência boa, passando por diversos abusos devido sua origem "divina" e seus poderes.

Fugiu e se juntou às caçadoras de Àrtemis.

Na primeira guerra mundial, conhece um semideus filho de um dos três grandes por quem ela se apaixona em pensamentos, mas ele morre num ataque aéreo durante a guerra. sim, o manwhore da mulher maravilha

Decide largar as caçadoras, mas Ártemis reconhece que o luto é o que move ela, e cria uma série de tarefas que ela precisa fazer para ser "liberada" dos juramentos de caçadora.

Acaba de terminar sua última tarefa, e ainda não decidiu se vai realmente abandonar a imortalidade e a caçada.

PODERES: êxtase religioso ritualístico. Xan consegue induzir grupos de pessoas numa espécie de alucinação coletiva que tem fundos de embriaguez e contexto religioso, tende a surtir melhor efeito se estiverem embriagados ou todos tiverem alguma fé em comum. Surte pouco ou nenhum efeito em indivíduos sozinhos, a não ser que estejam sob efeito de embriaguez. Por meio de quaisquer entonações religiosas, seja um mantra hindu ou um ave maria, esse mesmo aspecto ritualista tem um efeito revigorante nela.

ARMA: Varatha, a lança eterna. O bidente, uma lança comprida com duas pontas afiadas que reluz num prateado como se tivesse uma aura furta-cor, ligeiramente lilás, foi dado a Xanthippe em sua primeira missão. Assim que o deus, seu pai, se transformou de um búfalo num olimpiano imortal e então sumiu numa nuvem de espumas alcóolicas, a arma ficou em seu lugar, fincada no chão. Ninguém ousou tocar na lança, mas ela sussurrava para a jovem caçadora. Ao tocar seu cabo, Varatha tremeu. Subiu pela mão de Xanthippe como uma serpente, enrolando-se em seu antebraço e ao redor de seu dedo médio num bracelete, onde esteve nos últimos duzentos anos. A arma é, indubitavelmente, indiana. Evoca em seu portador o mais confortável dos sentimentos, como uma velha parceira de batalha em quem você confia. É útil nas distâncias, e deve ser empunhada com agilidade; ao fincar-se aos monstros com suas pontas afiadas, causa uma explosão em pó dourado, e seu corte pode evocar alucinações, quase que como envenenada.

[rhendarzon]

Aveyond Series Complete Timeline

Here's the complete timeline of the Aveyond series, from Ahriman's Prophecy to AV4! Consolidated by artemis and Amanda herself, alongside canon in-game timestamps, and with the help of the amazing community members (Discord):

(AP) Dan, GrahamRocks (AV1) Tei, Darwin, PrincessBinas, snowsheba (AV2) Darwin, Nova, seb (AV3) DaevaAgas, Stargazer, Darwin, Renaiya (AV4) Nemui-Makoto, BentoKami

(and many, many more), I was able to come up with this timeline visual! I've always been really particular about the timeline in the AV series, so honestly, when artemis gathered all that amazing data, I just wanted all of those words converted into a visual! Hope this is helpful! (Created in Photoshop)

[mwexodusofficial]

Mouthwashing: Exodus | Chapter II: Trigger

"I'm sorry, did you just tell me that we have to wait TWO DAYS to download all the records?!"

Captain Hawkes was outraged after Elise broke the bad news, and groaned in frustration, flailing his hands around while cussing under his breath. It was well-known amongst the crew that, while Hawkes was calm under fire, he had a quick-tempered response to bad news quite often, outside of life-threatening situations.

"I'm sorry, Captain, but you know I already told you that we needed to put in the request to CentCom for updated operating systems and hardware."

In-person, Elise's vague French accent could be heard more concisely. Even hundreds of years later, there were still communities and families that retained accents and lingo which survived over the centuries. As fascinating as the phenomena was, Hawkes instead used it as an outlet for his anger to parody her quite mockingly.

"Oui oui, I 'ave alhready tuld yuu dat we need ze croissants- OW!"

Highly offended, Elise delivered a sharp kick to his shin, causing him to crumble to the ground, gripping it in minor agony. He sucked in through his teeth to cope with the pain, and it was quite an amusing sight to Elise.

"As I said, you had the chance to update our OS when you sent in that request. I put the damn letter right on your desk the day you were planning to submit it."

Hawkes sighed as he staggered back up onto his feet.

"It's not that simple, Baguette Queen- OWWW, FUCK!"

Another sharp kick, this time to the other shin. Hawkes was rendered utterly incapacitated and groaned on the floor in regret.

"How is it not simple?!" Elise decried him. "Seems quite simple to me! 'Dear CuntCom, please update our Operating Systems so we don't get our shit hacked by enemy drones and have all our airlocks opened remotely.' See? Only one sentence."

Hawkes got up again and dusted himself off, huffing tiredly.

"It's not simple because I can't ask for every possible upgrade that they can offer. All of Canaris' dockyards are too busy building military carriers for an excursion into the Kalis Sector, and it takes time and rare resources to rearm and upgrade this vessel. The only reason I got that request approved was because a dockyard happened to free up space after finishing an Artemis-class battle cruiser."

"We don't need a dockyard to update the goddamn OS!"

Hawkes' demeanor switched up for a moment, and his eyes intensified with an unsettling energy.

"Elise. You know better than to say that word."

Elise was about to rebuttal, but reality set in quickly. She quieted down. 

"...Sorry. It's only been 2 months. I'm not used to it yet."

"I wouldn't be chastising you if the consequences weren't so real."

Elise nodded, gulping nervously. Hawkes took the cigar box out of his coat pocket, opened it up, and handed one to Elise. She took it gingerly, along with his offered lighter. He clapped the box back shut, stuffed it in his pocket, and began to exit the Drone Control center.

"Don't you need your-"

"Lighter? I got another, don't worry 'bout it."

The door shut behind him, and Elise grinned, lighting the cigar up.

"Such an asshole, heh."

She coughed profusely from the inhalation of the cigar; it'd been a while since she'd smoked one of these.

"Fuck me, this is powerful."

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Hawkes made his way through the spacious corridors of the Argonaut II, greeting jubilant subordinates as he passed them by. After consoling one of the younger EVA team members who was terrified of the event they just went through, he flipped his radio to Medical.

"Faulkner, how's that bastard looking?"

"Curly is nearly recovered. We had to amputate his limbs and recycle them through the cloning conduit to produce fresh limbs, but we managed to get them affixed back on. The burnt flesh was a hassle, it was seared down to the bone. I feel terrible for this poor fellow, that must have been agonizing. Luckily, we managed to graft the flesh off and had the microbots layer on the muscle, sinew and skin. His right eye was incinerated, so we replaced it with a carbon copy. He had no hands nor feet, but we pulled up his government records and cloned some hands and feet that were estimated based off those files. The internal organs, vocal chords, hair follicles, and skull are still undergoing reformation, but this fellow is stable for now, and we should have him fixed up within four hours or so."

"Sounds good, Faulkner. Keep me updated."

"Of course. I'll be getting back to it."

Hawkes turned off his radio receiver and stood for a moment, tapping his heel in thought. He couldn't watch the recordings anytime soon, and Curly was still undergoing surgery so he couldn't be interrogated yet.

There were the bodies...

He turned his radio back on and changed the channel to Divinity.

"Jazz, you there?"

"Da."

"Jazz, stop speaking a dead language."

"Shut up. What do you want?"

"Are preparations for the Revivification ready?"

"Five hours. The disciples still have to perform the Rite of Solace, the Holy Eucharist, the Incense Ceremony, and-"

"Okay, okay, I got it. Damn it."

"Did you just curse over the phone into a holy place?"

"What are you talking about? Cursing over the phone doesn't count! I'm not even in the room!"

"Your curse echoed all throughout the Divine Chamber. Every disciple heard you, they are very disappointed in their Captain right now."

"Uh huh. Alright, well, we're going to be bringing Curly in to observe, so work around that however you need to."

"Da."

"I don't know what that means."

"Sounds like a 'you' problem."

Hawkes shook his head as he turned off his radio once more. He thought of anything else that might need doing, but soon realized he had some free time at the moment. For a mere minute, he thought deeply about what people who died horrible deaths might want first if they were revived.

If it were him, plenty of alcohol and a king's feast would be great. Maybe a nice view of outer space to pair with it. 

On the radio turns, again. Hawkes was beginning to wonder if he had a compulsion disorder. He turned the station to Engineering.

"Ali, this is Hawkes."

"Hawkes! What's up homie! The crew's celebrating in the terrarium! Come on down from the bridge, man!"

"I'm not at the bridge. Did the crew celebrating get on switch-shift?"

"Of course, I'm a party animal, not an idiot, Hawkes."

"I fail to discern the difference."

"Man, get down here and take a shot before I come up there and kick your ass!"

"Uh huh. Are they on switch-shift or not?"

"Such a party pooper. Yeah, I made sure they switch out with the reserve garrison every hour."

"Ali, if they're drunk and operating the ship, we're gonna get Tulpar'ed. Take them off switch-shift and let the reserve garrison run the ship for the night."

"You're such an asshole."

"Oh, one last thing."

"Yeah, Cap?"

"Delay those celebrations for a bit longer. I want the Resurrected to be included. Sober up and prepare a big feast, mixed drinks, and liquor. Lots of liquor."

"..."

"Ali? You there?"

"I take back what I said."

"What?"

"About you being an asshole."

"Cool story, didn't ask."

"I un-take it back."

Off the radio went. Hawkes continued to think of what else the crew might want once they came back. Judging from the gruesome murder scene he'd witnessed, it would likely be much better to initially separate them so they could adjust to the environment without any potential mental triggers.

What else... what else... Hawkes thought in deep contemplation.

"Hey, Hawkes!"

"Shut up Oliver, I'm thinking, for fuck's sake!"

"...Damn, okay... at least you remembered my name!"

An idea suddenly sprung into Hawkes' head.

"Remember..." He muttered. "Oh, that's it! I'll get in contact with their families. They need to know now. It would be criminal to delay the news."

He was about to sprint for the Comms Center, but stopped in his tracks early. Was this premature? The Ritual hadn't even been performed yet. If he went to the families and told them of their recovery, but one of them didn't resurrect, it would break their hearts a second time over.

No. Better to stay the news and wait to see what resulted from the Ritual.

There was nothing else Hawkes could think to do for those who'd be coming back. He decided to head to the bridge, and review the files on each of the crew members. This way, he could get a better read on who might be the culprit behind the Tulpar's crash.

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"Captain. The patient is fully reformed. He is still unconscious but the anesthetics will wear off in a few minutes. We've seated him in the Interrogation chamber, cuffed to the table."

"Copy. I'm heading there now."

Hawkes threw the files he was reading to the ground and practically bolted for the transport tube. His curiosity about the Tulpar's demise had been eating away at him for the last few hours, and he was ready to rough this bastard up to get the confession. How dare this piece of shit sacrifice his crew for whatever selfish motives he had!

This was Captain Hawkes' first ever Resurrection Ritual onboard the Argonaut II. He'd had the Divinity Chamber installed only days after the Era of Divinity began, and he was euphoric.

He, and every other human to exist, had been given a purpose on that day. The power to resurrect those who were unjustly wronged, and those who were guilty of the crimes, was nothing other than a message from God, and the Divine that looked over Heaven and Earth. If you had told Hawkes he would be a devout believer in God three months ago, he would have spit in your face and left laughing contemptibly.

But there was no clearer message than this. The ability to bring back the dead. It changed human society forever. And Hawkes had been at the very inception of this Holy Renewal. There wasn't a single word on Earth that could possibly describe how utterly enlightening it was to know- to know... that God existed, and had given humanity the opportunity to build a true utopia.

Hawkes had spent his entire life killing people. Now he was going to spend it saving lives, for the grace and the glory of God Almighty.

| AND HE WOULD PUNISH THE SINNERS FOR THEIR DISGUSTING GREED OF SELF! |

He cranked the radio on with a pressing rage pulsating through him. 

Bastard. Scum. Wretch. Traitor. Mutineer.

I'm going to make him suffer for those he hurt the most.

He switched the channel to Garrison.

"Caz."

"Captain."

"Get 2 soldiers, yourself and 2nd Lieutenant Ramirez to Interrogation."

"Roger."

Radio off. Hawkes tapped his foot impatiently, growing angrier at the slow pace of the transport tube.

"Come on. Come on. COME ON!"

Ding.

Hawkes stormed out of the tube and marched towards the Interrogation Chamber, flanked on the left by two garrison officers, and Caz and Ramirez on his right. Hawkes came up to the door and swiped his keycard.

Psssssssssssssssh.

The door slid open, revealing a fully-reformed Curly, slumped in the chair with his hands cuffed to the edge of the table. Hawkes thought first about slamming the table to wake him up, but quickly realized that startling awake someone who'd been through absolute hell was probably not the wisest idea. Even if he utterly loathed him, he needed information first and foremost.

Instead, Hawkes quietly scooted the opposing seat out, sat down, and scooched in quietly. He gently laid his arms across the table, twiddling his thumbs and waiting for Curly to wake.

...

...

...

"Caz, uncuff him."

Caz titled his head in confusion as Hawkes gave him the order.

"Sorry, Captain?"

"Uncuff him. The last thing he remembers is being a burnt, amputated husk for eight months. I'd rather he not damage himself again with the cuffs once he comes to. We need him coherent and well-adjusted to gather information."

"And if he attacks us?"

Hawkes turned to face Caz for a moment, saying nothing. He merely stared at him for a moment, his eyes conveying a very clear message:

Do as ordered.

Caz nodded, moving to uncuff the blonde man. As mercurial as the Captain was, everyone onboard followed his orders. He didn't make it for three decades as a decorated war hero because of insubordination. Everyone knew it, no one needed to speak it.

Caz gently removed the cuffs from the man's hands and clipped them onto his utility belt, standing back in formation.

And then they waited.

...

...

...

"Urgh...."

Hawkes noticed Curly begin to stir awake, barely cogent. His eyelids fluttered excessively, as if trying to function for the first time in a long time. Slowly, groggily, Curly raised his head and stared around the room with hazy irises. He seemed as if he were drugged, even though the anesthetics had already worn off.

"Hgh.... Wh... Hhh..."

"Curly." Hawkes spoke with arms crossed. "Curly, you hearing me?"

Curly still seemed out of it. His eyes were entirely unfocused, as if he was in shell-shock. Hawkes took a moment to deliberate, then leaned across the table and slapped Curly across the face, much to the shock of the Garrison behind him.

"Captain?!"

"Quiet."

Curly jolted backwards, his eyes clearing up and an audible yelp emitting from his throat. It was then that his eyes scanned the room once more, and widened in further alarm. He began to shake violently, and looked to his hands first.

"What... what... wh... What...?"

His shaking continued, and his eyes darted in every direction imaginable.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

He suddenly collapsed to the ground, screaming and clawing at his skin in pure agony. The officers moved to restrain him, with Ramirez looking fearfully at Hawkes, whose face carried a loathsome grimace.

"Captain, what's happening?!"

"Phantom pains. The brain needs time to comprehend changes, and going from a charred husk to a fully-reformed body is something the brain doesn't yet understand. So it's projecting what it last remembered onto his mind."

"GHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Ramirez was utterly disturbed and placed on the verge of tears from seeing this man writhe in such pain; the guttural screams from his newly-made throat only magnified the impossible depths of agony he could convey. No human being could withstand this kind of projected agony unfazed.

Within minutes, the screaming died down to a loud sobbing, and minutes after that it died down to a heaving whimpering. The ordeal was so horrifying to watch that everyone in the room except Hawkes had to stand outside until he'd stopped.

Hawkes kneeled next to the shivering Curly, placing a hand on his shoulder. Based on his personal observations, Hawkes had plenty of reason to believe Curly to be the culprit. However, matching that up with Curly's government records, there were some glaring issues.

Curly was, by all accounts, an exceptional captain. He had spotless decades-long employment with Pony Express, had nothing except positive recommendations and reviews from employees, employers, acquaintances and business partners. His mental evaluations were green flags across the board.

So where was the motive? Why would he crash a ship, doom his crew, and ruin his retirement prospects and life? Something wasn't adding up.

"Hhhh.... Hhhh...."

"Let's get you up, Curly." Hawkes said, hoisting Curly by the armpits and back onto the chair. Curly sat, eyes puffy and swollen from incessant crying, drooling from his mouth, and completely spaced out. Hawkes sat across from him, interlacing his fingers and thinking of what to say next.

...

...

...

"Am I dead?"

Hawkes didn't expect the question, but answered gracefully.

"No. You were reformed."

"...Wha?"

"Reformed. You backwater- ahem. Reformation is a process that Canaris invented. It involves the aggregate repair, cloning, and transplanting of your body back to what we could last find on your government records. We essentially used a full-body picture from your archives to reconstruct you. Since the Terror, we haven't been able to export this procedure to other systems, but we are the original creators, so we are naturally the masters at it. That's probably why you've never heard of it. Our system, in particular, is cut off in terms of trade with the other nations except for communications, because we are the furthest system from Terra. And.. to be frank, we're not going to share information about our technology until we get the patent. And we can't get the patent because all the fucking bureaucrats were on Terra, so-... anyways, that's the explanation for your body. I know it's probably morbid to experience, but the good news is it's free of cost for you!"

Curly's eyes glanced over his body, raising shaky hands to stare at them. He seemed transfixed on himself, as if admiring a long-lost physical yearning.

"...Is this real?"

"Yeah, real as shit and sex."

Curly chuckled loudly at the old phrase popularized by freighter captains. He seemed shocked to hear himself laugh- and did it again. And again. And again. He laughed, and laughed, and laughed until he couldn't and coughed. With each passing moment, Hawkes felt a sense of guilt and sorrow intensify. He was beginning to doubt Curly was the one responsible for this catastrophe.

"Curly-"

"Do you mind if I sing?"

"...Heh?"

"There was a song... I'd heard when I was little. It stuck with me. My whole life."

And suddenly, Curly began to sing the lyrics from a song Hawkes wasn't aware of.

"That's life! That's what all the people say! You're riding high in April, shot down in May! But I know Iiiiii'm gonna chaaaaange that tuuuune! When I'm back on top, back on top in June! I said That's Life!"

Hawkes sighed and sat back in his chair, listening to Curly sing his heart out. He couldn't imagine what it was like to regain your body after so long, but he could certainly expect this to be a natural response- gratitude to the universe.

And so, he sat back, and listened to him for minutes on end, letting the man belt out every verse he could think of. No matter what he thought of Curly,

He wasn't one to ruin a person's celebration of life.

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Curly had finally finished enjoying his renewed body, and sat down to stare intensely at Hawkes. 

"Are... you done?" Hawkes asked tentatively.

"I still don't believe this is real. I'm terrified I'm going to wake up from this dream, back on that medical bed. I don't want that. I really don't want that. Please."

Hawkes sighed again as he raised his hands to assuage Curly.

"Well, I know what grounds me when I'm feeling down." Hawkes said with a slick smile, reaching into his coat pocket and pulling out another cigar-

"Shit." He muttered, realizing this was his second to last cigar. He only had three cigar boxes left in his quarters. That would mean he'd need to limit his cigar use to... once a day...

Hawkes withheld the urge to cry. Everyone was making sacrifices, here. Especially him.

"Do you... want... a... cigar...?" Hawkes said quite reluctantly through grit teeth, offering it to Curly. 

Curly stared at the cigar for a long moment, before eventually taking it into his hands, rolling it around in his fingers.

"I can't even remember the taste." He mumbled. Tears streamed down his face, and he began to sob silently. "What is happening? How am I alive? How? Why? Why...? I don't deserve this... I don't deserve it... I don't..."

His sobbing turned to wailing, and by this point Hawkes could tell he was grieving. He stayed silent, but it was somewhat awkward to try and comfort someone who 1. he suspected was the culprit, and 2. was going to find out soon that his crewmates would likely return. Now that hindsight was 20/20, Hawkes realized that breaking this news was going to cause a lot more trauma.

Oh, well!

"Alright, alright, you got your tears out?" Hawkes said rather brutishly. "Now, Curly, we did a courtesy for you by using resources to bring you back. It's a costly and rigorous procedure, and we need the favor returned- Oh, for f-"

Hawkes stopped speaking as Curly got up from his chair, shuffled over to him, and kneeled on the floor, bowing his head to the ground as he sobbed.

"Thank you. Thank you so much. You freed me from hell. You freed me. You saved me. You saved me from that suffering. I couldn't bear it. I couldn't... I just wanted to die. Thank you. I can't find the words to thank you."

"Now now, let's save the thanks for after interrogation. Let's just skip to the chase, Curly. Who crashed the Tulpar?"

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Curly's shaking came to a sudden stop, and Hawkes felt his danger instincts go off. He quickly backed out of his chair and unholstered his handgun, readying himself. Curly raised his head from the ground, and-

Woah.

In Curly's eyes was the bloodcurdling visage of a tortured man given life anew; his memories cursed him with a bottomless rage that scoured his body like electricity. His breath quickened, his arms bulging with veins, throat clogged with unrequited fury, ears ringing with savage vengeance, fingers digging blood out of his palms.

A vengeful spirit manifested.

"W-H-E-R-E I-S H-EEEEEEEEEEEEEE?!"

Curly roared the demand throughout the Interrogation Room, and immediately the other officers stormed in to restrain him. In a shocking display of adrenaline, Curly managed to shove an officer clean across the table, threw another against the back wall, and tackled Ramirez through the doorway out into the hall before he was tased and handcuffed by Caz. The other officers groaned as they got up from the floor, and were promptly scolded by Caz, who'd placed a dazed Curly in Ramirez's custody.

Hawkes, during the whole ordeal, was utterly frustrated. He only had 30 minutes left before the Revivification started, and he needed Curly coherent, sane and cooperative enough to answer his questions. If he suspected Curly could be taken off the culprit list, he would bring him to the Chamber to see his crewmates brought back. Hawkes wanted to reduce the mental burden of guilt from as many innocent people as possible.

"Curly..." Hawkes leaned down to place his hand gently on Curly's shoulder, even as he thrashed around in relentless apoplexy. "Curly, who crashed the ship? Was it you?"

"J-I-M-M-Y!!!! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?!?! YOU WORTHLESS FUCKING SCUM, INHUMAN PSYCHOPATH! I WILL TEAR YOUR FUCKING GUTS OUT OF YOUR STOMACH AND EAT IT!!!! JIMMMYYYYY!!!!!!"

"Welp, that answered my question." Hawkes concluded. "Caz, hit him with the Kyloxoprofil."

"Captain, it's called Isodihidroxine."

"Iso-kylo-tomato-tomato-potato, can you fucking DOSE HIM PLEASE?"

Caz injected the anesthetic into Curly's neck, and his rantings quickly died down into unconsciousness. Hawkes rubbed his neck, cracking it a few times, then cracked his knuckles against his palms. Now everything was coming together.

Hawkes' current hypothesis, missing information: Jimmy crashed the ship. His mental evaluations based on government records were subpar and sparse. The motive is unknown. Considering that Curly had recommended Jimmy for the freighter, it was likely they were long-time friends. This would explain why Jimmy had access to the cockpit- Curly had mistakenly trusted him with the duty for some reason, and Jimmy ultimately overrode the autopilot and tanked the ship.

The only major question that remained was why? Was Jimmy so mentally unwell that he wanted to die? Or was he covering something up? Who shot Swansea, and why so late into the time of being stranded? What caused Anya to overdose, after months of desperate survival? Did Daisuke get axed as a mercy-kill, or to make sure he didn't speak about something he saw?

Questions, questions, questions. The only thing Hawkes could be sure of was who to attempt to resurrect first.

"The Revivification Ritual is ready, Captain."

Hawkes sneered, radioing in.

"Start with Swansea."

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(Art below is credited to @rabstergabster on Twitter/X)

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[rpking99]

DC RP LIST

This list has every Open RP I have made. Orgonised by Medium (comics, anime, cartoon, so on) and by franchise

How each RP will be presented will be as followed: Name of RP (Franchise, Character) (modifiers(like being Femdom or Adventure or so on) following)

BATMAN

Batwoman Is Your BatBabe (DC, Batwoman/Kate Kane) (FemSub) (Female/Futa Only) (Preestablished Relationsip)

Batgirl Undercover (DC, Batgirl/Barbara Gordon)

Training With Dommy Batgirl (DC, Batgirl/Cassandra Cain) (FemDom)

Break The Batgirl (DC, Batgirl/Cassandra Cain) (FemSub)

Misses Malone (DC, Batgirl/Cassandra Cain) (FemDom)

Caught Changing (DC, Batgirl/Stephanie Brown)

Invading Eden (DC, Poison Ivy) (FemDom)

Helping Yourself To Harley (DC, Harley Quinn) (Femdom)

Prisoner Of Punchline (DC, Punchline) (FemDom) (Dark)

Prisoner's Deal (DC, Catwoman) (Femsub)

Breaking The Huntress (DC, Huntress) (FemSub)

Make Her Scream (DC, Black Canary) (Male/Futa Only)

Batgirls Tamed (DC, Batgirl/Cass & Batgirl/Steph) (Femsub) (Dark)

Of Mothers And Daughters (DC, Cass Cain & Lady Shiva)

Night Life With The Bats (DC, Batgirl & Batwoman) (Female/Futa Only)

Of Phermones And Giggles (DC, Poison Ivy & Harley Quinn) (Male/Futa Only)v

The One And Only Birds of Prey (DC, Batgirl & Huntress & Black Canary) (Preestablished Relationship)

In The Clutches Of The Sirens (DC, Poison Ivy & Harley Quinn & Catwoman)

TITANS

The Captive Raven (DC, Raven) (FemSub)

Interrupting Spellcasters Studying (DC, Raven)

Beauty Of The Stars (DC, Starfire)

Blackfire's Bae (DC, Blackfire) (FemDom) (Preestablished Relationship)

Got a Minute? (DC, Artemis)

Amazonian Submission (DC, Donna Troy) (FemSub) (Preestablished Relationship)

Of Stars & Ravens (DC, Starfire & Raven)

JUSTICE LEAGUE

Curse Of Purple K (DC, Power Girl)

Captive Goddess (DC, Wonder Woman) (FemSub)

Find The Princess At The Beach (DC, Wonder Woman)

Cheetah In Chains (DC, Cheetah) (Femsub)

New Position To Be Filled (DC, Superwoman) (FemDom)

In Brightest Day, In Needy Night (DC, Green Lantern/Jessica Cruz) (Preestablished Relationship)

New Queen Of Atlantis (DC, Mera) (Male/Futa Only)

Behind The Magic (DC, Zatanna) (FemSub) (Dark)

Vixen AV Audition (DC, Vixen)

Not So Killer Frost (DC, Killer Frost) (Preestablished Relationship)

Feeling A Spark? (DC, Livewire)

Late Night At The Daily Planet (DC, Lois Lane) (Preestablished Relationship)

Fun During Monitor Duty (DC, Wonder Woman & Green Lantern/Jessica Cruz)

Double Gothic Babes (DC, Cass Cain & Raven) (Femsub)

Power Of Brainiac (DC, Supergirl & Power Girl) (FemSub) (Dark)

Power & Super At The Beach (DC, Supergirl & Power Girl)

Hero Club Pick Up (DC, Wonder Woman & Power Girl) (Female/Futa Only)

Worlds Finest Whoreines (DC, Power Girl & Huntress)

[darkskiesrpg]

A bulletin has been posted outside of the town halls for both Mystic Falls and New Orleans. Thanks to Sheriff Forbes and Chief Kenner's incredible team that they put together for the housing bureau as well as wonderful citizens allowing their homes to be used for housing, the housing bureau's team has put together a randomized list of who is being housed where. See below to find your housing arrangements if you are from the past o the future:

Housing 1 (Charlotte Kenner's Home):

Elena Gilbert

Luna Diaz

Aliyah St. John

Roxelana Demir

Damon Salvatore

Housing 2 (Darcy Garcia's Ranch):

Phoenix "Jagger" Hendrix

Lizzie Saltzman

Camille O'Connell

Harrison Fairlight

Lee Yeon

Housing 3 (Christian O'Malley's Private Home):

Adelina de la Cruz

Feyrah De'Mor

Rose-Marie Conard

Stefan Salvatore

Housing 4 (Lockwood Mansion):

Riley Lockwood

Lorelai Lockwood

Tobias "Toby" Salvatore

Bonnie Bennett

Maddox Kenner

Housing 5 (Christian O'Malley's Second Home in the French Quarter):

Beau Randolph

Ryker Bradenton

Mary Louise

Cecelia Salvatore

Asher Bradenton

Housing 6 (27 Anderson Ave):

Nikolai Delgado

Falin Wei

Briony Cai

Daniel Carter

Laila Italia

Housing 7 (5800 St. Charles Ave):

Abigail St. John

Oaklee Whitlock

Evelynn "Eve" Kenner

Henrik Mikaelson

Housing 8 (1875 Highway 142 E):

Raquel Mondragon

Tatia Petrovsdottir

Lim "Hannah" Han-na

Mary Dumas

Everleigh Hawthorne

Housing 9 (73 Adubon Blvd)

Treyvon Washington

Sebastian Mondragon

Hayley Marshall-Kenner

Jackson Kenner

Mikaelson Compound:

Klaus Mikaelson

Rebekah Mikaelson

Maveric Salvatore

Artemis Mikaelson

Carson Sanderson-Mikaelson

Hope Mikaelson

Seanna Mikaelson

Lucas Mikaelson

Kol Mikaelson

[geceoldumarina]

~ORİON TAKIM YILDIZI

Orion'un ölümü hakkındaki bir efsanede Av Tanrıçası Artemis ile nişanlı oldukları zaman Apollon'un bu evliliğe karşı çıkmasıdır. Apollon, Artemis'e çok kötü bir oyun oynar. Artemis çok iyi bir ok atıcısıdır. Bir gün denizde bir karaltıyı vurmak üzerine iddiaya girerler ve Artemis daha ilk atışta hedefi vurur. Fakat vurduğu nişanlısı Orion'dur. Bu olayın sonrasında aynı zamanda Ay Tanrıçası da olan Artemis içindeki acıyı bir türlü susturamaz; bu nedenle ay bu kadar soğuk ve yaşamın olmadığı bir yer haline gelir.

Artemis, Orion'un cansız bedenini gümüş Ay arabasına koyar ve gökyüzüne taşır. Orion'un yıldızlarının en parlak yıldızlar olmasının sebebi ise Artemis'in özel olarak karanlık bir konum seçmesindendir.📌

(VE BEN AY TANRIÇASI, ARTEMİS, HEYVBANU)

[666-s8ndevotee-666]

Hello! I was wondering! Should I do informational posts on the gods? Lmk what I should do subjects I should do it on if u want me 2!

(Exp: offering or altar ideas, how to pray, how to tell if a God is reaching out to you or signs)

[666espy-pawz666]

My drawings don't suck, but they certainly aren't the best.

Any ways. I drew Aphrodite, Apollo, Artemis, Beelzebub, and Satan ! I love drawing my deity's!

[silverthornwitchery]

Diana, in all her forms, gives me the sense and feeling of love that Christians get from their God. I understand the feeling of being Born Again, not through Christ, but through Diana, the most holy of gods and goddesses. Ave Regina Diana! In Nomine Diana! Blessed Be Diana in all her names! Blessed Be Her as Herodias, as Aradia, as Artemis, as Nemetona, as Ashtoreth, as Tana, as Tanith, as Hecate, as Selene, as Arduinna, as Abnoba, as Druantia, as Jana, as Fana, and the names unlisted here.

[agendaculturaldelima]

#ProyeccionDeVida

🎦 Cine Club CCFV.- Ciclo de Cine Amor, Sexo y Drogas [Gaspar Noé[😼, presenta:

🎬 “CLIMAX”

🔎 Género: Thriller / Drama / Baile / Drogas / Años 90 / Homosexualidad

⌛️ Duración: 95 minutos

✍️ Guion: Gaspar Noé

📷 Fotografía: Benoît Debie

🗯 Argumento: Jóvenes bailarines toman accidentalmente LSD mezclado con sangría y así su exultante ensayo se convierte en una pesadilla cuando uno a uno sienten las consecuencias de una crisis psicodélica colectiva.

👥 Reparto: Sofia Boutella (Selva), Romain Guillermic (David), Souheila Yacoub (Lou), Alaia Alsafir (Alaya), Taylor Kastle (Taylor), Thea Carla Schott (Psyche), Adrien Sissoko (Omar), Kiddy Smile (Daddy), Claude Gajan Maull (Emmanuelle), Sharleen Temple (Ivana) y Vince Galliot Cumant (Tito).

📢 Dirección: Gaspar Noé

© Productoras: arte France Cinéma, Rectangle Productions, Wild Bunch, Les Cinemas de la Zone, Eskwad, KNM, Artemis Productions, Vice Films, CNC, Sacem, VOO, BE TV, Shelter Prod, Taxshelter. Be & Cinéventure.

🌎 Pais: Francia

📅 Año: 2018

📽 Proyección:

📆 Sábado 13 de Julio

🕔 5:00pm.

🏘 Centro Cultural Federico Villarreal (av. Nicolás de Piérola 412 - Centro de Lima)

🚶‍♀️🚶‍♂️ Ingreso libre🌛

[greektragedybitch]

okay I feel like this has been talked about before but wow why would you think romans could win a war against greeks? 😭 practically speaking, yes, it would make more sense that CJ as a well oiled wat machine would win but CHB has so many advantages over them let me list some off the top of my head

• home field advantage - CHB is more aware of the valley, they have grown up here and played hundreds of capture the flag matches, they know every nook and cranny, every blade of grass, every little pebble, watch CJ fighters activate some weird mechanism and fall into a trap lmao

• historically speaking, the romans practically copy pasted greek gods so I think that destroying the greeks would cause a lot of damage to their own existence while the greeks could get away with destroying romans without any consequences to themselves

• CHB kids are more attuned to their powers, more attuned to their gods, more attuned to nature, their camp director is literally dionysus while CJ hasn't seen a god in like forever I don't think CJ is ready for that kind of exposure to powers and gods so many of them would just crack

• greeks fight for survival, romans fight for glory/honour whatever survival is a far more terrifying thing, sharpening the edges of hope until it's a weapon

• and while it may seem like romans have more numbers, if we think back to battle of manhattan it's obvious that the greeks could easily increase their numbers too they have so many reinforcements at their disposal - nature spirits, party ponies, the cyclops from poseidon's forges, the hunters of artemis, the armies of undead like I don't think CAMP I haven't left this bordered city in ages JUPITER is prepared to fight that kind of crazy shit

• and please greeks are naturals at fighting together we haven't seen a single time where they had to shout order out loud to form an attack formation like the romans keep doing like what "senate ave–" cue arrow through throat

• and we've seen that most romans fight with a mundane weapon like the only ones with magical weapons are jason and frank who's spear was gone after three uses while the greeks literally run around with weapons gifted by gods like percy has the blade of a titaness, which was wielded by heracles himself, thalia has a spear by zeus and a working replica of his shield, clarisse had an electric spear and apollo campers could spare arrows given to them by their dad, annabeth has her magical cap from athena etc.

• greeks are trained by an immortal centaur that is the brother of the eldest gods and romans are trained by crappy generals that believe their army should be made up of child soldiers despite a city full of adults (jason was two when he first joined the legion if you think everyone is as amazing as you think then think again)

• and bestie did you say the greeks die too fast, too young cuz they are "untrained" let me please remind you that in botl apollo campers fought against a drakon while they were half asleep, half armoured and in their pyjamas and were able to defend camp against it

• greeks defended olympus and the thrones of the gods with their meagre numbers when kronos laid siege with an army of thousands if you think they can't defeat the tiny roman army that gets confused as soon as they lose a commanding officer then you haven't read tlo properly

SO IN CONCLUSION what I'm saying is that if the romans were half as good as you think they are they would have been able to defend themselves against polybotes and his tiny army in their own home (which already has all the numbers of warriors you think would make so much difference) but they couldn't they literally only won cuz percy came in with that fancy lightning eagle and tyson and mrs. o'leary destroyed the monsters the CJ campers could barely fight

i rest my case bye

saying CJ would win in a battle against CHB is like saying mortals could win against gods simply because they have a huge population

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i had a shower so lemme add some more points lol

• first of all guys please what is this non sense about amazons backing up the romans? why would they? they came to aid CJ once cuz hylla was backing up reyna why would they take the side of CJ when reyna is against war with CHB? and that aside, amazon is actually a tribe of greek warrior women, their origins are GREEK, their patron god is ARES they wouldn't pick sides with romans in a battle they have no stakes in

• octavian had to assemble an army of MONSTERS to seem threatening to greeks CJ on its own is not that big of a foe

• and all those onagers that we seem so afraid of like please I'm pretty sure the curse of cabin nine is lifted a snap of fingers from a child of hephaestus and the onagers would turn on them and decimate the romans from within

• greeks have a lot more reliable system of back up they are seasoned veterans of war while the romans fought like one titan in one battle they haven't seen WAR

• if we go back to som we see that the apollo campers can nock like half a dozen arrows at once while romans have no respect for archers like these crazy children of the sun would shoot down CJ campers before they can start falling into formation much less get close enough to CHB defences

• children of ares can curse weapons like sir? if they wished all of the CJ army would lose their weapons within minutes what do you think these powerless legacies would be able to do against the greeks who have trained their raw powers all their lives? NOTHING that's what

• the golden fleece is a strong defense too even if it doesn't fight physically like I'm pretty sure its healing and strengthening abilities would extend beyond the valley and to the demigods when in war like CJ wouldn't even be able to cross the borders CHB has a safe haven where they are protected while CJ does not and lol peleus would destroy the romans so fast

• all this and I haven't even gotten to the destruction and carnage the likes of thalia, nico, percy, clarisse, leo etc could cause like what makes you think PERCY what did they do to my city JACKSON would let CJ destroy CHB because he has like three friends there who aren't even actually gonna fight in this war? my bro would level new rome within minutes the same way he caused mt. st. helens to explode

• but what about jason and hazel? you ask, they are powerful too! first of all, hazel would always pick the side nico is on, she has no love for CJ and even if jason picks the side of CJ instead of staying neutral because it's his home like have you seen the difference between the greek big three kids and roman big three kids?

jason: father, please, I beg of your glorious self to bless me with one lightning bolt to help us defeat this foe please father

thalia: *casually picks up spear and kills an immortal* what were you saying zeus?

hazel: *horse girl with power to summon riches* *chills with nico as romans die* hehe idc

nico: *causing destruction with his army of undead, turning the living into ghosts and turning dead romans on their own people* wow dad is going to hate the paperwork

so yes, i don't think romans have as much of a chance of coming out victorious as y'all think because greeks are formidable and terrifying and will tear the romans to shreds and devour them piece by piece until nothing remains

i rest my case (hopefully finally lol)

If Camp Half-Blood and Camp Jupiter were to fight CHB would win. This is based solely on the fact that they actually know how to think outside the box.

They’re also crazy.

[oldster2]

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