#bawon samndi

[deathmimedream]

@bawon-samndi

@alastors-radioshow

(Living death continued from the Copia panic)

Copia and Terzo sat with Alastor for seemingly hours.

They’d both run out of tears, and even though Omega had brought them water, only Copia had drank any.

Terzo had passed out some time ago, exhausted from crying, laying with his head on the overlord’s chest.

The Cardinal rubbed at tired, tear-swollen eyes, and laid the hand he was holding down.

He slid to his feet, as Omega stepped forward, concerned.

Copia ran a gloved hand over his face as the other gently dismissed the Ghoul’s aid.

“Stay with them, I need to try and get us something to eat.”

Onega gave a solemn nod, moving to tuck a blanket over the sleeping Papa as Cardi moved to the kitchen.

Alpha looked up from his place in the sitting room, watching the terrace doors. Nothing was getting in without notice. Not with two ghouls and one half demonic archbishop watching over them.

Cardi didn’t know how to call Bawon.

But he stood at the sink, and grabbed one of the knives. Blood called demons, so maybe blood would call the Lwa?

He was desperate, and Terzo was broken.

He removed his gloves, and pricked his right index and ring fingers, letting the droplets fall into the sink.

“You’re not my deity to call. But I am at a loss, we both are. I feel it’s selfish to call on you for help or even comfort, because you’re not mine. But you are His. So for his sake, please…please…come to us, Bawon Samndi…” he let his fingers ooze a few moments longer, then washed his hands, and the knife…then just…

Went on autopilot to make something to eat, because it had been hours, and Terzo needed to eat, and drink and rest.

[alastors-radioshow]

Something was definitely off. It didn't take long before the news reached the Lwa.

But.. Something wasn't right here. If someone under his protection and guidance had passed, he would know.

He would feel it.

But he didn't. He felt nothing of the sort. Which told him that something was definitely amiss.

Naturally, he had to go see for himself. He had to investigate what could have possibly happened here.

One glance was enough.

Bawon dealt with death every day. He knew what it looked like, how it felt.

He was death. And no one died if he refused to dig their grave.

He sure as fuck hadn't dug this one.

"He ain't dead." The statement came, dryly. Matter-of-factly.

"He ain't dead. 'Cause I didn't dig 'is grave."

[bawon-samndi]

Oh, don't mind it too much.

He'll be quietly observing, even if the tension is so thick that one could cut it with a knife.

[alastors-radioshow]

The taller entity grinned at him, nodding at his words. He usually met Alastor in private, but seeing as the veil between realities was thin during this time, he couldn't help himself, having to take a gander at this hotel the stag frequented.

"That'd be correct. I don't mind questions, though. If I ain't up for answerin', I'll let ya know. Ask away." He'd murmur, shrugging a little.

He wasn't really one to be shy about anything. He'd generally answer anything the other might be interested in knowing.

"Mmm, Al's been sharin' a few stories. It's always good ta' have good friends."

"It's good to meet you, Baron Samedi." The hotel guard responded with a bow of respect to the Baron, understanding what he meant about how long he knew Alastor.

"So you're an close ally of his following his past mortal life? You don't have to answer any of my questions if they're too personal, I respect privacy."

He only knew Alastor from the conversations he had with him over the course of being the hotel's security guard, standing at his usual parade rest stance.

"Well... Any ally of Mr Alastor's has my respect... We've been helping each other with the hotel and things outside of it... We've had our fair share of helping each other when wounded due to our respective duties... And Mr Alastor being an overlord, of course."

[paines-heart]

Now, this is, evidently, an older drawing. But little did I know, at the time of drawing this, that it was the beginning of the situation I’m now in. 

You see, I am a vodouisant. Or voodooist, if you prefer. And this right here, is my patron Lwa. Baron Samedi. He’s more than just a patron to me, though. But that’s possibly something I might wanna talk about at a later point, since this is about the drawing. I decided to finally upload this, after having seen many posts about him, so I thought that I’d share this old piece. 

In Voodoo, you don’t pick what Lwa you wish to work with. The Lwa picks you. I didn’t even pick Voodoo. I was kind of just thrown into it. So Voodoo picked me. And in turn, the Lwa I currently work with picked me. And how he picked me? Well, might post about that later. But gods be damned, he scared the shit out of me, and I had no idea what had just happened, haha. 

Anyway. I just wanted to finally post this drawing, because I’m still awfully fond of it, though I’ve made many pieces featuring this guy since then. I’ve, naturally, evolved my drawing techniques since then. 

To think that it took me 4 years to actually kick myself in the butt hard enough to upload it. I need to get better at just uploading my drawings and cosplays when I have them, in stead of procrastinating XD

[disip-baron-la]

Introduction

Let’s start this off with an introduction. 

My name is Elisabeth, I’m a cosplayer, singer and artist, but I’m also a voodooist, or vodouisant, if you prefer to call it that. This blog will be for sharing my experiences, tips and tricks, and generally my passion regarding Voodoo. 

The Lwa I work with is Baron Samedi, Baron Kriminel, and Erzulie Dantor. Mostly Kriminel and Samedi, though. But Dantor stays around sometimes, since she was the first Lwa I came into contact with. I’m not here to brag about my relationships with the Lwa, since I know that everything is very personal, and changes from person to person. I might tell y’all just what kind of relationship I have with the Lwa I’ve mentioned, but my main goal with this blog, is just to have a place where I can share my experiences and stories. And freely be able to talk about Voodoo and magic in general, while keeping my personal blog related to my cosplays and my art.

I hope that people will find something of interest here!

~Elisabeth

[walter-worker-alyssa]

Just a minor PSA for y'all. If y'all have anythin' ta' say, or have an interest in havin' a conversation with yours truly. I can now be found here as well. Just thought y'all might find that interestin'.

You sure ain’t sorry, Voodoo Man. But he’s right, go talk ta’ him over on @bawon-samndi if ya need him. 

[titanium-alloy-automaton]

Happy activation day, The Spine. Thought I'd deliver a greetin' now, since I'm around.

Oh, why, thank you very much! I can’t say that I expected it, but it’s still nice of you.

[annadominionpearl3]

Bawon (Baron) Samndi Haitian Vodou loa 7 day votive candle, black cat hair, horsehair, snakeskin, bones, animal pelts, voodoo roots, herbs and powders @musesofmystery (at Muses Of Mystery)

[docteurcaeli]

Bawon Samndi (Sculpted by Jeff Cullen Artistry)

[alastors-radioshow]

"Mmm. Thought so. He's mentioned ya." He'd speak, his attention still on the stag on the ground.

He did glance up at the other, noting his stance, the way he so nervously wrung his hands.

"Relax, kiddo. That ain't healthy." He'd murmur, nodding his head towards the body in front of him.

"He important to ya?"

"Ombra, yes, and not too long ago, but I don't know how long he's been like this. Could've been an hour, could've been several." The shadow demon was still wringing his hands, as well as grinding his teeth. This wasn't right for Alastor, to be put in this deathlike coma. Alastor should have been defeated in an epic, bloody battle to fall into a state like this, not so easily cursed or whatever could've done this.

"Strange things happen in Hell... I can't even begin to guess how it might've happened. Do you have any ideas?"

[alastors-radioshow]

~GUEST MUSE~

Throughout the month of October you can request to invoke the Baron.

Bawon Samndi, or Baron Samedi. He will respond to both.

Lwa(Vodou spirit) of Justice, Legal, Virility and the Occult.

Master of the Cemetery, Lord of the Dead.

The Baron is non-shippable, as he's happily married to Manman Brigitte. He might be flirtatious at times, but he will not take it further than that.

Furthermore, this muse is closely connected to Alastor, as he was his patron when he was alive. He knows a great deal about him, even things Alastor himself has forgotten.

Whether you desire a friendly conversation, or gain some knowledge, feel free to petition this Lwa of old.

Full character sheet can be found below.

Bawon Samndi

[bawon-samndi]

I come offering sooooooo many boops!

"So I see, cherie~"

[alastors-radioshow]

"Strike three, you're out."

[alastors-radioshow]

Moving him had been awful. The sensation of dead weight in his arms, the coldness of that body against his own. It was enough to make his skin crawl. Odd, considering what kind of creature he was. How many he had killed.

But it was wholly different when it was someone he cared about. When it was someone he held so dear, even if he hadn't been fully aware until he had lost him.

His Papa, who had fallen for him the moment he had laid eyes upon him.

Gratefully, he accepted that offered cloth, very carefully cleaning up the face of the former Papa. He tried his best to avoid smearing his paints further.

Eventually, he just quietly set up the candles around the veve, so that both he and the body would be surrounded by a circle of light. All of the various bottles of liquor set up by the head of the man. An offering for the entity he would be calling upon.

He knew that it would be difficult. It would all be up to him. It would all be up to if he would answer his plea and accept the offering.

Bawon.

With a snap of his fingers, all of the candles hissed awake, popping and crackling, before the flames calmed. The stag took a sharp inhale, closing his eyes for a moment as he focused all of his intent on one thing. On his task.

He HAD to TRY.

"Bawon Samndi! Tande lapriyè mwen! Koute m', vin jwenn mwen.. Mwen sipliye w... Tanpri... Sove l.. Pote l tounen ban mwen..Tanpri.. Tanpri!"

Please, hear me.. Please.

Please.

Please..!

Terzo was cold, but not stiff. There was no rigor to his death, and if one ignored the stitches, he could almost be mistaken as sleeping instead.

Once he was lifted to be moved, congealed blood and embalming fluid oozed from his mouth and nose, indicating he’d died well before his head was removed, drowned in his own blood.

His clothing was actually sticky from blood dried into the fabric from other older injuries, all hidden under his formal robes.

The fingers of one gloved hand bore singe marks, indicating he had fought for all he was worth before he had been taken down, not giving up until the very last.

But his limbs were very, very, unusually slack, and he smelt of incense, blood, roses, and the funerary fluids preserving his head, and far beneath that, the drugs used to incapacitate him, and death.

Aside from the smears of gore on his face, the stitches at his neck, it looked like he could take a breath any moment and simply just…wake up.

But he wouldn’t, and couldn’t.

Cici had returned as Alastor moved Terzo, setting the purple candles he’d found with the others, along with a couple of cigars, and lastly, a bottle of spiced black rum from the kitchen pantry.

Cici said nothing, offering a damp cloth to clean the embalming fluid and blood off Terzo a little, then moved to put himself on guard.

In order to get to Alastor and Terzo, anyone who wanted to interfere would have to go through a centuries old, battle-seasoned, war-magic-trained, former papa who was determined to kill to protect them.

Determination, magic, and four feet of unholy steel would be the barrier.

Nothing and no one was going to enter that room without permission.

[alastors-radioshow]

"....."

Oh, he's just watching. Nothing serious.

Unless-