#for the love of whatever you find holy or sacred

[scrmnviking]

‘The perfect target’: Russia cultivated Trump as asset for 40 years – ex-KGB spy

Vindication doesn't make me happy. It makes me so soul weary. How many people have said this before? How many times? If only enough people had listened, how different would this world be?

I've got a lot of sympathy for Cassandra. What a terrible curse.

[pascaloverx]

DEVIL (+18)

Summary: You are a demonic creature, capable of doing whatever you please, whenever you wish. Your goal on Earth is to terrorize as many souls as possible. Until, in a small community, you find the perfect victim for your mischievous games: Father Charlie Mayhew

Author's Note: Frankly, I just needed to write something about this character portrayed by Nicholas Alexander Chavez. The character and others, apart from Y/N, are not my creation. They belong to the Grotesquerie (2024) universe created by Ryan Murphy. So, dear readers, we’ve reached the end of the fanfiction featuring Father Mayhew. I hope you enjoy this final chapter and share your thoughts on it. Who knows—there might be surprises in the future. Thank you to everyone who took the time to read. I’d also like to let you know that I’m writing another fanfic focused on Dr. Charlie Mayhew. If you enjoy this one, I’d love for you to check out the other as well. Enjoy your reading!

Content Warning: This chapter contains adult language as well as violence content.

FOUR

FINAL

A gentle breeze, like the calm before a storm, sweeps through the familiar church as you step into its sacred walls. Draped in an opulent blood-red dress, its hue rivaling the very essence of life, your loose hair cascades over your shoulders, framing the elegance of your presence. Today marks a day of reckoning—no more games, no more delays. It is time to heed the infernal call and fulfill your purpose. As you enter the church, Father Mayhew commands the altar, delivering his impassioned sermon.

"Sin is the impurity of the soul. As His children, basking in His glory, we must purge this impurity to ascend to the heavens when the time comes," his deep, resonant voice fills the room, arresting the congregation's attention. But as your steps echo against the stone floor, every pair of eyes shifts to you. With deliberate grace, you approach the altar, stopping only when you stand beneath him. His gaze meets yours, darkening with unspoken tension. Slowly, you sink to your knees, a theatrical display of humility before him.

"What brings you here?" he asks in a commanding tone, his eyes never leaving you. Kneeling, you clutch a rosary to your chest, its beads trembling between your fingers. The folds of your dress pool around you like spilled ink, accentuating your penitence.

"Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned," you begin, your voice heavy with feigned remorse. "Weakened by temptation, I succumbed to the sin of carnal passion. I seek purification, your forgiveness, and guidance." Father Mayhew descends from the altar with the deliberate grace of a performer, a chalice glinting in his hand. A discreet wink flashes from his dark eyes, too quick for the murmuring congregation to notice. To them, this is a divine purification, a moment of redemption. But to you, it is a game far more intricate.

The whispers swirl around you—speculations of your vulgar dress, your brazen display, and the state of your condemned soul. He halts before you, towering above, the chalice gleaming like a sacred artifact.

"Drink from the holy chalice," he intones, his voice a blend of sanctity and something far more dangerous. "This blessed wine, bestowed by Christ in His greatness, purifies the unclean and restores the soul's purity." With a firm hand, he tilts your chin upward, his fingers grazing your skin in a deliberate, intimate gesture. Slowly, he presses the rim of the chalice to your lips, guiding the rich liquid into your mouth. The wine, potent and exquisite, cascades down your throat, its refined taste masking the raw burn of alcohol. For a fleeting moment, the thought of biting his hand crosses your mind, but you suppress it, savoring the duality of his ritual—sacred in the eyes of the church, profane in the depths of your shared understanding.

Your gaze locks onto Father Mayhew’s, a devilishly satisfied expression playing across your face, reveling in the performance unfolding before the congregation. "Behold," he declares, his voice resounding with fervor, "the soul of this woman, once perhaps condemned, now finds hope for salvation. Take from the chalice—a single sip is enough to sanctify your soul."

With a flourish, Father Mayhew rises and moves among the congregation, offering the chalice to each member. They drink, unaware of the storm brewing in the shadow of their devout ritual. Meanwhile, you remain kneeling on the cold stone floor, the epitome of pious submission, awaiting the perfect moment for the spectacle to begin.

The coughing starts as faint murmurs—a few restrained, awkward splutters. But soon, the sound swells into a symphony of chaos as one by one, the faithful are overcome by uncontrollable fits of hacking. You know then that the moment has arrived.

Father Mayhew pauses mid-stride, his eyes darting to yours. He turns back, extending his hand toward you, palm open, commanding yet inviting. "Rise," his voice low but unyielding. You place your hand in his, feeling the warmth of his touch even as the air grows heavy with panic. His grip tightens as he pulls you to your feet, his eyes scanning yours for confirmation, for assurance, as the cries of the afflicted fill the hallowed space. The show has begun.

"Dear sinners," you announce, your voice cutting through the chaos like a blade, dripping with mockery. "I must commend your dazzling efforts to reach your savior. Surely, He, who sees all, has observed just how miserably you have failed. Using your so-called 'faith' to justify the most diabolical of deeds—homophobia, murder, adultery, fraud—the list grows endlessly." You move fluidly among the writhing, coughing masses, their confusion and desperation palpable. Their wails fill the church as they fail to comprehend the calamity that has befallen them. Father Mayhew follows close behind you, his presence looming like a vigilant hound, his dark gaze fixed on your every move.

"Allow me to enlighten you," you continue, a wicked grin curling your lips. "Rest assured, there is no need for worry. A mighty being, nearly as divine as God Himself, awaits you. Embrace yourselves, for the journey will be warm." You laugh, a sound sharp and cutting, as the crowd erupts into a panicked frenzy, some scrambling for the doors in vain.

Suddenly, a man charges toward you, his face contorted with rage, a knife glinting in his hand. "You vile bitch!" he screams, plunging the blade deep into your stomach. You look down at the knife and then at him, your expression alight with amusement. A dark chuckle escapes your lips as you pull the blade from your body, the wound knitting itself closed almost instantly. Father Mayhew steps forward, seizing the knife from your hand with a deadly calm. Without hesitation, he drives it into the man’s chest, piercing his heart. The assailant crumples lifelessly to the ground at your feet.

The church grows quieter for a moment, save for the rasping breaths of the afflicted and the heavy silence of the dead. You turn to Father Mayhew, his stoic form now stained with blood, and a smirk dances on your lips. "Well, that was dramatic," you muse, as the chaos around you continues to unfold.

"I believe I deserve a reward," Father Mayhew murmurs, resting his head against your shoulder. There’s a new edge to him, a boldness that had lain dormant until his contact with demonic blood awakened something delightfully wicked within him.

You turn to face him, your eyes gleaming with sly amusement. Slowly, you close the distance between you, claiming his lips in a fervent kiss. His response is immediate, his arms wrapping around you with an almost feral intensity. Amid the carnage of the dying and the dead, surrounded by the desecrated sanctity of the church, the two of you merge in an act both simple and profound. The holy walls bear witness as sacred ground becomes the stage for a kiss that binds you and Father Mayhew, a moment as forbidden as it is intoxicating. The kiss continues, escalating to inhuman heights. Father Mayhew bites down on your lower lip with unrestrained hunger, his insatiable thirst ignited ever since he tasted your blood. You indulge him, using your sharpened nail to cut a shallow line across your wrist, offering the crimson essence to him.

With a sensuous pause, he breaks the kiss, his lips descending to your wrist as he drinks deeply. The fervor in his eyes is almost feral, but when he finally pulls back, he presses a reverent kiss to the wound. In moments, your skin knits itself back together, leaving no trace of the offering. He straightens before you, his hands cradling your face with a touch that feels both tender and possessive. You lose yourself momentarily in the intensity of his gaze, in the intoxicating dichotomy of the man who stands against both heaven and hell at your side.

"We must leave, my angelic Father Mayhew," you murmur, leaning into his touch. By renouncing God to follow you, Father Mayhew has cast aside his blind faith, surrendering his body and soul to you. In turn, by killing a demon and perhaps transforming your beloved priest into something half-demonic without Satan's permission, you have rebelled against the infernal order itself. But as the saying goes: "If you're in hell, embrace the devil."

"It is all ready, my beloved demonic creature," he replies, kissing your hand with an air of dark devotion. Together, you set the church ablaze, the inferno consuming its walls and its congregation. The flames roar as if fueled by divine and infernal fury alike, the collected souls strengthening you while denying both heaven and hell their claim.

Standing by the stolen car, you both watch the flames dance in the night, their light reflecting in your eyes as the once-holy structure collapses. This is but the beginning. With Mayhew by your side, you set your sights on spreading chaos and destruction across the world, a defiant force of forbidden union.

THE END OR...NO?

[smokeys-house]

Normally I wouldn't address something this trivial but it's a take I keep seeing pop up in the moomin fandom by non moomin fans and it's annoying me. I don't even ship snufmin but periodic reminder that

1. Snufkin and moomin are around the same age. This confusion pops up a lot since the English VA for the 90s series is John Chancer and moomintroll's VA sounds like a child, but no explicit ages are ever given to any of the characters for the intention of whimsy and easy of story telling. This is intentional. The gap between their ages has always been that the children are younger than the "adult" characters, and old enough for whatever adventure is planned for them, and that Moomintroll and snufkin are close enough in age to share a room. Any idea that one is older than the other at all would be speculative at best and fanon at worst.

2. Snufkin is not a human, and a relationship between two fantasy species does not at all mirror the very real crime of animal abuse (I can't believe I have to say that, did you people have a problem with beauty and the beast, too? Lmao)

3. Snufkin was made to resemble or mirror Tove's at the time partner Atos Wirtanen, and Moomintroll represented herself at the time as well. She's said as much in interviews. While this doesn't mean "O: snufmin canon!" It also means you cannot discredit the fact that their dynamic was predicated on an existing romantic relationship.

4. Whether you ship it or not or even find the ship annoying, you can't discredit facts. You're allowed to just not like something. But I'd also remind you that nobody wants to hear about how much you hate what they like. Live and let live, there is 0 harm occurring in either circumstance regarding this situation. It is simply not that serious

5. This is specifically addressed to the person who annoyed me who I blocked but the English translations really do not lose or gain much compared to the original versions. The stories don't change just because it's in another language. I'm sorry you hate that a beloved series of stories was adapted to animation and translated so that the world could love these stories, too, but part of cherishing something is not squeezing it so tight that you crush it. You simply must face that people are going to enjoy things differently to you. It is not blasphemy. The moomins are not some sacred holy text, you can literally buy chewing gum with moomins face on it lmao

Like I said I don't really ship it. I don't see it. But it's not something I'm going to bother others about and dwell on. It's not out of character. There's no real reason for you to bash so hard on it outside of just generally disliking it. There's not a moral high ground to take with it, unless you just hate gay people I guess lol I get that the infatuation with snufmin and the way some folks strip them down to barebones just to have an mlm ship can suck, but that's literally all fan content. Any fandom has this. Relaaaaxxxxx

[totem-but-shark]

After Phil found it, Foolish didn’t put the sunbird down— he kept it in the box. It was safer there. He loves to throw caution to the wind for the sake of aesthetics (Like his armor, or Leo’s bunker, or finding blocks he likes in dangerous dungeons)— he and Leo were very similar that way, though they learned to compromise for Leo’s safety— he always put the bird out, knowing it could disappear, because it was worth it. But then Leo went missing… and she didn’t come back.. so when the Sunbird came back, he wouldn’t risk it. He was willing to compromise for the sake of practicality. It wasn’t worth losing to bird, too. He got defensive and guarded, even before purgatory. Remember how he killed Bad for building in “Leo’s Room”?

at that point in time he really was at what was perhaps his lowest point, he'd lost so much it was so fascinating watching his persona crack and reveal how much losing leo truly effected him. I imagine his anger towards bad wasn't just wanting leo's stuff untouched for when she returned or an overflowing of his bottled up emotions (though these were most definitely part of it) but maybe it could've also been wanting to protect her in any way he could when he was so helpless to reach her in every other sense. Perhaps it could've been the same with the sunbird, they found it together, Leo loved it. He really was just grasping for anything he could to keep himself afloat and stable. Leo's always been one of his only lines that cannot be crossed, all he wanted was his little family and if all that remains is a sunbird and the messy bedroom of a missing daughter then he'd do whatever necessary to defend it whilst he waits.

qfoolish isn't ever really attached to places and items but leo's room became like a shrine in her absence, sacred and holy, never to be desecrated or disturbed by anyone other than his niña perfecta. Himself unworthy of gazing upon it as the father that failed, unable to face her empty bed and unable to face himself.

I feel this also demonstrates qfoolishs capacity to be calculated, "stupid but not an idiot". He understands the limits of things, he's always pushing and pushing, playing with the rules and morals others take as law. And equally so he knows when to stop, retreat and rest. He loves risk, seeing how far things can go and spiral out of control. He's literally devoted to the chaos entity but again leo is one of his only limits, over chaos even.

also i'm just obsessed with how you worded carelessness for aesthetics anon, it's like a double entendre. Careless behaviour in the sake of physical looks, things being pretty but also the aesthetic of carelessness. The want to appear unconcerned and indifferent. It so perfectly describes qfoolish doesn't it?

[skrimbleeowo]

every inside joke ive ever had.

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[pianocat939]

Hi cat would it be ok to request a headcanon for yandere leo and mikey (separate please )x therapist reader? just like how you did with raph's and Donnie’s version? also love your writings! <3 (the cycle is now complete ~)

I don't have a banner for any duos obv so have photo

I kept this as platonic/romantic as much as possible, but a few points it's solely romantic.

Tw: mention of violence/manipulation, Mikey is starting a religion of MC, religious themes- quite a bit

Yan Leo + Yan Mikey with Therapist MC

(I'm gonna try out white stars this time-)

✦Lactose Broccoli✦

HOHOHOHO- He is getting his face smacked with the "please tell me your true feelings and not laugh it off for once". Now, at first, it's going to be difficult for him since he's always just used humour to push away his problems and mental instability. He's gonna be vague at first, only saying the simplest of things. But later on, will he admit all his feelings and thoughts affecting him.

Once he breaks through, he'll be the clingiest and most vulnerable mf known to mankind with his feelings. For example, let's say he comes back from a mission. The first thing he will do is talk about what he hated or what he had problems with to get it out of his head. Right after, he might ask for some cuddles or hugs.

But after you've helped him for a while, he's filled with the overwhelming need to pay you back. So what better way to show gratitude than to protect someone? He'll then be all about protecting you and being your prince charming who saves you from the witch's wrath.

Oh and- he'll get jealous quickly if you be someone else's therapist. If it's his family, he'll be more tolerant of anyone else? Dead. If you ever confront him about doing anything violent/manipulative with whoever you were helping, he'll just say he does it to keep you safe and not so stressed. When in reality, he wants to be the sole one of your attention.

"Darlinggg~ Can I have some snuggles~? I was so stressed from my battle." *insert whiny 1000*

✦Macaron Burner✦

Mikey is the one who's supposed to be the therapist. But he now gets the reverse card on him. I think he'll be both the easiest and hardest to expose all his feelings. From what I interpret, he'll say the surface and a few details of his personal problems and feelings. More than Leo, but still not absolute. But unlike Leo, who breaks all of his problems at once, Mikey is gradual. With every session, he tells more and more of his issues.

I think getting therapy opens a new perspective on him since he's always the therapist instead. So from then on, he'll be more reliant on others' help when it comes to repairing or assisting with the social or mental problems of others. He appreciates sharing the "workload" with you on any of his brothers.

After a few sessions, his delusions of you being his divinity get so much worse holy fuck. He'll fully believe that you are a higher being who had come down from whatever sacred realm to help him. He thinks you're so sacred that any advice or suggestions you give him he will follow no matter what.

He values your help so much that he will write "holy" texts based on your suggestions and advice to him. Once they're done, he will use those texts like some fucking prayer or worshipping book omg- he will make you into a religion. If you ever stumble upon them and find him suspicious, he'll just say it's "notes" of what you told him.

*Mikey is currently staring at a drawing he did of you in a religious outfit* "Oh my divinity~ I will never forget your guidance towards my self-worth."

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I'm cranking through my inbox like crazy- they've been sitting there since the end of January omg-

Anyway- eat your goddamn food.

- Celina

[rucbarthatbowtiesarecooldw]

Saturday Afternoon Session

O Thou Rock of Our Salvation

Conducting Dallin H. Oaks

Henry B Eyring

Sustaining votes

Jesus Once of Humble Birth

Niel L. Andersen

Venezuela story about a bakery being saved in natural disasters

Tithing can sometimes bring miracles.

Put others first and

trust in the Lord – the blessings of Heaven will follow

My time is not mine – it is the Lord’s to whom I have consecrated it

Tithing is not measured by the amount you contribute – the power comes from placing trust in the Lord

Jan E. Newman 2nd counselor Sunday school

Jesus commanding the little children to come up to Him one by one

Help children find the Savior in the scriptures and build their foundation on Him

When we dig we have to dig deep – remember to dig as if for placing cement in the ground, because if you just dig normally and the ground is smooth at the bottom the cement will not adhere properly and the foundation will become unstable. You have to hit the jagged bedrock to have a fully set foundation

Folow the example of Nephi

Talk of Christ, Rejoice in Christ etc

What does this look like? Whatever looks best for you

You may feel inaudequate, but you should never feel alone

Joaquin E. Costa 70

The source of that strength is Jesus Christ

How do you show and exercise faith every day?

Keeping covenants and following commandments are not transactional, they are transformational

Come to Jesus to fix your life, don’t wait until your life is fixed to seek Him

We don’t come to Jesus because we are perfect, we come to Him because we are flawed

There is Sunshine in My Soul today

Gary E Stevenson

God given gifts – spiritual and otherwise

Holy ghost, heal and be healed, miracles, wisdom, knowledge

Sports/athleticism, art, photography, music etc

Seek spiritual gifts to share with others

There is a learning curve to spiritual gifts; keeping commandments, taking the sacrament, scripture study, prayer

Stand in Holy Places

Stand with holy people

Testify of Holy Truths

Listen to the Holy Spirit

If you hope to feel the spirit, be with people whom the spirit may freely dwell

Spiritual matters cannot be forced and you cannot dictate that for other people or yourself – they are not given for you to counsel others (unless you are a patriarch set apart by proper authority).

Reminder that once you move out of your parents house they no longer have full impressions for you. They can still feel some for you as your parents, however after you move out YOU are the head of your household so they

Yoon Hwan Choi 70

1 Do you want to be happy?

Sacred covenants that connect us fully to Heavenly Father help us be happy

2 are you on the covenant path?

3 how can keeping covenants with God keep you happy?

Alan T. Phillips 70

Don’t leave your kids at service stations

Lost sheep, lost coin, lost son

Do not misunderstand or devalue how much meaning your life has to your Father in Heaven.

True religion is the tie that binds us to God and to each other

Our journey to God is often found together

1 (no idea, had a hard time focusing this afternoon!)

2 the redemptive power of Jesus Christ

Make no mistake Christ is our rescuer and the healer of our souls

The Savior is beckoning us to rely upon and call upon Him

Heavenly Father’s love - perfect, glorified love for each one of us

You do not have to do this alone. He can provide the strength and healing needed to face the road ahead. He will provide the shelter from the storm

God’s plan of happiness is all about you, you are His child of great worth and He loves you

Ronald A. Rasband

Nothing else compares in majesty or magnitude – the gathering of israel

Always ask the Lord if the time is right to serve a mission – going on a mission, weather single or as a couple, if you are being forced into the decision, is never a good idea.

The field is the world

Senior missionaries change the very landscape with their testimonies of the Savior

Take your knowhow plus your time honored testimonies

Praise to the Lord, the Almighty

[thebowynntradition]

Aelles Tsa'Myliea

Blessings and good fortune come to you this Tsa'Myliea.

Indeed today is the first day of the Bowynn holiday of Tsa'Myliea, the celebration of the Winter Solstice. It is the epiphany of the goddess Myliea, the goddess of Winter and her consort Arn, the god of the north and north wind. The first day, like with all holidays is the cleaning and cleansing of homes and temples. It is a day of fasting and purging of all ills and artifacts left over from Autumn. In place of rich and sweet foods, rice bowls and soups are traditionally served. At night a candlelight procession is held with icons of the two deities carried to the temple, symbolizing their rise.

On the second day, The Calling Horn is blown at the crack of dawn, indicating that Myliea and Arn have emerged from they northern relm and come to bless the land, allowing Winter to begin. Bringing with them cold winds, snow, frost, joy, harmony and all the fun and frolic of the winter season. While some will start late night feasting this day, its more common to wait till the 3rd day of the holiday. The day is however filling with glorious ceremonies and small feasting. A time to take account of the strength of the home to stand up to winter winds, the abundance of foods stocked away and the amount of wood gathered year long, to last till the warm days of spring. During the evening, tradition has that the officiating priest/priestess will come to the homes and bless it with song and a sacred incense blend. Some would rather spend the evening in quiet vigil at home or temple. A time to be deep in prayer, thanks and gratitude. Sacred storied hold that Arn and Myliea come at night and go door by door, to inspect one's home is well. They will knock on the door with their staves if it will well stocked and safe. In turn a basic of goods will be left at the door. The basket is said to be filled with fruits, 7 candles, a cut of wood, books, tools, recipes and warm cloths. Sometimes sweets, cakes and wine as well. Though these last three are normally reserved to be given from friends and loves ones.

Day three of Tsa'Myliea starts with an early morning ceremony. After which colorful parades are held, foods galore, contests and games and fun all around. The cord of wood and candle are lit just before dusk with a Bowynn hymn to Arn and Myliea. While it is often hard to find the sacredness and divine reason for the holiday on the 3rd day, it is still a holy day and there are ceremonies held in temple and in the home, giving thanks. One should remember it is still a time of sacredness. A time that allows snows and rain to decompose autumn leaves and all left to wither in gardens, turning them into composite, to feed the ground. A time to remind us all to take stock in whatever bounty and abundance we have in the home, cleaning the home and making it strong, safe and warm. People often will take walks on this day to explore and remind themselves of the beauty, holiness and necessity of the holiday

[halfbakedspuds]

OC in fifteen

Thanks for the tag @illarian-rambling! This'll be fun to do.

Rules: pick fifteen or less quotes that ideally capture the essence of a character. Add a little beat of action or context if required

For this, I'm going to use Maire Aitkin from Echoes of Shadows because that WIP needs more love, and she's my favourite character to write.

If A' couldnae see shite, 'twould still be brigh'er than this fecking tunnel.

Johan. A' thought ye knew tha' blood belongs inside of th'body?

Holy Bozhe, lord o' heav'n and ward'n o' the nine hells, what th'fuck is tha'!? (First time seeing a demon)

With ye lot 'tis always, "Oh Maire, A' done screwed it, aye? Be a dearie an' heal me up, would'ya?" Well what if A' need healin' an' A'm tae burnt out tae patch m'self up? Already lost an eye an' a leg tae tha', thankya kindly. If ye ain't already dyin' or a hinderance in your current state, wrap it up an' walk it off.

Well A'm so bloody sorry tha' ye blitherin' fecks bleed out faster than A' can plug th'holes.

Oh, so terrifyin', A'm a-quakin' in my wee boots! Oh wha'ever shall A' - have fun breathin', jackass (Said while collapsing a cultists lungs with magic)

People forget tha' us bioworkers are incredibly aware o' ev'ry wee movement people 'round us make. Ev'ry time Johan sees ye, his muscles relax, an' he feels more comfortable - in all fairness, he feels more comfortable 'round all o' us - but A' find it curious that his heartrate also picks up a wee bit only when it's you he sees. And e'en more curious that yours does th'exact same thing when ye see him.

Wow, right fascinatin' story, mate. Hey, A've heard tha' th'Green Rooves are wonderful this time o' year. (Said the first time she hears Johan and Anastasia discussing demons. 'Green Rooves' is Ost-Rietland slang for a mental institution)

Ha! Ye think this is cold? Go spend a month in Northern Rostov. Nae, e'en better, go spend a month in th'Angeheim wilderness. Then ye can talk 'bout the cold.

Always wanted tae go sightseein' in Genesh. A' probly wouldnae survive a day in th'desert but A' always wanted tae go. Maybe Neureich would be a good place tae visit, too, but wha's really over there anyways? Thirteen bombed out cities 'long th'coastal forest followed by Bozhe knows how many miles o' e'en more desert? Nae, thanks, A'll stick tae ma books.

Righ' then, hands up an' arses on the ground, this is a robbery! We're nae here tae rob any o' you's tho', so dinnae try bein' no hero 'till we have wha' we came for.

A' sometimes hate that A' can feel everything yer body does. A' can feel yer desire tae throttle me an' now A' have tae ask m'self wha' A' said that could've warranted it. Why d'ya force me tae introspect an' grow as a person? How dare ye? (Said with the express purpose of annoying the hell out of an already livid Hans)

Pffff-fucken, sacred hells, when last did anyone clean this place up a bit, 'tis rank! Hey ghosts! Open a window from time tae time, a wee breeze is good for th'soul. Or... souls, in this case.

Rostovan is such an easy language, though. Just get drunk, shove half a potato down yer throat an' make whatever noises come tae mind. Bob's yer uncle!

Shut it, or next time A' put ye back tae-gether, A'll leave an earing in yer colon.

Open tag for whomever wants it

[vickyvicarious]

3 October, part 2

I am already so worn out

oh I love the several individual flicks of paper. The frustration and rage and deliberateness of him moving one page at a time to get to the right spot

"As I must do something or go mad," I. I........

"The teaching, big or little, could not have landed Mina or me anywhere worse than we are to-day." I AM SO SAD

their voices together...

THE WAY HE ASKS WHAT END

oh my god his little sniffle before "to work!"

NO I FORGOT ABOUT THIS we get to hear Renfield yelling agggggh I was not prepared at all and now I'm crying again

"the very first thing we decided was that Mina should be in full confidence; that nothing of any sort—no matter how painful—should be kept from her." I love how you can hear the rage at himself and determination to never ever ever fail her this way again

the fear, the trembled edge as he says "her eyes shone with the devotion of a martyr"

I love the way she says "I shall die." perfect delivery, gets across the 'like a fact' so simply and so well

"I would; if there were no friend who loved me, who would save me such a pain, and so desperate an effort!" She looked at him meaningly as she spoke." she is so good at manipulation. Something about the way she says this is perfectly pointed, so deliberately calm and not requesting but absolutely requesting and framing it as love and friendship and what is deserved

I really love the way he says "you must not die!" each and every time

"you must struggle and strive to live!" this sentence has such a good sound

"She was pleased with the prospect of anything to do" oh Mina

"Until it sets to-night, that monster must retain whatever form he now has. He is confined within the limitations of his earthly envelope. He cannot melt into thin air nor disappear through cracks or chinks or crannies. If he go through a doorway, he must open the door like a mortal." I think this is new vampire lore, that he cannot change shapes or anything during the day. It makes sense but hasn't come up I don't think

"the minutes and seconds so preciously laden with Mina's life and happiness were flying from us" I just love this phrasing

the house in Piccadilly that Jonathan hunted down. so, so, so glad he did

the way Jonathan says "the precious, precious time!"

"Don't - wait - more than need be..." he is trying so hard

van Helsing is so good at knowing how to get away with breaking the law <3

I wonder if this story about the guy who sold the stolen house is based on true events

van Helsing's laugh at the story is so nice

the way Art says "I can be of some use here" he is trying so hard to help. this is the only time he's wrong because his carriages are too fancy richboy for the situation

Jonathan not mentioning Mina's pointy teeth...

van Helsing's "do you forget" is SO king laugh. oh my god

the way Jonathan says "did I forget" lkadjsflkdjsf;kds

"I shall not forget, for it is well that I remember" Mina's hoarse voice...

the way Jonathan sighs when saying Mina was the most cheerful

MINA'S SCREAM AND THE MUSIC HOLY SHIT

"my poor darling" the way he says this

fuck, the way she sobs "Unclean" and "polluted flesh", how her voice cracks on "before the Judgement day"

JONATHAN CUDDLING HER INSTANTLY

"For a few minutes our sorrowful hearts beat together," this line

the way Jonathan says this line so softly: "There was hope in his words, and comfort; and they made for resignation."

~holding hands while pledging to save Mina~

HERE IT IS

"To one thing I have made up my mind: if we find out that Mina must be a vampire in the end, then she shall not go into that unknown and terrible land alone. I suppose it is thus that in old times one vampire meant many; just as their hideous bodies could only rest in sacred earth, so the holiest love was the recruiting sergeant for their ghastly ranks." this line. and the delivery. almost soft at the end, but completely resolute.

van Helsing has at minimum 56 holy wafers left. and that is after his antics at Lucy's tomb. he really just took a giant sack I guess

Jonathan waving to Mina in the window <3 and her waving back <3

Art looking out for Jonathan's future <3 and utilizing his privilege and title

oh I love the frustration as Jonathan snaps "Eight boxes only out of the nine, which we sought!"

god, the description of Jonathan. love the music on "he is like a living flame"

oh I have always been pronouncing it "skolomance" in my head

"He is experimenting, and doing it well;" I love the delivery of this line

"Do we not see how at the first all these so great boxes were moved by others. He knew not then but that must be so. But all the time that so great child-brain of his was growing, and he began to consider whether he might not himself move the box. So he began to help; and then, when he found that this be all-right, he try to move them all alone." I really don't think this is the case. I think he didn't feel the need to move them all by himself at first, not that he didn't think he could

"He has just now, 12:45, come from Carfax hurriedly and hastened towards the South." the USEFULNESS. the PRECISION ABOUT TIMJE

"Now, God be thanked, we shall soon meet!" and "I would sell my soul to do it!" Jonathan is AFLAME

the delivery of the "w- for him" when van Helsing is scared they literally destroyed the boxes is so funny

oh I love the way van Helsing figures out his movements and the music as he does so

THE MUSIC AS DRACULA ARRIVES AND THEY FIGHT

so exciting kill him kill him

the slice!!!

the loot drop!!!!

again the disgust as JAck describes Dracula

I love the window breaking noise so much, not only just for itself but for what it means. Dracula is reduced to ungainly flight. he's snatching money off the floor and jumping out a window, tumbling to the ground. He's still losing money when he gets there!!!! (the ting is so good). Meanwhile Jonathan will skitter after him no problem at all

the way he says "You!" all scoffing but with a little edge to it. This whole speech. He is trying so hard to sound in charge and unbothered and terrifying and he is failing

Jonathan had no problem with the window but sadly a locked door yet again defeats him :(

Mina still finding time (and blood) to blush at descriptions of Jonathan's love for her <3

THE WAY SHE SAYS "Jonathan." so much love I cannot handle it at all

Mina speaking of pity for Dracula now... it's about herself as well of course. She is trying to sound so calm and compassionate but she is also so so so afraid here.

Jonathan's hatred for Dracula <3

"I, too, may need such pity; and that some other like you—and with equal cause for anger—may deny it to me!" Jonathan thinking well that will never happen because I will never let it.

The way she repeats "my husband". The way her voice shakes. I imagine her touching his hair as she talks about it...

The way he says "This, I know." The way he cries as he talks about how much more he loves her. I can't....

"I am not sleepy myself, though I am weary—weary to death." God, the way he says this line is agonizing. And how he gasps into his next breath... gahhhhh the way he starts to fall asleep as he writes

Mina's fear at someone in the hall is SO GOOD. And Quincey's so so so gentle "go back to bed. It's all right..." I love them so much I am crying about it, literally

oh SHIT there's music

OH YOU FUCKER YOU ABSOLUTE JACKASS

I literally tensed every single muscle in my body as I hear Dracula start to sing. Oh my GODDDDDD every line is so good and so inFURIATING holy shit the smug bastardddddd

the music is. so CHEERY. fa;lkdfjas;kdjlas god he is so delighted with himself this is. I cannot. ASJKDFLKDDJ DRACULAAAAAAAA

this song is amazing. with every single new line I. I- incredible.

[your-modern-sappho]

Me? Writing poetry? Yes!

My latest work (untitled):

Oh my love

It is is your soul that I find my religion

Stardust lies in the crooks of your skin

And the sun itself shines within your eyes

Were you a goddess,

I would lay upon your altar

Clothed in soft silk and fine jewels

Smooth stone warm on my back

Lilacs and ferns ‘round my neck

An offering fit for your divinity

Golden sunlight floods your temple as the sun rises above

You descend

And though my eyes burn, I could not look away

Were you a goddess,

I would be your priestess

Humble and holy, clean my hands of the blood before I touch your skin

Fill your temple with all things soft and sacred

A mere distraction from what lies within me

Had I the power, I’d grant you your every desire

Turn glorious empires and vast mountains to mere dust

Bring the whole world to its knees

Bloody and bruised before you

So they may revel in your glory as I do

Forgive me, darling

For whatever I touch rots beneath my palm

Everything I love, I destroy

Devotion and obsession

Are they so different after all?

[atrayo]

Channeled Angelic Wisdom of the Jewels of Truth Series on Tribute, Kindness, and Gratitude

Hello All,

I hope those of you here in the States have enjoyed a delicious and hearty Thanksgiving holiday celebration with family, friends, and strangers alike. Today is a bonus entry for this blog site of Atrayo's Oracle which is a namesake I've used online as my online nickname since 1999 in regards to Atrayo. 

The Jewels of Truth series is the ongoing discourse of roughly over 4,000 topic statements (3300+ full length and 800+ in the short series.) with the angelic lesser deities of the heavenly host. As a clairaudient psychic of Inspirational automatic writing with never having writer's block in these 29 years plus. Again the content is channeled as a devotional spiritual practice akin to an old-fashioned scribe taking dictation by psychic means. 

I have suffered from mental health clinical depression and generalized anxiety since being a teenager for decades now and have learned in my own way to cope with this mental disability. I am not bi-polar nor schizophrenic for that matter although I do have clairvoyant abilities. Quite the paradox although I do struggle with motivation as zeal in living day to day but that is the cross I bear. These spiritual intuitive writings have transformed me therapeutically into a young sage and a mystic accordingly. 

As I have mentioned in the Introduction to my 3rd published volume of The Jewels of Truth: The Journey of the Soul Continues, Volume 3. My emotional mental anguish becomes recycled into a living grace as a means of my own redemption in life with God(dess) and the Heavenly Angels. 

Today's bonus blog entry of Atrayo's Oracle of the Jewels of Truth series as an ongoing dialogue with the angels on the topic of Tribute. By Tribute I mean whatever one gives selflessly as a donation of your time, treasures, and talents back to the divine unconditionally. This is versus taking conditional monetary payments for your daily bread in the world. 

The other two topics of Kindness and Gratitude are self-explanatory. May you each the spiritual seeker within by faith find an outlet of your divinity upon the world spiritually. Amen. 

Tribute:

3360) All whom yearn to give of the sacred heart and soul as a gift back to God may do so with earnest magnanimity. Whenever and whatever may be done to give as a living testimony of the grace of the Most High upon you within the world. Soon it is received in Heaven nearly instantly by your pure love indeed. 

Those whom devote their beautiful time, treasures, and talents to the material world are most esteemed when accomplished with humility and adorations for the receiver(s). We fault no one who must accept financial incentives as payment upon your society for their excellent services and merchandise from the storehouses of the world. 

However, those who devote such gestures of selflessness leave the heavenly gates open to receive greater blessings yet still. In other words, offer unconditional devotion as a means of worshiping God in spite of what the capitalistic world decries as blasphemy by naive tendencies. All donations freely given without regret or coercion by beautiful intentions are deemed holy by the angelic heavens indeed. It is verily a tribute directly to God(dess) in Heaven��for all those in great needs upon the world from the least unto the greatest amongst yourselves. 

Do not fret when a conditional payment is necessary due to your daily household needs. Although when giving back to God be loving on an unconditional basis with moderation in your actions. To grant your Inner soul the quality and breadth of the convictions you are due by the Intergrity of the Heavens already within you forever. 

Selfless gestures notwithstanding are precious in the Eyes of God and the Heavenly Angelic Host. To besmirch the charity given by another because they are deemed foolish in a capitalistic society. Directs the disdain not to the alleged naive one but to the one casting falsehoods in their place as so-called worldly wisdom. 

All gestures that are conditional in human nature are flawed if not vain and empty on a spiritual basis. When you give whether altruistically or conditionally by seeking remittances do so with warmth in your hearts and minds completely. In that way, you contribute to the better angelic natures of what is holiest in the world. 

Do not give when it hurts when you have no surplus and/or when your heart and mind are broken from the stresses of the world. Such giving from a miserable state of mind becomes warped by any other name that speaks towards resentments and other maladies of discordant dispositions. Do not give when you feel you must because of peer pressure of social acceptance and due to political maneuvering on your part. Such so-called gifts are vain and truly empty on a human and spiritual basis by lacking enthusiasm for what is otherwise a form of respected compassion. 

All giving when it is spiritual in holy humane nature becomes a living consecration unto God Alone. Let no naysayer disrupt such thoughtful and caring charity lest they be judged harshly by the angelic witnesses of karma. Giving is a sacred act of the divine when it is lovingly acknowledging the limitations of the world regardless if the need is great or not. Amen. ---Ivan Pozo-Illas / Atrayo.

Kindness:

3359) Kindness for its own sake by means of political correctness soon becomes empty without lasting fulfillment. When it is coupled with a genuine warmth of personal character. It soon becomes a living grace of the divine reborn upon the world. Amen. ---Ivan Pozo-Illas / Atrayo.

Gratitude:

3310) There are many wonders that co-exist with humanity spiritually that are deemed as ordinary occurrences. Those who lack the wherewithal to fully recognize such expressions are the poorer upon the world. For example, the grace of Gratitude is mostly presumed to be a human trait of the societal norm by means of politeness and perhaps an extension of generosity itself. 

However, its roots go much much further back metaphysically as a type of Graceful Power of God. A Divine Blessing is a means of recollection and cherishing what is, what was, and what will be again collectively forever. What this infers is a means of totality in cosmic expression with heavenly origins by giving sincere thanks one shares the Inner beauty of the angelic in each of you. 

No fragmentation exists whatsoever that such a speck of gratitude once observed with divine origins. Soon relegates itself back to the original heavenly essence of God itself as cherished. A loving gesture cherished and shared with thanksgiving is and truly becomes a bridge to engulf the holy with the holy as a united embrace. 

The human confines of so-called politeness are short-sighted as a means to tolerate the other as a form of temperance. It lacks the complete subconscious illumination of a greater act of unconditional sincerity. In other words, political correctness as politeness is displaying kindness but not meaning it as a coy distraction. Hypocrisy by any other name is so bittersweet to the senses of the animalistic carnivore. 

The Brave of Heart bucks all that nonsense and lovingly cherishes with gratitude in order to overcome the petty world with the civility of bonafide good conduct of compassion within. The circle of life soon becomes complete and the divine links the efforts returning it back to God metaphysically. All forms of spiritual worship with gratitude as a discipline of holiness soon foster a stronger experience of your prayers, affirmations, meditations, and contemplations altogether. 

Such a strengthened form of holy gratitude returns to the origins of a Power or Grace of God(dess) itself. This exalts all within the circle of what is cherished in the enchanted pool of living spiritual waters that it quenches to the soulful touch. Eternity of the past, present, and future soon becomes suspended and the essence of God permeates the totality of the gratitude. 

The world easily pounces with shallow animalistic fervor all such political correctness where gratitude is utilized as a manipulative trick of the ego-centric person. A subterfuge to seize what is desired by nearly any means possible. A form of guile in other words to deceive the naive and the corrupted alike filled with ego pride to butter them up metaphorically speaking. 

Such pretenses are often futile and short-lived the investment of actions must be repeated adnausem in order to bend the will of others to your shallow own. To project righteousness in order to fool the other person, group, organization, and even institution into thinking you are in cahoots with their simpatico mentality spells a travesty best served emotionally cold. 

It is a predator mentality that offers little and takes more than it deserves in order to fill its gullet completely. Insincerity and shallow gratitude led by the ego aren't of this world but of the damned hells indeed. Please understand the difference between some of these examples is extreme but not unheard of in the world of political and logistical power struggles. 

To welcome genuine loving gratitude opens the way for greater glories of God to fill your heart fully. When it is coupled with Forgiveness as a means of reconciling compassion with a prior error or offense. Soon reveals a spiritual opening to reveal what is redemptive in divine value to heal what is otherwise not worth holding onto any longer but to release it completely. To have a cathartic surrender psychologically in order to perform acceptance and experience goodwill versus struggling with misery instead. 

The Merit of Gratitude is a worthy enterprise of the holy upon the world when it is truly shared with conviction. Yours is the choice to choose again and enrich your intentions with positivity in order to experience more than just a generous magnanimous nature. But, to be Divine again as Holy Ghosts that a barbarous world is so desperate to experience mercy and charity all the same. Amen. ---Ivan Pozo-Illas / Atrayo.

Ivan "Atrayo" Pozo-Illas, has devoted 29 plus years of his life to the pursuit of clairaudient-inspired automatic writing channeling the Angelic Heavenly host. Ivan is the author of the spiritual wisdom series "Jewels of Truth" consisting of 3 volumes published to date. He also utilizes a unique channeled angelic divination method called the Multi-Deck Divination System. Numerous examples of his work are available at "Atrayo's Oracle" blog site of 19 years plus online. You're welcome to visit his website "Jewelsoftruth.us" for further information or to contact Atrayo directly.

[viaetor]

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝗢 𝗚𝗢𝗟𝗗𝗘𝗡 𝗥𝗨𝗟𝗘𝗥𝗦, 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗕𝗥𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗘𝗦𝗧 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗦 . . . ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ( 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘢-𝘭𝘰𝘨 — 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 5 / ? ) ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ to be continued.

ㅤㅤhush now, and listen to the story the stars themselves fear to tell. long ago, before time dared to stretch its fingers across the universe, dawn had no memory; there was only the void. it was a realm of boundless silence where nothing existed except for the abyss. it is said that the abyss was one, lethargic, and endless but inevitable. yes, it was the abyssal one. my grandmother, you know her, she said that the abyssal one started eating itself, so alone in the cosmos it was. from its guts came a spark, and from that spark, light bloomed and created everything else. but this light did not bring warmth or kindness. it brought along with it the brightest, ancient stars, those who would later be known as the golden rulers of the universe, the gods of gods—divine beings who we tend to call great and radiant, yet whose beauties mask a terrible truth. hush, hush, do not let them hear you call their sacred names, lest they find us! you have heard of them before, have you not? the weaver of fates, the silent judge, the holy weapon master, the architect of illusions, and the warden of many shadows…

ㅤㅤthe abyssal one and the brightest, ancient stars lived side by side for a while. a happy family, if you can even imagine that. but their disagreements got too intense, and the abyssal one’s hunger was too painful to endure. it wanted to eat its children and turn everything into nothingness again. for some reason, the abyssal one thought that the stars would disappoint him, for there was no point in letting life prosper since everything was to turn back into the abyss in the end. there was a fight, i’m pretty sure, but grandmother… she didn’t tell me the details. but don’t you dare be deceived! these brightest, ancient stars, they made a deal with the abyssal one, to keep it fed and satisfied through a cosmic balance that only they know its fate and laws. and so, their brilliance painted the cosmos, and their desires shaped worlds, each more intricate than the last. 

ㅤㅤbut their light was not without shadow; their games of power and influence reached far beyond the heavens. mortals became their pawns and followers, and the starborn—their children and extended part of their bright covenant—were shaped to carry their wills. they did not do so for love or mercy, though. they did it to keep the abyssal one, their parent, at bay—a being whose appetite could unmake all they had created. for if ever the balance of the universe tipped, even the brightest of stars would be devoured by the darkness from which they came. the golden rulers are ruthless, prideful and bound by a dark inheritance, you see. they will punish and destroy anything that they consider worthless; they will play with our lives and alter our fates just for the sake of it—and tell us nothing in turn! our prayers go unanswered, and our lives are deemed as deserving as our servitude for their o so sacred design. at any point, if we are found to threaten their plans in whatever insane ways they think is troublesome, they end us in the flicker of an eye. they do not care for or see us as their equals, even if we’re made from the same stardust. to them, we are cattle to control and entertainment for their parent. well… aether, was it? i think we have a chance to change the game.

ㅤㅤknowledge is powerful, and i have some to spare, so i must share. let me unveil the legends of a universe ruled by light, tempered by darkness, and forever teetering on the edge of chaos. let us shape our place in the infinite as rebels. i will first tell you of our enemies; draw closer now, for the stars are watching—and they do not forgive. but soon... maybe neither will us.

✦ ㅤ𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗳 𝗳𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘀 ; goddess of fate, of secrets, and of truth ⭑ mother of the fatespinners

keeper of the vault of fates, where future threads expand like endless curtains, zor’yael knows all that is meant to happen in the millions of years to come. she’s the oldest of all ancient stars, and she is the dim, pulsing violet star that seems to shift its place in the sky. she uses a great horn to help her with knitting and threading, and some rumour it to be from the head of the abyssal one. she sees the past, the present and the future expanding like rivers in her mind, and she knows exactly where each one will flow. she has been said to be able to alter destinies with the blink of an eye, yet she has never been found with her eyes opened, even as her six hands keep weaving new tapestries of fates intertwined. detached, emotionless and enigmatic, she takes little interest in other golden rulers, gods, starbon or mortals, caring only for her palace and the vault it guards. no one knows about her true intentions or even if she has any intentions at all.

the first threadㅤ:ㅤbefore even the stars had names, there was only the void. according to ancient prophets whose names were forgotten instead of their tales, zor’yael, the weaver of fates, was the first star to emerge amidst the darkness, her light casting faint, pulsing hues across the emptiness. from within her, she birthed the first thread of destiny—a thread so fine it could not be seen by any but her own six hands. as she wove the first thread, the universe began to take shape. planets formed, stars ignited, and life began. however, this first thread was not just any thread—it was the destiny of this cosmos itself. every astral event, every rise and fall of empires, every birth and death, was bound to this thread. yet, there is a secret hidden within this myth. ignaroth and even sera’len deny this story completely, even going so far as to say it’s a sin against the golden rulers themselves; the three ancient stars have been birthed together, and zor’yael’s tapestry always existed. however, some whispers persist and claim that zor’yael deliberately wove a flaw into this first thread—a tiny imperfection, invisible to all but capable of unravelling the fabric of destiny. should anyone find and pull at that flaw, the entire universe could be undone. zor’yael’s followers live in awe and fear of this, knowing that the fate of everything hangs by a single, delicate thread in her hands.

the unblinking eye of zor’yaelㅤ:ㅤin the early aeons, when the tapestries of fate were still on their starting threads, zor’yael remained in a deep trance, thoughtful, as if experimenting with something in her mind. it was said that once, for just a moment, she opened her eyes to see what lay beyond her palace of woven threads. as she did, the vault of fates split, and countless threads of possibilities erupted into chaos. the sight overwhelmed her, and her blink sealed fates not meant to intertwine. entire civilisations fell while others rose unexpectedly. though the ancient stars and other gods sought her counsel to understand what was now written, zor’yael spoke nothing of what she saw. she resumed her weaving; her eyes once again closed, leaving the others in fear of what a second blink might unleash. since that day, mortals and starborn alike have whispered of the “unblinking eye”—a prophecy of a future when zor’yael might open her eyes once more, and the universe could be unmade or remade instantly.

✦ ㅤ𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗷𝘂𝗱𝗴𝗲 ; god of judgment, of observation, and of punishment ⭑ father of the sentinels

distant, impartial, stern, unwavering and cryptic. sera’len does not speak, yet his presence is felt in the stillness of the night: if you look up and see a cold, distant silvery star, faintly glowing in the farthest reaches of the sky, do not think it is dead. the silent judge probably has his eyes on you. his followers believe that he delivers justice, but his form of justice is often devastatingly final. he presides over the rules and boundaries that keep the universe from descending into total disarray. while the other rulers may seek to expand their influence, sera’len imposes limits, ensuring that none overreach their station. he is the jailer of cosmic threats, locking away dangerous entities that would otherwise wreak havoc. with zor’yael’s help, he sees all that transpires in the realms, divine and mortal alike, and passes on his judgment without interference until reckoning. he condemns all those who try to fight against their destiny, commit great sins or simply because he felt it to be right, even without the approval of other brightest stars. his punishments come without warning, often long after the offence is forgotten, and his presence lingers over those who have erred. while sera’len enforces balance and cosmic law, his lack of compassion and refusal to explain his decisions make him feared. mortals often don’t realise they will be punished until too late. his sentences can seem disproportionate to the crime, as his sense of cosmic balance is alien to human morality.

the punishment of the eternal wandererㅤ:ㅤlong ago, a starborn sorcerer, a puny braskil, defied sera’len, refusing to accept the judgment passed upon her for altering fate. she claimed she could escape the consequences by fleeing beyond the reaches of the silent judge’s gaze, perhaps seeking refugee in xe’st’s territory. as she ventured into the farthest reaches of the cosmos, beyond time and space, sera’len quietly watched. years turned into centuries, and the sorcerer believed she was truly free. yet, when the time came, sera’len passed his sentence. the punishment was a curse that made the sorcerer immortal but unable to interact with reality. she could see, hear, and feel everything around her but was forever bound to the void, unable to touch or influence the world again. to this day, the “eternal wanderer” is trapped in a cage of pure void and darkness, a warning to anyone who believes they can escape fate or sera’len's judgement.

✦ ㅤ𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝗹𝘆 𝘄𝗲𝗮𝗽𝗼𝗻 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿 ; god of chaos, of conquer, of destruction ⭑ forger of the caelings

careful for that burning red star, surrounded by an ever-growing cloud of celestial ash in the sky, for that is the fearsome god of chaos. ignaroth has an insatiable hunger within his core—an embodiment of desire that can never be fully satisfied. he thrives on consumption, whether it be of material things, ambitions, or even entire galaxies, yet it’s clear that he is the first to restrain himself from his selfish desires. stern and ruthless, yet paradoxically fair, he embodies ruin, disruption and unpredictable change. ignaroth cares not for individuals or specific creations, only for the grand cycle of death and rebirth, the universe’s balance that must be preserved at all costs, being impossible to predict. he offers no mercy to those who stand in the way of cosmic order. he’s often seen as evil by those his blades meet, destroying souls, civilisations and planets without hesitation. ignaroth does not think about good or evil, only in terms of change and stagnation. everything in the universe must keep evolving, and those who keep on forever being themselves threaten the delicate fabric of entropy which holds the universe in balance. ignaroth is often described as the executor of zor’yael and sera’len’s wills despite his strong personality. if this bothers him, he does not let it show. out of all the rulers, he’s also the one with the most human believers, who are often on edge in his presence.

the birth of the caelingsㅤ:ㅤin the universe’s early days, when the stars were still young, and the cosmic dust had not yet settled, ignaroth roamed the void, wielding his blazing sword in search of worthy challenges and adversaries. yet, in that time, few dared to stand against the god of destruction. frustrated by the lack of resistance, ignaroth yearned for something to test his strength. then, he discovered a dying star, barely flickering on the edge of oblivion, persisting against the inevitable shadows surrounding it. instead of letting it perish quietly, ignaroth struck the star with his blade, igniting it once more, but this time with a furious, uncontrollable fire. the star exploded in a cosmic storm, its remnants swirling into a massive vortex of molten energy. from the heart of this storm, ignaroth carved a colossal forge—the tempest forge—a creation of pure chaos, where destruction and creation mingled as one. in the tempest forge, ignaroth began to craft new, highly luminous stars and constellations unlike any others. they were not born to give light or warmth but to serve as weapons. these were caelings, cosmic entities designed to slice through the fabric of existence itself, more powerful than any starborn, yet absolute servants of ignaroth and the golden rulers. he forged these stars and hurled them into the cosmos, each one destined to consume entire worlds, galaxies, or even dimensions, serving as his endless weaponry.

the cosmic scarㅤ:ㅤin one of ignaroth’s most terrible rages, he sought to end a rebellion among the caelings who questioned his endless destruction. the uprising was led by a fierce starborn general who had stolen a fragment of ignaroth’s burning essence, using it to shield himself and his people from the god’s wrath. enraged, ignaroth unsheathed his blade and struck at the general with such force that he cleaved a rift into the very fabric of the cosmos. this strike created the cosmic scar, a gaping wound in the universe where time, space, and realities bled into one another. the general and his followers were caught in the rift, forever trapped between dimensions, their screams echoing in the stillness of the cosmos. the cosmic scar still exists, a reminder of ignaroth’s power and a warning to those who dare oppose him. some believe that the rift will heal one day, and the trapped starborn will return, more twisted and vengeful than ever.

✦ ㅤ𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗰𝗵𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗶𝗹𝗹𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 ; god of dreams, of lies, of forbidden knowledge ⭑ guardian of the braskils

thilnyr manipulates perception and the sense of reality, distorting the layers of dreams and reality. cunning, seductive and capricious, they never offer clear truths, weaving webs of half-lies that ensnare even other deities that get too close to them. making fun of severe matters and turning ultimatums into games, they like to test starborn and mortals with their riddles. compared to the other rulers, they’re the most interested in mortal affairs, often shape-shifting to observe them closely. they can harvest dreams and wishes, manipulating them into a temporary or permanent reality, to alter space and the perception of time. mortals who seek their favour are granted visions, but rarely the truth they seek, oftentimes leading to madness. as such, few can navigate through their illusions, but those who do not fall for their traps can find great power and wisdom. they thrive on mystery and the hidden potential of the unknown. surprisingly, thilnyr is not an ancient star—they seem to want to keep this a secret from mortals and starborn. even so, if you point to a brilliant greenish star that flickers erratically, always on the verge of vanishing, they will probably smile back at you.

thilnyr’s mirror of nightmaresㅤ:ㅤonce, a mortal king sought the favour of thilnyr, desiring a vision of the future to secure his kingdom’s prosperity. the king had dedicated decades of his life to learning the language of the stars, presenting sacrifices, making grand-scale rituals and even offering parts of his body to showcase his faith in the god of dreams. thilnyr, amused after so many years, granted the king a mirror made of starlight that would show him the future—a relic, they said, stolen from zor’yael’s vault of fates. the king gazed into it each night, seeing his kingdom thrive under his rule. but as the seasons passed, the visions twisted, showing darkness, betrayals, and devastation. desperate to change the future, the king followed the mirror’s advice, listening to the whispers the images bestowed. yet, the more he followed its guidance, the closer the dark visions became reality. on his deathbed, and as his kingdom burned through his window, a realisation finally came to the ruined king: he found that it was not the future he had seen in that damned mirror... but his nightmares. his attempts to prevent them only solidified their occurrence.

the dream of a thousand sunsㅤ:ㅤthilnyr once created an immense dreamscape, a vast realm where everyone was a sleeping god, each dreaming of their own universe. in this dream, the stars lived in harmony, and mortals were blessed with endless prosperity. for a while, this illusion became a reality, and the cosmos flourished under the dream of a thousand suns. but dreams, especially those crafted by thilnyr, are not meant to last. over time, the dream began to unravel. the starborn captured within the dream realised their world was an illusion, and as they woke, their waking thoughts twisted the dreamworld into a nightmare. the stars then turned on each other, and entire worlds burned in the chaos of their confusion. thilnyr, ever capricious, allowed the dream to collapse in on itself, laughing as the fabric of reality and dream became indistinguishable. to this day, some starborn and lesser gods wonder if they are still living in one of thilnyr’s dreams, with no way to tell if they will ever awaken.

✦ ㅤ𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗱𝗼𝘄𝘀 ; goddess of darkness, of void, of forgotten things ⭑ ?????

a faint, blackened star that absorbs rather than emits light, leaving a patch of void in the sky is the best way to describe xe’st. she governs the forgotten corners of existence, the places other stars cannot yet reach. though the other golden rulers or even starborn rarely visit her, she is gentle and welcoming despite how cold her hands are to the touch, always wearing a wide, creepy smile. her arms have eyes all around them, and they look in opposite directions. she watches over the depths of the cosmos, reigning in the limits of the universe and the nothingness beyond it. be it due to her appearance or the nature of her sovereignty, no star, ancient or otherwise, dares coming too close to her dominion. still, xe’st knows all that has been forgotten, lost stories and oaths corrupted by time, chaos or vice. those who seek her favour will always be embraced by her, turning into peaceful ghosts in a tight, suffocating hug. it is unclear if she is the absolute form of death or just oblivion, but she does not seem to mind either way. instead, she seems to be waiting for something... or perhaps a special someone to come to her. 

the child of the darkㅤ:ㅤit is said that in the forgotten corners of the universe, where no light reaches, xe’st hides a child—a being born of both void and starlight. legends differ on who the child’s other parent is—some say it was zor’yael, and others whisper it was the abyssal one. the child, known only as “the child of the dark”, is a being of unimaginable power, capable of controlling both life and death. yet xe’st has hidden her offspring away in the depths of oblivion, guarding them fiercely. some believe that if the child of the dark were ever found, they could restore balance to the universe or plunge it into complete nothingness. mortals and starborn have searched for aeons for any traces of the child of the dark, but none have returned from xe’st’s dark embrace. her smile, they say, grows a little wider each time someone dares venture into her realm.

[thegeminisage]

zelda lost woods time

it has immediately hit the fan. wow <3 i was just looking for my last might crystal...good thing i didn't give into temptation to do this earlier

oh i forgot about the big sacred tree...deku tree cameo pleasepleaseplease

got my last might crystal!! brb taking this to lueberry

the music here is so much nicer btw when i can enjoy it on my own tv without worrying the volume will bother anyone. very stardew valley

okay wait before i do any of this orb shit i gotta find the lynel. my last echo......

following the prints is scary actually like if you don't do it in the right order they're not there. like it just moves around. you could go to the right clearing and find nothing unless you were hunting it down. idk that's kinda spooky

okay, right as i was finishing that is when my power went out last night :| now it's back!! i'm back at it. the lynel has spotted me i am afraid for my life

what!!! that was EASY. that took less than a minute. wtf

i guess now i do The Orbs and the challenge is not to use my echoe power on anything else while i do it...rip i can't even use my new lynel

The Orbs Have Been Activated

wow a triforce <3

YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO IT IS THE DEKU TREE HEY MAN HOW YOU BEEN

"enter"? am i about to get vored??

oh ok

first jabu jabu and now this...nobody vores me like they used to

oh shit it's mirrorverse zelda

TRIFORCE? JUST THE WHOLE GOD DAMN TRIFORCE?

Oh, Fuck.

NOT THE MASTER SWORD PULL THEME????

oh fuck oh fuck uh oh she done did it oh girl you're not supposed to do that have you never played a zelda game before

BOYFRIEND?????? oh ok ok not yet

HOLY FUCK? NULL BIG

SOMEHOW I DIDN'T THINK IT WOULD BE THAT BIG.

stilled whatever this is is so fucking metal. i love it in here

the closer i get the more massive null seems. this is truly some kirby levels of eldritch horror

BOYFRIEND IN THE CRYSTALLLLLLLLL

oh fuck it's girlfight time. conquer yourself, as it were

time to let my lynel get some exercise <3

ZELDA'S THEME IN MINOR KEY.............

this is great. my lynel is basically destroying all the enemies she throws out as distractions leaving her and me to duke it out over my boyfriend

got her ass already

I GET TO SAVE THE BOYFRIEND??? arrow perhaps as he did for me...

WAAAAAH IT'S HIMMMM IM GONNA CRY

what...no...i have to give him his sword back :(

BUT I LIKE THE SWORD...............

ok. for the boyfriend i will do anything

OHHHHHHHHHHHH I'VE JUST REALIZED HE'S LEFT-HANDED IN THIS GAME LEFTY LINK RETURNS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! JUSTICE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

wait wait wait hold on everybody shut up are we going INSIDE null? vored after all???

YES!!

oh this is nasty. the dripping black goo

i love that link will literally just run off without us lol girl this isn't ganon's tower slow tf down

holy shit link's a BEAST...even my lynel couldn't fight like that...jesus fuck

omg co-op dungeon is SO COOL i fucking love this waaaah

lol skipping these platformer section with the humble and trustworthy water block

did the wind riding puzzles the proper way cuz i think theyre fun

omg please i can MOVE LINK???

god i would LOVE a co-op zelda game like this in full someday. wahhh

Oh I Don't Like That Sound

this reminds me of the final descent in totk. i'm beside myself

OH SHIT

mirror zelda got vored.................

OH SHIT?? RIP DEKU TREE AND CASTLE TOWN AND HETBAIT ZORAS

OH SHIT..............

he's a tri!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

omg omg boss time

ok wait hold on. my lynel keeps getting oneshotted but i cant go swordmode anymore tf am i supposed to do

ok ok ok i get it i think. i miss my sword though

omg one of the creepy hands PICKED UP MY BOYFRIEND??? girl i was over there with my lynel so fast

my automatons are finally coming in handy but also i'm going through them very quickly

ok no useless until the end actually...echoes spawn infinitely and instantly. these automatons just aren't for fast paced fights like this

god link is so cool. i wish i had a sword so i could help!!!

NOOOO omg my boyfriend :( left behind...........

oh GROSS null is voring all those poor little tris :(((

final form maybe?? dude he is SCARY looking this is literally some kirby shit

i take back what i said about this games music also. maybe not all of it. but this fucks. im catching so many familiar melodies like zeldas theme and the master sword theme and the overworld and then also it just sounds so good

omg one of the hands got me and link saved me 😭😭😭

oh shit ganon echoes NICE

oops i was trying to burn a spiderweb and accidentally set link on fire

OMG I THINK I GOT IT

PLEEEEASE WE ARE TAKING BACK THAT TRIFORCE TOGETHER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

oh man the callback in this imagery...

oh no is it time to say goodbye to tri :( this always happens with zelda partners.................

THANK YOU AT THE END.............WAH

OKAY MAYBE I WELLED UP A LITTLE. SO WHAT IF I DID

oh, but she still has her rod...?

BOYFRIEND IS HERE

LUEBERRY AND IMPA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HE'S TALKINGGGGGGGGGG

HE IS TALKING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'M GONNA CRY

oh that was so GOOD. oh my god time to mop up my FACVE!!! while the credits play

i hoped he would talk. oh god

omg wait the kids who got taken waking up and feeling themselves again...wah

CONDE'S BROTHER OH GOD I AM GOING TO CRY AGAIN

CAT!!!!!! cat?

awwwww she hung the rod up 😭😭😭

oh ym god and thats the END!!!!!

what an amazing game. i am absolutely gonna make another post about it in a minute first i have to RECOVER!!!!!!!!!!!!

[tobiasdrake]

Now we know the full extent of the trick. All that's left to do is nail the killer.

I love it. I'm so happy that Kanai Ward's Forever Rain got to be used as a murder weapon. I was hoping early on that it would go this direction but I wasn't expecting it.

Even if it is ridiculous, this is the best murder weapon in the game, hands down.

Also, we never found the temperature regulator that allegedly electrocuted the victim. Did the Peacekeepers whole-ass make that up? Did they invent a hypothetical device that maybe was in the room and might have shocked him?

I'm not surprised at their lack of integrity but I am a bit stunned at the brazenness of it. You can close any case as an accidental death by making up whatever evidence would need to exist in order for an accident to occur. I always call this "They fell. Onto some bullets."

But no, the Peacekeepers are seriously out here going, "Eh, maybe there were some bullets on the ground that he could have fallen on. You don't know."

By tampering with the rain gutters, of course. Fortunately, there's a talented DIY expert right here in this room.

I'm waiting for him to realize that he's penned down and try to punch his way out. At Halara. It will be hilarious.

I knew Rich Boy Haircut couldn't be trusted. That is a presentation that says, "Pick me for your next CEO! I'm good at looking business!" They say to dress for the job you want, and his outfit wants to be paid an executive salary for sitting around an office writing mission statements.

Which is basically what this marriage would be for him. Hell, he might even find a way for Tetra to accidentally herself to death too once the paperwork is signed. I wouldn't put it past him to go full Black Widower.

Sugar probably heard him doing it, which is what got her barking up a storm.

I'm not sure how you would tell the difference between rainwater and the water already in the tanks. Is it the water level that's the problem? Fishtanks are generally not kept full to the brim.

That's why he broke that one! Because he was in a panic. That makes sense.

Then the noise from frantically smashing the tanks is what set Sugar off.

She believes us. That's good. There's nowhere for Jeryn to go.

Come on, Jeryn. Throw a punch at Halara. It will be hilarious.

Sure is convenient that the murder weapon, by pure coincidence, happens to resemble Sugar's favorite kind of toy in the whole world. XD Honestly, we probably didn't need that justification. "Sugar's been digging in trash again" is explanation enough.

She's a dog. They like to find random shit to chew on.

I mean, she hated him from the beginning so she could be barking at him just for sucking. But the evidence is nonetheless pretty damning even without Sugar's questionably positive ID.

YES! DO IT! THROW A PUNCH AT HALARA! They will put you through the floor.

Aww, he has a knife. Look at that, Halara. He has a knife.

OY. NOT COOL. Yakou has some knifing of his own to do before he's ready to get knifed! You're violating the sacred stabbing order!

I don't know why they even bothered asking. XD

Holy shit, that happened fast. Yakou gives the go-ahead and their leading distraction-coin is in the air nanoseconds later.

Halara is so goddamn cool.

A few weeks later, he's dead feral in the Restricted Area, and everyone else is packing their bags and closing up shop for good.

But it's a nice sentiment, at least. Besides, I'm sure she'll have more pressing concerns by that point. The important thing is, Halara crushed this mystery with style.

[songsofbloodandwater]

I love to see the many different blood substitutes that people come up with in their practice, for all different purposes. I think it says a lot about why they understand blood to be sacred, important as an offering, or for a specific working, and it never fails to leave me thinking.

My little bit of insight is, regardless of what use you'll be giving that blood substitute, I think any witch should always have around a little anvil dust or some other ferric dust to add to it. I personally like to make sure that there's at least vegetal and mineral components on my blood substitutions, not only vegetal, if any animal components are, for whatever reason, not available. Ideally I would try to find a way to include all three: mineral, vegetal and animal.

With ferric dusts, I take anvil dust as a catch-all. Good for most common uses, because of the associations of forging with the Witch-Fire, but depending on what you're working on (and Who you're working with) you should be able to find other possible iron sources (various kinds of Stones, Red Dirts collected in particular or holy places, Nails of different origins, and other Tools, come to mind...).