#ineffable corvids

[irradiatedwarlock]

[thefiberfawn]

Get to know me better- tag game

Tagged by @corvids-corner ! Thank you, these are fun.

1. Three ships: (Let me be cringe) Drarry or Dramione, Johnlock, Ineffable Husbands

2. First ever ship: Kaito Kid and Aoko

3. Last song: I'm studying so Doctor Who OSTs

4. Last movie: Nimona I think (rewatch)

5. Currently reading: Earthsea (reread)

6. Currently watching: Twin Peaks

7. Currently consuming: I had some Korean traditional pastries for breakfast, I guess. Other than that I'm running on fumes and exam stress.

8. Currently craving: I always crave indian curry

9. Consider yourself tagged if you want to do it!

[irradiatedwarlock]

Did he just call Crowley a trollop?

[reasonandempathy]

@theluckoftheclaws

Hey, I figured it was worth telling you what the definition of sapience is, according to the faculty of Washington State University.

If you have a systemic perspective, strategic perspective, judgment, and moral sentiment, you are sapient.

Judgment:

Judgment is one of those ineffable capacities that seems somehow related to intuition and yet clearly is linked with rational thinking and decision making. On the one hand, our judgments come unbidden from somewhere in our minds to guide our decisions, yet most of us do not really have a conscious experience of forming a judgment ... All ‘merely’ (nominally) sapient humans are strongly motivated to construct explanations about happenings in the world, even when they do not have adequate information with which to do so. They construct these explanations anyway as forms of casual or informal hypotheses with the possibility that gaining additional information might allow them to refine or modify their tentative explanation in the future. This is actually a part of the building process for gaining tacit knowledge.

Corvids do this.

Moral Sentiment:

Altruism evolved in social mammals (and birds) as a means of increasing the fitness of the group over that of individuals (Sober & Wilson, 1994) and the general fitness of the species. We evolved a sense of right and wrong behavior in ourselves and others. The specifics of many practices and social mores vary from culture to culture, but all cultures have rules of behavior that reflect the inner sense of moral and ethical sentiments. Moral sentiment appears to be a universal property of human cognition.

Corvids do this. They can act on the moral "should" basis of behavior.

Systems Perspective:

There is another trick to organizing knowledge to achieve maximum compression. That is to base the organization of knowledge on universal models that pertain to all aspects of life. The most general such model is systemness, or the nature of general systems. No matter how complex the world seems, it is resolvable into a hierarchy of systems within systems. That is everything is a system and a sub-system of some larger meta-system.

Corvids do this (previous links sufficient).

Strategic Perspective:

if one is to do better than simply react to change and hope to adapt then one has to employ a more advanced form of thinking — strategic thinking. As with systems thinking most people are able to do some strategic thinking, at least from time to time. But the vast majority of people stick to logistical and tactical decision making which is why our species has a tendency to discount the future and make near-term decisions on profitability. Strategic thinking is the most advanced form of thinking about the future (mentioned above). It is more than just playing what-if games. It also involves incorporating important global objectives into the models and deriving plans that will be used to drive tactical and logistical thinking into the future. Strategic thinking involves developing a vision of what the future world will be like and then picturing yourself (or your group) integrated into that future world in a way that is both satisfying and sustainable.

Corvids also do this, evidenced by broad communication networks of corvids that can recognize and filter people into Good and Bad people.

Long story short: there is legitimate and real reason to think that Crows, and other animals, already are sapient.

Crows are some of the smartest creatures in the animal kingdom. They are capable of making rule-guided decisions and of creating and using tools. They also appear to show an innate sense of what numbers are. Researchers now report that these clever birds are able to understand recursion—the process of embedding structures in other, similar structures—which was long thought to be a uniquely human ability.

Recursion is a key feature of language. It enables us to build elaborate sentences from simple ones. Take the sentence “The mouse the cat chased ran.” Here the clause “the cat chased” is enclosed within the clause “the mouse ran.” For decades, psychologists thought that recursion was a trait of humans alone. Some considered it the key feature that set human language apart from other forms of communication between animals. But questions about that assumption persisted. “There’s always been interest in whether or not nonhuman animals can also grasp recursive sequences,” says Diana Liao, a postdoctoral researcher at the lab of Andreas Nieder, a professor of animal physiology at the University of Tübingen in Germany.

Super Smart Bird Brains

[trashcanniballecter]

Aziraphale: There is something I have always wanted to ask you

Crowley: Go ahead angel

Aziraphale: Why "CROWley"?

Crowley: Corvids are cool

Aziraphale: Fair point

[megjgrey]

Will there be any smexy moments anytime soon between our favourite Corvid and Osprey? Just taking because my heart can't take that sexual tension anymore;-; also luv your art,it's ineffable

Nope gotta build up the tension for all it’s worth. Although there will be something particularly good in like...ep 77 ;))

[wanderingalicewrites]

31 Days - Chapter 2: Snow

This is done for the 31 Days of Ineffables / Advent Calendar challenge by @drawlight​. I’m having a lot of fun doing this!! And holy hell, I still cannot believe I’m writing fluff. I’ve never been capable of it before, but somehow it works with this story.

“C’mon, angel!” Crowley shouts, thundering down the stairs of their cottage and exploding out into the main living room. “It’s snowing!”

Aziraphale looks up to find him peering out their large front windows, bouncing on his feet like a small child. “Oh. The weather reports had said it was meant to snow today.”

“Looks like we’re going to get a good six inches!” He turns to the angel, grinning. “Come on, want to go take a walk?”

“Right now?” Aziraphale had been planning to speak with Anathema regarding their plans for his next attempt at wooing Crowley. But Crowley was standing there, looking at him with that earnest expression in his eyes, and… he couldn’t say no. Not when there was such open, honest joy on the demon’s face. “Oh, alright.” He sighs. “Give me a moment.”

Going for a walk with Crowley. Will call later, he texts to Anathema. A few seconds later, he gets her reply.

If he gets cold, offer to share body-heat ;)

“Who’s that?” Crowley asks him, leaning in to look at Aziraphale’s phone.

“Just Anathema,” he tells him. “She’s helping me plan our New Year’s party.”

Crowley makes a face. “Ugh. Better her than me. Come on angel. I wanna go outside.”

Aziraphale chuckles. “Alright, I’m coming my dear.”  He miracles his coat into his hands and heads for the door. Crowley, he notices, makes very certain he’s through the door first. There won’t be a repeat of last night’s kiss under the mistletoe, it seems. Inwardly, he sighs. He had hoped the kiss would surprise his demon into admitting his feelings, but when he’d pulled back his face had been just as inscrutable as ever. He hadn’t acted any different, but Aziraphale was sure he’d been able to sense it during the kiss - that same overwhelming sense of love he’d felt from the demon at various times throughout their long existence together. And Anathema had agreed - she’d seen it in his aura. Just for a moment, before the demon had managed to hide it away again. But it had been all the confirmation he needed. For thousands of years, he had loved him just as much. And now, he was finally free to do something about it.

“See! Snow!” Crowley dances out ahead of him, arms out, face turned up to the sky. Aziraphale chuckles, watching him. Sometimes his demon seems more corvid than serpent, with his love of mischief and bright shiny things. And, while serpents tended to hibernate in the cold, crows could sometimes be seen out playing in the snow.

“Bet you you can’t catch a snowflake on your tongue!” Crowley says, laughing, head tilted back and mouth open to catch the falling flakes.

Aziraphale laughs with him, sticking out his own tongue in a perfectly timed move, catching a snowflake just as the demon looks his way.

“I can, too,” he says, smiling, and does it again. “Come on, then. I thought you said you wanted a walk.” He reaches out and takes Crowley by the arm, leading him down their usual path, toward the beach.

They talk as they walk, like they always have. These days, though, the conversation tends to drift around their human friends, or the books Aziraphale is reading, or whatever popular media Crowley has been into recently. There’s nothing of Heaven in their talks. Nothing of Hell, either. They’re careful around the subject, still, as if speaking of a thing that can be summoned just by uttering its name. He doesn’t miss it. They are free now. No hammer hanging overhead, waiting to crash down. He is free to appreciate the way Crowley smiles. The glow of joy in his bright eyes, uncovered just now, glasses forgotten back inside the house. The way he moves, fluid, like bones are just an option and gravity is simply another thing to be ignored at will. The unguarded pleasure in his voice, as he tells Aziraphale the plot of the Golden Girls episode he’d been watching last night or his next plot to cause some chaos for some unlucky humans.

‘Offer to share body-heat’, Anathema had said. He watches Crowley, but his demon doesn’t seem to be cold at all. Still, perhaps he could try.

“Aren’t you cold, my dear?” he asks, looking him up and down, noting the thin fabric of his jacket, and even thinner shirt. “You’re not even wearing a proper scarf.”

Nah,” Crowley says, with a dismissive shrug. “Don’t get cold too easily. This is nothing compared to the lower circles of Hell.” He shivers, then frowns, turning an evaluating gaze on Aziraphale. “Why? Are you cold, angel?”

Aziraphale opens his mouth to say no, then changes his mind. “A bit,” he says, trying to sound casual. “Nothing to trouble yourself over.”

“Do you want to go back?” The demon glances over his shoulder, to their small cottage, its windows glowing with warm light.

“No, no,” Aziraphale protests, not wanting the walk to end. “Not at all. I’m fine my dear, I shouldn’t have brought it up.”

“Hmm.” Crowley’s bright eyes narrow, and he steps closer. “Well. Can’t have you getting cold. Here.” He takes off his own jacket, wrapping it around the angel’s shoulders. It’s surprisingly warm, for how thin the fabric appears, and, wearing it, Aziraphale can smell Crowley on it. That sweet and spicy smell that somehow reminds him of forest-fires and sage. “Better?”

The angel breathes in the scent of him, and it smells like home. “Much,” he says, though what he really wants is Crowley’s arm draped around him. Instead, he settles for walking beside him, arm in arm, like they have done so many times before. “Thank you, my dear.”

“No worries, angel,” Crowley tells him, and for just a moment he feels that surge of love once again. He can’t bring it up now. He knows better than that. Bringing it up will just make Crowley go skittish, send him running, and that’s the last thing Aziraphale wants. He needs to wait, and work on his other plans to get his demon to admit how he truly feels. Even so, he promises himself that he will not end this year without having the conversation they’d been dancing around for six thousand years. He will not spend one more year letting time pass them by like it always has. If the end of the world has taught him anything, it’s that time is precious. And he does not wish to let a single moment more go to waste.

(Day 1)   (Also on AO3)

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[thefreckledone]

Pompeii 52

“Where are you going?”

Sakura turned, refusing to jump as she met Yamato’s gaze. She was hypervigilant and she knew it, flinching at the smallest of sounds. There was a storm swirling within Yamato’s eyes and Sakura resisted the urge to sigh. She did not have the energy for the fight Yamato was bound to pose in response to her plans. “I am going into town.”

“No.”

Sakura crossed her arms, squaring her shoulders as she stared Yamato down. “No? Are you going to forcibly stop me?”

Yamato fidgeted, eyes darting away from her before almost unwillingly being dragged back into her orbit. “That isn’t what I meant Sakura.”

“Yamato, you know I don’t like having decisions made for me,” Sakura said, keeping her voice even. “I know you hate it too.”

“Pompeii isn’t safe,” Yamato replied. “They were burning effigies of you scant weeks ago! What is there preventing them from trying to harm you now?”

“Moving from an effigy to the actual person is a severe escalation,” Sakura said. “Besides, I still have friends in town.” At least, she thought so. Certainly, there were people in the aftermath who outright declared allegiance to the “Sakura camp.” Sakura had no idea what weight these verbal allegiances would hold, but she certainly considered them suspect. “I need to purchase a few things.”

“Why not use online shopping?” Yamato asked. “Or I could go into town and purchase what you need for you?”

Sakura shook her head resolutely. “No Yamato. This is important to me. I need to go into town myself, see the people there, let them see me in return.” Sakura sighed and ran her fingers through her hair. “If there is any chance for reconciliation down the road--and I am not saying that there is--then I have to actually be around these people.”

Sakura paused, throat burning with the threat of bile. Even now, the memories of the town, her home, shifting from apprehension to suspicion to fear and finally to hatred towards her were still incredibly vivid. When she dwelt too long on everything that happened, on the scars that were so much deeper than skin, Sakura nearly drowned in the pain. She didn’t want that; she hated the jagged, broken feelings still within her, like puzzle pieces that just did not fit anymore.

“This is something that I need to do for myself,” Sakura said. “If I want to heal and move on--” Sakura’s hands fluttered up to her neck, tracing across the scars gouged out there by Kaguya’s hands. “--I have to return to Pompeii. I have to put those demons to bed myself.”

Yamato reached out ever so gently, taking the hands that clutched at her throat. He unfurled Sakura’s white-knuckled hands, rubbing circles until she loosened her grasp completely. His eyes were sad as his fingers traced the irritated skin of her scars. “I understand,” he said, feeling the column of her throat. “I’m sorry that you are suffering under this burden. May I go with you into town?”

“It is kind of you to offer,” Sakura said, unbothered by the fact that Yamato’s hands were still on her throat. Unlike with Kaguya, this gesture from Yamato was not threatening at all. Sakura trusted him completely; Yamato would never do anything to hurt her. “However, this is something I need to do on my own.”

Yamato’s eyes slid shut, expression pained for a moment. “Of course. I was worried you would say that.”

Sakura laughed, the column of her throat rippling beneath his touch. Yamato couldn’t get enough of the feel, the proof of Sakura’s continued livelihood. “I’ve always been a difficult individual but I am afraid you are stuck with me.”

“You’re the opposite of difficult,” Yamato said frankly. “Stay safe while you are in town. If you need anything while you’re there, text me. I’ll be there.”

Sakura grinned, moving out of Yamato’s grasp as she leaned in and popped a kiss against his cheek. “You’re wonderful. I’ll see you soon!”

Yamato watched her go, contemplative. As she disappeared from view, he raised a hand to his face, touching the spot Sakura kissed. Despite his continued concern over Sakura’s visit to town, Yamato couldn’t help the goofy grin on his face. He turned back to the building and headed inside to sit on the roof, waiting to receive Sakura’s call or see her safely home, whichever came first.

0Despite her fierce defense of her decision to enter town, Sakura still found herself hesitating as she approached. The trees, once her enemy and now a source of comfort to her, began to thin, a universal indicator of civilization.

And yet Sakura couldn’t get the thought of burning effigies, mob mentalities, and scapegoat sacrifices out of her mind. She swallowed around her suddenly dry throat, lifting a hand to her the single scar on her face, across her forehead where the branch she used to stab Kaguya caught her too. It ached sharply and she shook her head against the sudden disorientation that nearly blinded her.

When her vision cleared, Sakura was standing in front of a small shopping strip. She glanced around at the signs, blinking when she realized she recognized Kimimaro’s dentistry.

This was her old office.

Sakura assessed the strip with new eyes, impressed by just how much had changed in the scant months since everything went down. The last time she was here, really here, Sai was injured, Yamato kidnapped, and the clinic in ruins.

Now, the building was erected once more, in cleaner, crisper lines than before. It looked nice aesthetically but something about it was empty.

Maybe it was the fact that it reeked of Senju intervention.

Something in her chest eased and relaxed, something that she had no idea was even out of sorts. 

This was no longer her home.

Certainly, she still had her memories, those rosy, idealized thoughts when she first arrived in Pompeii. She didn’t cling to those exactly, though she found herself ruminating on the way they popped like the flimsy soap bubbles they were.

The memories that Sakura carried near and dear to her heart though were those of the people who occupied her clinic and home. And, looking at the remote, distant storefront that was once the center of her world, Sakura found that she did not feel anything for it. It was nothing but a shallowly pretty thing, with nothing in it now but stale air. 

The parts about it that once mattered to Sakura left with its initial destruction. Her home, her people, were safe elsewhere and Sakura couldn’t keep from smiling.

Once upon a time, the destruction of this place meant the shattering of her world at its very foundations.

Now?

Well, her world continued spinning on.

“Sakura?”

Sakura stiffened, head pounding as she kept still, allowing her eyes to flick to the side. Damn. She should have been paying attention to the corvids that lingered here.

“Uchiha,” Sakura greeted coolly, watching Sasuke approach from the corner of her eye. He seemed unkempt, flustered in a way she had never seen him. “What brings you here?”

He just watched her, almost desperately, eyes flickering between red and gray as he took her in. Sasuke’s hands fluttered like he wanted to reach out and grab her, ensure himself that she wasn’t a mere phantom.

“Well?” Sakura asked, staring him down with a hard look. He had been among the first to cast blame upon her, the vitriol that spewed from his mouth still poison bubbling beneath her skin. “Why are you here?”

“Because you are,” Sasuke said, heat high in his cheeks. 

Sakura just crossed her arms as Sasuke fidgeted.

“I just...I needed to make sure you’re alright,” Sasuke muttered. “Our birds aren’t allowed in your territory.” Sakura wasn’t sure if one of the Uchiha made that rule or if one of her roommates enforced it. “After everything that happened, I had to see.”

“I’m not alright,” Sakura said bluntly, taking no satisfaction in the way he flinched. Truthfully, she was tired and realized that this was the first of many, many conversations she would be having with Pompeii’s residents today. “But I’m getting better.”

The ‘no thanks to you’ lingered between them, almost palpable. 

“Sakura, I wanted to visit, I wanted to…” Sasuke swallowed, unable to swallow his pride enough to apologize even now.

“No,” Sakura said, shaking her head. “You didn’t. Not really. If you really wanted to, you would have. It’s as simple as that.” She rubbed her arm, uncomfortable with his proximity. She couldn’t forget the ugliness in his confrontations with her and Sai. “It isn’t my job to alleviate your guilt; you’ll have to figure that bit out yourself. Now, could you leave me be? I have errands to run.”

Sasuke stepped back and his face twisted for a moment, briefly mirroring that disgust he once directed her way months ago, before falling to shame. Sakura felt a savage pulse through her scars as she realized that Sasuke came here just to assuage his own feelings, undoubtedly hoping for an easy forgiveness.

He wasn’t going to get it.

Not from her. Not right now.

Sakura wasn’t particularly angry anymore, that rage burnt brightly and quickly, collapsing on itself within the first few weeks following her showdown with Kaguya. What remained was an ineffable sadness, lingering and clinging to her and all her memories involving the majority of Pompeii’s sadness.

Sakura didn’t hold a grudge toward any of them; it was too overwhelming and exhausting. But she didn’t trust any of them and that was the crux of the matter.

She couldn’t forgive and she certainly couldn’t forget what happened.

Sasuke cleared his throat, cheeks flushed as he rubbed at the back of his neck. “Well, I will leave you to it, Sakura.”

Sakura nodded and watched as he turned, transformed, and flew away. She looked at the corvids that still lingered in the area, meeting their red, judging eyes. Sakura shrugged at them, taking one last look at her former home before continuing on her journey into town.

0Sakura kept her head high as she balanced her groceries on one arm, the gazes of the citizens around her like a brand. Few dared approach her and she had seen neither hide nor hair of any of the Senju or Uzumaki.

Well, aside from the posters.

Everywhere she walked, Itama Senju’s face was plastered on signs, telling the people of Pompeii that a vote for Itama was a vote for order.

Sakura snorted, shaking her head wryly. It seemed that the Senju’s fall from grace taught them nothing. Sakura thought that maybe, just maybe, their public dressing down at the hands of Tsunade would dissuade the Senju, but she supposed that just was not the way of things. 

Instead, the Senju moved forward with the same old message, just with another face as the leader.

One who seemed malleable, perhaps even a bit simple-minded. Certainly, Sakura had never heard of Itama before this election.

Sakura pressed on toward Kakuzu’s shop, shifting her mind away from politics. It was not her problem. She had lost herself once in the goings on of Pompeii and been scorned for it. Sakura would focus on her group of people and leave the rest of Pompeii to itself. Let the people of Pompeii consume themselves like Ouroboros; they were not her responsibility.

She paused as she caught a wash of pink on one of the posters. Sakura turned her attention to it, blanching as she took it all in. It was a photo of her, candid from the looks of it. Sakura wasn’t entirely sure who took it, but it looked like it was soon after her fight to the death with Kaguya. Her head, ears, and eyes had remnants of rusty blood that lingered from the battle. She was staring off at something in the distance, the line of her mouth hard and stubborn. Sakura thought it might have been taken about fifteen minutes before she passed out.

Unlike Itama’s poster, this one was obviously homemade, with a handwritten slogan that read, “The People’s Candidate: Pompeii’s True Maiden.” Sakura’s hands scrabbled at the poster, her breaths coming quick and shallow. Her vision tunneled, staring into her own bright green eyes, lined in rust and gold ichor. What had she been thinking at that moment?

Probably about how much she wanted a stack of waffles, strawberries, and whipped cream before taking a nap.

And people thought she would make a good political leader?

Sakura clutched the poster, tearing it down from the wall. She couldn’t handle this. Not today. Not on top of everything else she dealt with today.

Sakura turned on her heel, ignoring the sharpened focus of passerby, as she started heading out of town. She would text Kakuzu later and apologize; for now, she just wanted to go home.

Sakura put her back to the posters, swallowing as she realized that there were even more of her with different personalized slogans.

She rubbed at the scars on her neck, letting the rough textures ground her as she walked away. She’d made a little bit of progress today and she needed to be satisfied with that.

0Sakura inhaled deeply, enjoying the scent of cooking brussel sprouts and bacon as she stirred the skillet. Her shoulders eased, tension leaving her body as good memories of late nights of cooking before a 3 AM shift fill her mind. Those were stressful times as she struggled through coursework and a crazy work schedule. Yet, they were somehow simpler as she had a good support system around her to keep her from falling apart.

And, when she did fall apart, they were there to catch her.

Sakura frowned, brow furrowing as she reminisced over that support system. She clutched her neck as phantom pain pulsed through her scars.

When was the last time she spoke with Ami or anyone else from New York?

“Sakura?”

Sakura turned, train of thought slipping away as she smiled at Dosu. He skulked closer, looking strangely intimidating. Sakura didn’t mind him though, as she knew that it was just the way he walked.

“Hey Dosu, how are you doing?” Sakura said, beckoning closer.

“I’m well,” Dosu said, voice gravelly and eyes alight with interest. “I spent time today on the roof watching the clouds. I did not know they were capable of so much change. Did you know that clouds sometimes take on shapes of things?”

Sakura stifled a laugh at the eagerness that lined his face. “And what shapes did you see?”

“I saw a rose and a house and a mouse and a book,” Dosu sighed happily. “You know, we saw a lot of the sky when we were staying in that abandoned logging mill. But I never really saw it, you know?”

“Well, you had a lot on your mind,” Sakura said delicately. “It’s hard to appreciate beauty when you’re fighting for survival.”

Dosu hummed in agreement. He peeked around her, hovering there awkwardly for a moment before hooking his chin over her shoulder and resting it there. “What are you cooking?”

“Brussel sprouts and bacon,” Sakura said.

“What are brussel sprouts?”

Sakura speared one of the sprouts, making sure to get bacon on the fork before lifting it to Dosu. He leaned forward, but he didn’t take a bite.

“Dosu?”

“Is it supposed to be green?” Dosu said after a few moments.

“Yes,” Sakura replied, jolting slightly. “Have you-are you not used to vegetables?”

Dosu furrowed his brows. “I don’t know. We weren’t really fed in the laboratory; we were hooked up to feeding tubes when they wanted to give us sustenance.” His lip curled in disgust. “Once we got out of the lab, we ate whatever we could find. It wasn’t the most intuitive process to scavenge for solids. But we tended to rummage in the dumpsters and whatever we could get out of the ground or the river. The green things we ate weren’t supposed to be green.” He shuddered, the movement running through Sakura too. “We learned that quickly that mold is not really fit for human consumption, certainly not in large amounts.”

Sakura lifted her free hand to touch Dosu’s face, leaning against him. “I am so sorry to hear that, Dosu. I know there is nothing that I can do to change the past, but I hope I can help with making better memories in the future.” She moved the fork around, trying to make it appear tempting. “I think you’ll like the brussel sprouts. They shouldn’t make your stomach hurt.”

Dosu took the bite from the fork. Sakura waited with bated breath as he ate, grinning as he hummed in satisfaction.

“It’s delicious,” he said. “Thank you.”

“I glad to hear it,” Sakura said softly. “To making new memories.”

“To making new, better memories,” Dosu said. “May I have a plate please?”

0Sakura stared into her mirror, brushing her hair out of her face. It was getting quite long now, curling below her collarbones. Her eyes were red-rimmed with exhaustion and her skin pale with lack of being outdoors. She couldn’t say that she looked good, but she certainly looked better than she did beneath the harsh fluorescents at work.

It had been a tiring week and Sakura was glad for her three day break. And she was planning to start it off with an indulgent bath.

Yamato had built the bathroom in a way that seemed right out of Sakura’s childhood fantasies: tiled mosaics, walk-in showers, enormous clawfoot bathtub, high ceilings, and a fancy hanging chandelier made out of various bits and bobs that her roommates had found. Most were precious stones and minerals, some of which Sakura couldn’t even name. It was absurdly gorgeous, an eclectic dream right out a magazine.

It was a place where Sakura could experience complete relaxation and she drew hot water into the bathtub. She poured eucalyptus and mint bubble bath in, sitting on the edge of the tub as it began to fill.

Sakura felt a zinging sensation travel through her scars and she lifted her hands to them. She stood, staring into the mirror. The scar across her forehead was raised and white, the newly formed skin stretched thin and taut like the covering of a drum. The scars left by Kaguya’s nails, however, were hypertrophic, raised and an angry red, redder still when she turned her head and stretched the skin of her neck. They blazed, demanding the attention of anyone who dared to look at her, dared them to see what she survived.

Though they pulsed with pain, Sakura could not see any difference to them.

Sakura.

Sakura shuddered, glancing around as she cinched her robe tighter. The call of her name seemed similar to the way Kaguya spoke with her telepathically, yet not. The voice was different, fainter.

No one was there.

She frowned, slowly releasing her robe as she stared at herself in the mirror.

Sakura raised a hand to her head, which was beginning to ache. She was just overtired. 

That was all.

It had to be all.

Sakura dropped her robe and climbed into the bath, closing her eyes as she repeated that mantra over and over again.

[hrharthurkirkland]

tagged by @lotusdumpling thanks! (u tagged my art but i’m putting it here because I use that blog so very little... really I should swap the url with my main..) 

Name: Aisling/Teeth

Nicknames: Ais, Teeth, Ash, idk probably “stupid fucker”

Gender: a threat

Star sign: Taurus

Height: 5′7″ and I want to be taller

Sexuality: Pansexual. 

Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw but recently i keep getting called a slytherin. 

Fave animal: Bears and corvids. I also like rabbits and rats! (my patronus is probably a bear) 

Average hours of sleep: My sleep is more like a series of periodic naps since I wake up so much between. but I’d say a solid 5ish. 

Current time: 7:25pm

Dog or cat person: Dogs probably. I love cats don’t get me wrong but as someone who’s lived with dogs my whole life I respect cats boundaries while also finding them totally unpredictable. but also consider a nice rodent. love a good rodent. 

Blankets you sleep with: 2 at the most. one of them is weighted :D 

Dream trip: hmm... idk. i’d love to go to ireland again. I like holidays where I can just curl up and relax while also having plenty of options! I don’t like having a set plan, I just decide what to do on the day. but i like more green earthy areas. 

Dream job: my goal in life is to publish some books and one up derek landy. 

When I made my blog: my first blog oof.. 2011. 2018 for this one, 2015 for the teethhoarder art one lol. 

Followers: 383 for some ungodly reason. (art one has 213 but does that count if I never post?) 

Why I made Tumblr: Fandom content. in 2011 this site was a simpler place... now it’s really earned the badge of hellsite lmao. but I was there for 80s music and anime bullshit probably, memes n stuff. made this one because I thought of the url and then was like well better use it since i had a mutual who openly hated hetalia lol.. and then here I am :D 

Reason for my url: I was wondering what url/username arthur would have somewhere and then like.. well. he’s part of the royal family. the other one is just that i like teeth. and i have a collection. 

again thanks for tagging me! i know I have like 5 billion blogs, I just like to keep organised :U 

i’ll tag @stardomyx @ineffable-alpha-centauri @frog-god-of-chaos @hariible @thecozycryptid if y’all wanna do it! 

[fearsewn]

@skylarsghost so if I remember correctly this questipn was about why I actually not only tolerate, but favor, Cillian Murphy as a faceclaim, despite the fact that I use Year One as his backstory and current circumstances.

For me, it boils down to the fact that true terror comes NOT from outright grotesqueness, but from the notion of the uncanny.

Here’s a video explaining the uncanny clearly and concisely. 

In a nutshell, the uncanny is that which is just slightly off.  It is passable as normal, but if you look more closely, something is disproportionate, off-center, out of place. And its  subtle “offness” makes you indescribably, irrationally uneasy. and it is what precedes the sublime: the ineffable, the too-great-to-explain, the unfathomable, and, often, the terrifying.  

To me, Cillian Murphy, just his face alone, is uncanny, and makes him perfectly suitable not only for Scarecrow, but for nascent, early Scarecrow. Just like panic and hysterical terror are preceded by uncanny malaise, so too is the mature Scarecrow preceded by the still-somewhat-sane, secretly-sadistic Jonathan Crane.  Cillian is a beautiful, beautiful man, but something about him--the vividness of his eyes, the pallor of his skin, the fineness of his bones, SOMETHING, is OFF.  And as a gifted actor, he is well aware of this, and uses it to his advantage when he plays antagonists like Jonathan Crane: who is arguably his breakout role in mainstream Hollywood. Lingering stares, mouth slightly open. The way he clears his throat. The way he removes his glasses, and cocks his head like a bird of prey--like a corvid--his stilted, overly formal speech, the cold, serene monotone with which he speaks.  All these nuances make people indescribably nervous around Jonathan--including his viewing audience.

I love Cillian’s Scarecrow because he is plausible. Yeah, Batman is a comic book series about a guy who dresses up in a bat costume and fights crime. But these seemingly silly premises are aided by our suspension of disbelief, which in turn is aided by little details that are plausible.  

 Closely connected to this air of plausibility: Nolan’s writing plays up that, as a doctor, Crane already enjoys an inequitable power dynamic with his potential victims. He can control their physical and mental wellbeing, and he knows it, and they know it, and that fact alone is every bit as freaky as anything he does with fear gas/toxin.  Think about it: who reading this hasn’t experienced a slightly weird, slightly creepy, slightly off doctor, with an off-puttingly cold bedside manner, and hated it because when you need a doctor, you’re already vulnerable? We ALL have been through this. 

The reason why Cillian Murphy’s Crane is my favorite is that I can watch the Nolan trilogy and every time he shows up, I remember my brush-ins with uncanny, strange, OFF doctors, who are ostensibly normal, but always make you wonder just a little bit, “is that guy really okay?” And then I can go oh shit. How many Jonathan Cranes are out there, in the real world, performing sadistic experiments on asylum inmates whom nobody will believe, when they scream about being mistreated, taking advantage of that inequitable power dynamic?  

Murphy’s Crane is both subtly terrifying, and believably terrifying.  That he is an attractive man ADDS to his creepy factor for me, because he can exist without being censored in modern society for years and years doing his evil.  

You might say this is a disservice to the comics canon, in which his unattractiveness is the basis for his childhood harassment. But I don’t think Murphy’s handsomeness is the kind of handsomeness that would be exempt  from bullying on the basis--just going off of Year One--of physical unattractiveness, or homophobia.  He is a PRETTY man, and a DELICATE, SMALL man, and those things lend themselves to the original comics content well.  

[thatdelusionalnerd]

AWW <33

gonna tag you back btw :))

@crowleybrekkers @squishy-lemons @bazkrekkers @swift-of-corvids @faeruine @mythuzalasheir3 @bookscorpion @ineffable-baker-street @lifetime-reonouncement-award @ifeelprettyandwittyandgay @tied-together-with-coffee @yellow-yellow-jacket @victory-in-the-llama @bullshit-bulltrue @firebrand-witch @grishaverse-chaos

i've barely spoken with some of you but i still love yall so much, ty for putting up with my bs, ily <33

2023 is coming to an end so this is my annual I love my online friends so fucking much you wouldn't believe me if I told you post.

[angelicspaceprince]

So I realised that I never posted a pic of me girls together! But I also have news! I won runner up in the TasPop North art competition! So Crowley and Aziraphale, you did me proud. Thank you so much to @shaddydraws for giving me the inspiration with their amazing Ineffable Wives cosplay (which really helped with the design with Aziraphale - thank you so much for that even tho you didnt know until just now....I friggin LOVE your Ineffable Wives fanart) and to @trelaney and @corvids-of-the-skeleton-tree for pushing me along and encouraging me because looool I gave up after making Zira. Love you both, you’re both incredible! So yeah, enjoy this photo of me girls at the Gorge in Launceston on one of our rare sunny days.

[atricksterproblem]

fanfaronade and ineffable for the ask :D

fanfaronade - what would your f/o say when bragging about you to others?

I think he'd say that I'm loyal and trustworthy. I hope he'd say that I'm smart and creative. I think he'd say we can talk about anything together and that I have a good sense of humor once you get to know me. 

ineffable - describe your f/o in only aesthetics. you can make a moodboard, or perhaps describe them with colors, songs, scents, unique words (; no explicit or literal details, if you can help it. be indirect. paint a picture. 

Purple velvet, black leather. Dark scents: musk, oud, leather, patchouli, spice. Cirice, He Is, Square Hammer, I Believe, If You Have Ghosts. Wind in the trees at night when the moon is full or new. Starlight on ravens' wings. A corvid with a crown. Black-winged fallen angels. Red wine, black candles, a red velvet booth in a speakeasy. Rudolph Valentino and Bela Lugosi. An unmade bed with black satin sheets, scattered with dark red rose petals. Black calligraphy on pale skin. Skin-on-skin contact. Impish laughter. An incubus and a witch embracing.

 Thanks for asking!

[fealtyfaggot]

reconfigured my theme a little to reflect who i truly am (corvid full of love, alternatively huge ineffable husbands nerd)

[diabolus-est-nuntius-blog]

The Demonic Evocations

The below Evocations are to be used in the Rite Of Demonic Evocation posted earlier and can be used also as a guideline to create your own Evocations for circumstances not covered in those below.

THE EVOCATION OF SATAN TO OBTAIN OCCULT KNOWLEDGE AND POWER

“I summon the power of the Infernal Lord Satan . . . I call forth my Infernal Father from the depths of the sphere of Hell . . . to aid my quest for Occult knowledge and Adepthood . . . may the knowledge of your Black Arts be revealed to me . . . may the innate Infernal force of those who become Initiates of the Black Arts evolve within me . . . aid me in becoming a Sorcerous Practitioner of Demonic Magick and learn to wield these powers in the service of the Infernal Legion . . . as I embark upon the Infernal journeys which lie before me guide me with your infinite wisdom . . . I summon forth the ineffable power of you who are true Lord of this world My Lord Satan to bless my sojourn into the study of the Infernal Arts with the force of your Blackened Flame . . . by your Decree may I attain adepthood within the Mysteries of your Rites and Darkest Arts . . . Ave Satanas!”

THE EVOCATION OF LILITH TO SEDUCE A MAN

“I call forth the dark carnal power of my Infernal Mother Lilith . . . seducer of the pious . . . Dark Queen of the Lilin . . . Matriarch of the Black Womb . . . journey forth this night Lilith that my desire may be satiated and my carnal thirst quenched . . . by your enchantments . . . by the Unholy power of seduction which is yours and decreed to the children of your Mysteries . . . may the one known as (name) be given to me . . . may his heart ache for my presence . . . his flesh crave my embrace . . . his member swell at the thought of my body . . . his mind know no peace until he has submitted his body to my seductions . . . may his waking thoughts and nightscape dreams be painted with images of our union . . . of our fornication . . . until at last he is mine to possess . . . Ave Lilith . . . Ave Satanas!”

THE EVOCATION OF LUITHIAN TO AID STUDYING

“Upon this night I call forth the power of the Grand Demon Luthian . . . I summon this Spirit forth from the dark domain of Hell to aid me in my endeavours . . . to guide and aid me in my fields of study . . . may your Infernal wisdom sharpen my mind . . . your power quicken my learning . . . let all become clear to me . . . and the field of expertise I seek to study become mine to conquer . . . may  your Diabolic current absorb the knowledge I seek deep within my mind . . . shroud my conscious mind as an Infernal cloister of inner contemplation and make known to me that which I seek to learn . . . Ave Luthian . . . Ave Satanas!”

THE EVOCATION OF ABADDON TO DESTROY AN ENEMY

“ Grand Spirit Abaddon . . . Demon of the Abyssian Pit . . . Weaver of Hexes . . . Binder of Souls . . . I Call forth your power to charge this Working . . . to bring discord, dismay and destruction into the life of my enemy (Name) . . .bring upon them the dark shroud of despair . . . the endless torment of pain . . . the infinite sorrow of loss . . . let their lives know only discord, struggle and adversity . . . bring destruction and chaos to all they have built and take from them all that they cherish . . . rise Mighty Abaddon from the Bottomless Pit . . . from the depths of Hell . . . to bring total destruction to the life of (Name) . . . until they willingly welcome the embrace of death . . . Ave Abaddon!” 

THE EVOCATION OF AGALIAREPT TO GAIN THE SIGHT

“Grand Spirit Agaliarept . . . Gatekeeper of Hell . . .Initiatory Guide through the Gates of the Kingdom of Shadows . . . Scribe of Our Lord the Devil . . . Keeper of Secrets . . . giver of knowledge . . . I Call forth your power, your Infernal current to make open the Inner Gate of my subconscious . . . to make seen the unseen eye . . . to lift the veil on the hidden . . . to make manifest to me that not yet manifest . . . unlock the closed doors within the mind that visions most prophetic I may receive . . . by darkened Mirror, Crystal Sphere and Pyromantic Flame may I see that not yet seen . . . open the Oculus Inferni within the centred eye of my own mind . . . grant me the Sight of the Seer and the voice of the Oracle Mighty Agaliarept . . . that I may walk into the future with knowledge of the past and present and foretold vistas before me . . . Ave Agaliarept!” 

THE EVOCATION OF UNSERE TO ENSURE SAFE CHILDBIRTH

“From the depths of the Kingdom of Hell I Call to you Unsere . . .   from the darkened spheres of Hell I summon forth your power to protect and secure the unborn offspring of my Kindred (Name) . . . may the shadowy Servitors of your dominion encircle the evolving fetus in the womb of life . . . weaving around this new gestation of flesh a sphere of protection, health and fortitude . . . protect this unborn child Grand Demoness Unsere . . . may it grow with the gestating power of the Black Womb of Lilith . . . nurture and sustain its growth within (Name) until it is time for it to enter the mortal realm of which Our Infernal Lord is true Master . . . Ave Unsere!” 

THE EVOCATION OF ASMODEUS TO SEDUCE A WOMAN

“Asmodeus, Grand Demon of the carnal and the sensual . . . Infernal Spirit of sexual seduction and the pleasures of the flesh . . . I Call to you this night to join with me in the Dominion Of Union . . . to journey forth from the spheres of Hell and aid me in attaining my desire . . . imbue the woman named (Name) with an insatiable desire for me . . . may she crave the touch of my hands on her body . . . the taste of my lips on her own . . . the caress of my tongue within her sex . . . the embrace of my flesh against her own . . . may no other man satisfy her or gain carnal knowledge of her until she has submitted to my lust . . . Grand Demon Asmodeus . . . deliver (Name) to me, that her flesh, her body, her very essence may satiate my desire . . . Ave Asmodeus!”

THE EVOCATION OF BELPHEGOR TO BIND LOVERS

“I Call forth to the Grand Demon of love and matrimony Belphegor . . . I Conjure forth you to ascend from the depths of Hell to empower this night my workings within the Black Arts . . . to bring longevity and eternal union to the relationship between myself and the one named (Name) . . . may the love and attraction, the bond and respect which forged our union . . . ever be ignited and prosper through the journey of life . . . may my love only ever be for (Name) and their love ever only be for me . . . let the merging of our bodies and minds grow over the span of time . . . forever infusing us both with the passion, desire and love we hold for each other at this present time . . . Ave Belphegor!” 

THE EVOCATION OF VERRINE TO IMPROVE THE HEALTH

“Grand Infernal Spirit of Hell . . . Verrine wielder of the Healing Power . . . vanquisher of disease . . . terminator of malady . . . ascend from the nourishing fires of Hell . . . imbue me with strength, vitality and good health . .  . by the raging fires of Hell burn from my body the ailments and viruses which assail my form . . . renew my health . . . bring me back to being the Temple of vitality and strength which I once was . . . may the fiery waters of Acheron rung through my veins and purify my blood . . . may the Pillar of Flame which runs through my core burn with fortitude and good health . . . that my life shall ascend the illness and inflictions that hail me . . . and my body become as a Temple of Satanic power erected in the Name of Our Lord Satan!”

THE EVOCATION OF ASHTAROT TO EMPOWER A GOLEM

“Gestating Demon of the Kingdom of Hell . . . ancient force of manifestation . . . birthing energy of the Infernal Being . . . Ashtarot . . . Great Infernal Spirit of the Forge of Creation . . . come forth this night from the fiery forges of Hell to cast your creative energy here within the Dominion Of Union . . . breathe life into this being which I have crafted . . . transform the material from which it is made into the flesh of life . . . bring forth the apparition of its manifestation within  the realms of Hell . . . that it may gain power from the Demonic Beings that reside there . . . Ashtarot, Mighty Demon of the Infernal Domain . . . awaken and empower this night . . . the Sacred Golem I have brought into existence . . . that it may act as a Servitor within the Mysteries of the Black Arts of the Satanist . . . Ave Ashtarot!”

THE EVOCATION OF TEZRIAN TO INSTIGATE WAR

“Grand Demoness Tezrian . . . forger of conflicts . . . instigator of wars . . . sewer of discord . . . harbinger of  the dead . . . I Call you forth from the Realms of Hell .  . . summon forth the terrible forces of your wrath and the hatred that breeds wars . . . to rip through the lands of (Name Country) leaving them war torn, desolate and drenched in the blood of their own people . . . may their enemies wage battles against them . . . the lands of  (Country) be littered with the corpses of its own people leaving them as carrion for the Corvid and the wild beast .  . . Ave Tezrian!”

THE EVOCATION OF ROSIER TO INSTIGATE RECONCILIATION

“Rosier . . . Grand Spirit of the Demonic Hierarchy . . . Grand Arbitrator . . . bring of reconciliation and equilibrium . . . Demon of compromise and diplomacy . . . I Call upon you this night . . . Call you forth from the Spheres of the Infernal . . . to reconcile the friendship between (Name) and (Name) . . . to bring a resurgence of the bond and connection they once shared . . . to imbue them both with the respect, honour and kinship which once marked their relationship . . . aid me this night Rosier . . . Grand Demon of Hell . . . to heal the rift between (Name) and (Name) . . . that they may be brought back together and share the union they once both cherished . . . Ave Rosier!”

THE EVOCATION OF LUCIFUGE TO GAIN PROSPERITY

“I summon this night the power of the Grand Demonic Lord Lucifuge . . . Grand President of Hell . . . Demon of Wealth and Success . . . I Call you forth from the shadowy regions of the Infernal Lucifuge . . . that the ineffable current of your power may empower my Satanic Workings and charge the path of my near future with prosperity, financial success and achievement . . . may the decisions I make prove profitable . . . the paths I traverse bring success . . . and the destiny which stretches out before me be Infernally Blessed by your prosperous energy . . . cast your power upon this Working I undertake this night Lucifuge that my life may ascend in prosperity . . . Ave Lucifuge!”

THE EVOCATION OF SONNELLION TO DIVIDE LOVERS

“Grand Demon Sonnellion . . . Infernal Spirit of the Dominion of Hell . . . I Call forth your energy this night to bring power to my Dark Workings . . . divider of lovers . . . harbinger of discord . . . deliverer of acrimony . . . drive a divide between the lovers (Name) and (Name) . . . let their be angst between them which festers into suspicion, mistrust and paranoia . . . let the love which lies between them fade and become bitter . . . morphing slowly into dislike and hate . . . may arguments, discord and disagreement mark their days . . . tearing their relationship apart . . . until neither can find happiness or contentment through any other path than separation . . . Ave Sonnellion!”

THE EVOCATION OF SATANACHIA TO GAIN MAGICKAL PROTECTION

“I summon this night the Grand Demon Satanachia . . . Lord of Protection . . . procurer of saftey . . . Spirit of fortitude and victory . . . join with me here in this Dominion of Union Grand Spirit . . . lend your ineffable power to protect me from Magickal, Psychic and Astral attack . . . defeat the Servitors of those who would harm me . . . drive back the entities sent to destroy me . . . banish the harbingers of misery sent to tarnish my life . . . place around me the sphere of your protection Mighty Satanachia . . . that upon the Astral Realm, the Spiritual Spheres and the dominion of flesh I may be protected from those who would cause me harm . . . Ave Satanachia!”

THE EVOCATION OF MEPHISTO TO GAIN REVENGE

“Mephisto . . . Demon of Vengeance . . . instigator of retribution . . . sword of justice . . . make manifest your power this night . . . Grand Demon I Call you forth from the domain of Hell to lend your power unto my Rites . . . cast the shadow of vengeance over my enemy (Name) . . . let them suffer for the harm they have brought me . . . let the hatred and machinations they have cast against me . . . manifest in their own lives . . .turning their friends against them . . . infesting their life with misery, discord and tragedy . . . may all they the negativity they have brought into my life . . . return tenfold to their own . . .  tearing their existence apart . . . by your power Mephisto . . . may the vengeance I seek on (Name) be satiated and the destruction of all they cherish be made manifest . . . Ave Mephisto!”

THE EVOCATION OF BAALBERITH TO GAIN AN ALLIANCE

“Grand Demon Baalberith . . . forger of alliances . . . Demon of the Infernal Legion . . . the one who seals the pact and bonds allegiance between foes . . . I Call you forth from the darkened regions of Hell . . . to empower an alliance between myself and (Name) . . . may our objectives be combined . . . our strategies merged . . . our aims be formed as one that an alliance may be formed . . . bring the mind of (Name) under my will . . . let their envisaged destiny be conducive to my own and an alliance formed between us . . . that is both unbreakable and prosperous to both involved . . . Ave Baalberith!”

THE EVOCATION OF DELEPITORAE TO ENHANCE LITERARY SKILL

“Grand Spirit Delepitorae . . . Infernal Demon of the regions of shadow and fire . . . I Conjure you this night from that majestic realm called Hell . . . summon you to lend your ineffable power to the Workings I seek to carry out here . . . bless me with the art of the literary master . . . imbue me with the skill and power of the Poet . . . let the words I put forth manifest vistas of my own making in the minds of others . . . let my texts be of inspiration . . . bring to me the power of the wordsmith Grand Demon Delepitorae . . . that my writings may be etched in the stone of time . . . Ave Delepitorae!”

THE EVOCATION OF SVENGALI TO BRING DESTRUCTION

“Grand Demon Svengali . . . Dark Spirit of Destruction . . . bring of catastrophe . . . harbinger of doom . . . I Call forth to summon your wrath and your chaos this night . . . may the disruptive power of your energy . . . the chaotic vibrations of your force bring destruction and mayhem to the life of the one called (Name) . . . destroy the sanctity of their home . . . the stability of their business . . . the contentment of their relationships . . . tear apart the foundations of their life . . . till all that has been built . . . crumbles around them . . . Ave Svengali!”

THE EVOCATION OF BECHARD TO BRING FORTH STORMS

“Grand Demon of storms . . . wielder of lightning . . . birnger of winds . . . carrier of the thunder and rain . . . Grand Spirit of Hell Bechard . . . I Call you forth your ineffable power this night . . . summon your elemental fury . . . to rage upon the region (Name) . . . rip through this land with the tornado . . . smother the land with an incessant cascade of rains . . . let the skies over (Name) be alive with lightning and roar with the wrath of the thunder . . . may your Infernal power Bechard tear the lands of this region apart . . . bringing a time of disaster, loss and death to (Name) . . . Ave Bechard!”

THE EVOCATION OF HUICTIIGARA TO INFLICT INSOMNIA

“Grand Demon Huictiigara . . . Infernal Spirit of the Kingdom of Shadows . . . stealer of slumber . . . haunter of the dreamscape realm . . . weaver of nightmares . . . cast upon my enemy (Name) the curse of insomnia . . . let their nights be void of rest . . . plagued with trauma . . . and void of sleep . . . should they find slumber let the terror of your forged nightmares rip them from their sleep . . . let pain and discomfort hinder the rest of their body . . . and the mind unrestful refuse to be at peace . . . let insomnia consume (Name) until their very sanity and health is brought to fragment and fall into runin . . . Ave Huictiigara!”

THE EVOCATION OF CLISTHERT TO INDUCE APPARITIONS

“Grand Demon Clisthert . . . Prince of Illusions . . . caster of manifestations . . . bringer of apparitions and phantoms to the mind . . . I summon your power this night to cause the one called (Name) to be plagued by visions . . . tormented by apparitions of violence and fear . . . frightful apparitions which shall greet their waking eyes and torture their nocturnal dreams . . . let that which they do not wish to see . . . haunt their sight . . . the peace of mind be torn asunder by the apparitions of the macabre and visions of terror . . . until the very fabric of their sanity is torn and driven to collapse . . . Ave Clisthert!”

THE EVOCATION OF BUCON TO INFLICT RUIN

“From the depths of Hell I summon you Grand Spirit . . . Mighty Demon Bucon, I Call you forth from the realms of darkness . . . to aid me this night . . . to bring forth your Infernal power to inflict ruin upon my enemy (Name) . . . cast a cloak of misery over their life Grand Demon . . . tear down all that they have built in life . . . bring (Name) to his decline making them suffer with loss, pain and betrayal . . . let those they love betray them . . . that which they own be lost to them . . . the foundations of their life crumble beneath them . . . let the comfort of death seem as a release Grand Demon . . . leaving (Name) broken and without hope . . . Ave Bucon!”

THE EVOCATION OF HUMOTS TO GAIN THE POWER OF REMOTE VIEWING

“Grand Demon Humots . . . Grand Spirit who bestows the sight . . . and the visions of that which manifests beyond our sight . . . I Call forth your Infernal energy to bestow upon me the seeds of the Seer’s gift . . . the inner sight of Remote Viewing . . . the gift of the distant Seer . . . grand me this ineffable skill Humots . . . that I may gain knowledge of that which occurs beyond the scope of the eyes . . . that I may travel as the Seer to lands not my own and view what transpires there . . . grant me this Gifrt Humots that I may utilize it in the service of Our Infernal Lord Satan . . . Ave Humots!”

THE EVOCATION OF FRIMOST TO SEDUCE ANOTHER MAN’S WIFE

“Grand Spirit of seduction . . . instigator of infidelity . . . wielder of seduction . . . I summon your forth Grand Demon Frimost . . . Call you forth from the dark spheres of Hell . . . to empower my Workings here in the Dominion of Union . .  . to infuse the one named (Name) with insatiable lust for me . . . to fade from her mind the feelings she holds for her husband (Name) . . . may her constant thoughts turn always to union with me . . . may her flesh ache for the touch of my own . . . her lips seek the kisses of my own lips . . . may her loins ache with the passion of my penetration . . . may she embrace infidelity . . . surrender to deceit . . . and give of her body to my pleasure . . . Ave Frimost!”

THE EVOCATION OF GULAND TO INFLICT ILLNESS ON AN ENEMY

“Mighty Spirit of Hell . . . Guland, harbing of malady . . . caster of ailment . . . carrier of disease . . . bringer of sickness . . . journey forth this night from the Kingdom of Shadows . . . to empower my Magick here and inflict upon my enemy (Name) the most terrible of diseases . . . inflict upon them sickness . . . let their body become plagued by maladies and ailments which hinder every aspect of their lives . . . may infections consume them . . . their organs be infiltrated by diseases . . . their blood become poisoned and infected . . . let (Name) be drawn to near death by a constant barrage of illness . . . only to survive and endure further torments . . . Ave Guland!”

THE EVOCATION OF MERSILDE TO GAIN THE SKILL OF DIVINATION

“Mersilde, Grand Spirit of the Scyring Sphere . . . Mighty Demonic Seer of Hell . . . journey to commune with me this night . . . to imbue me with the Divinatory power of your essence . . . may the Runes of the Norse speak to me . . . the secret messages of the Tarot be known to me . . . may the flame of the Pyromancer reveal its visions . . . and the cast bones tell their story . . . infuse me Grand Spirit Mersilde with the Arts of Divination . . . that myteries of the past, the secrets of the present and the unknown sights of future be mine to access . . . Ave Mersilde!”

THE EVOCATION OF FRUTIMIERE TO COMMUNE WITH THE DEAD

“Grand Demon Frutimiere . . . I Call to you to commune with me in this realm apart . . . bring forth your Necromantic powers and imbue me with the ability to speak with the dead . . . open my mind to commune with those past from life . . . empower me with me the Art of the Necromancer . . . make open to me the veils between the living and the dead . . . grand me union with the Spirits of those who have died . . . the wraith and the shade . . . that I may have knowledge held only within the spheres of those who have journeyed forth from the realm of flesh . . . Ave Frutimiere!”

THE EVOCATION OF SEGAL TO CAUSE HAUNTINGS

“I Call you forth Grand Demon Segal . . . Mighty Spirit of Hell . . . Guardina of the Portals between life and death . . . I summon your exalted power to bring forth hauntings to the one named (Name) . . . open the gates to the realms of the dead . . . open the portals between worlds over the residence of (Name) . . . that their abode becomes as a sphere of transition where the spirits of the dead and the Beings of other realms may traverse . . . may apparitions of the dead manifest before them . . . may the life be plagued by hauntings and visitations from the most malevolent of Spirits . . . bringing the mind of (Name) to a point of confusion and despair . . . Ave Segal!”

THE EVOCATION OF MORAIL TO REMAIN HIDDEN

“Grand Demon Morail . . . dispenser of invisibility . . . concealer of the hidden . . . wielder of illusions . . . I summon you this night from the regions of Hell . . . Call to you to veil me in the Cloak of the Unseen . . . may my locations remain unknown to those who seek to find me . . . may I walk unseen among the throng of the masses . . . may my face pass without recognition . . . my activities remain undetected . . . and the passage of my existence remain unknown to all accept those that I trust . . . Ave Morail!”

THE EVOCATION OF MUSISIN TO GAIN POWER OVER ANOTHER

“From the depths of the Infernal . . . the ineffable spheres of Hell I Call you forth Grand Demon Musisin . . . bring forth your power of domination . . . your unrelenting authority . . . imbue me with authority over the one called (Name) . . . that their will may bend to my own . . . let their resilience to stand against me fail . . . weakness destroy their resolve in my presence . . . may their thoughts be influenced by my own . . . and their decisions bend to my wishes . . . may their strength to stand in adversity against grow pale . . . until they are as servant fit to my bidding . . . Ave Musisin!”

THE EVOCATION OF BEHEMOTH TO INFUSE ANOTHER WITH DECADENCE

“Grand Demon Behemoth . . . journey forth this night to aid me in my Workings of the Black Arts . . . Mighty Spirit of Hell . . . Lord of sloth, debauchery and greed . . . Demon of avarice and envy . . . I ask that you imbue the one called (Name) with an insatiable sense of decadence . . . open them to be consumed by all that they consider a sin . . . rob them of loyalty, compassion and care . . . guide them to betray their spouses with numerous partners . . . to indulge in debauchery and the most abhorrent acts of avarice . . . lead them to surrender to every temptation . . . that their decadence may destroy their lives . . . Ave Behemoth!”

THE EVOCATION OF VERRIER TO VANQUISH MALADY FROM ANOTHER

“Grand Spirit Verrrier . . . Demoness of healing, cures and medicine . . . I Call to you to join with me here in the Dominion of Union and aid me in bringing good health to the one called (Name) . . . vanquish from this person the maladies and diseases that assail them . . . imbue their immunity with fortitude . . . banish from them the weakening virus . . . and the deterioration caused by illness . . . destroy the ailments which torment them and bring them forth to good health . . . that they may grow in strength and vitality . . . and gain back control over their life . . . Ave Verrier!”

THE EVOCATION OF ASAFOETIDA TO SEDUCE A WOMAN’S PARTNER

“Grand Spirit Asafoetida . . . Mighty Demoness of Hell . . . Grand Seducer . . . Enchantress . . . bringer of temptation . . . lover of fornication . . . I Call upon you this night to aid me in possessing the man called (Name) . . . may he crave carnal knowledge of me . . . may he be driven with obsession to become my lover . . . let the passion and lover for his current partner (Name) weaken and fall under the desire he feels for me . . . let his dreams be tormented by my seductions . . . may his manhood burn to enter me . . . let all resistance be futile and all peace be suspended . . . until he lies with me in carnal union . . . Ave Asafoetida!”

THE EVOCATION OF MAMMON TO GAIN BUSINESS PROSPERITY

“I summon you forth from the darkened realms of Hell . . . Grand Spirit of Commerce . . . Demon of wealth and prosperity . . . I ask that you bless my path with the ability to strive in business . . . to gain success and recognition in my professional field . . . I Call upon you to empower my presence . . . to make sharp my mind . . . and to be astute and intuitive in my business deals . . . grant me Grand Demon Mammon . . . the ability to outwit and overtake my rivals in business . . . and rise to success in my chosen work . . . Ave Mammon!”

THE EVOCATION OF BAAL TO INSTIL AUTHORITY

“Grand Demon Baal . . . Lord of Wisdom . . . Mighty Spirit of power and intellect . . . of knowledge and leadership . . . I Call upon your Infernal essence this night to imbue me with the authority to command others . . . and to gain their support, allegiance and respect . . . raise me in position Mighty Spirit . . . empower me with the intellect and inner strength to overpower my rivals and inspire my cohorts . . . instil in me confidence, assertion and the relentless desire to succeed and lead . . . that I may attain my rightful position . . . Ave Baal!”

THE EVOCATION OF BEELZEBOUL TO OPEN ONE TO POSSESSION

“I summon this night the ineffable power of the Grand Demon Beelzeboul . . . Lord of the Infernal House . . . Leader of the Lesser denizens of Hell  . . . standard bearer of Satan . . . I Call upon your power to open the mind and Soul of the once named (Name) to become a victim of possession . . . may her mortal vessel be as a beacon and an open doorway to the eager Spirit . . . may the doorways of their mind be weak to the possession of the Demon, the malelovent spirit and all forces that would seek to use and bring their life to ruin . . . by your power Lord Beelzeboul may (Name) become a vessel to the Spirit who would possess it . . . driving it to unspeakable acts and to madness . . . Ave Beelzeboul!”

THE EVOCATION OF RASHOON TO ENCHANT ANOTHER

“Rashoon . . .Demoness of Seduction . . . weaver of enchantments . . . Mistress of Glamour . . . inducer of compulsion . . . I ask that you enchant the one named (Name) . . . bewitch them to become obsessed with me . . . to seek to serve and support me in any way I see fit . . . Grand Spirit Rashoon . . . imbue (Name) with a neverending desire to please and satiate me . . . to answer my ever desire . . . that they become the very instrument of my will . . . Ave Rashoon!”

THE EVOCATION OF TAROON TO INCITE LUST IN ANOTHER

“Grand Demoness Taroon . . . inducer of lust . . . Mighty Spirit who compels mortals to carnal pursuits . . . I Call upon you to make the one called (Name) my lover . . . to compel them with a desire for me which cannot and will not be resisted . . . to satisfy my every sexual command . . . to desire me and no other until my lust is satiated . . . and no longer do I seek their attentions . . . Ave Taroon!”

THE EVOCATION OF FLEREOUS TO ENSURE JUSTICE

“From the darkest regions of Hell I Call to you Grand Demon Flereous . . . I Call upon you to aid me in my quest for justice . . . to bring justice into my life and grant me victories that I should claim . . . let those who deceive me and slander me be exposed for their deceit . . . let those who betray me and seek to harm me be brought to justice . . . may those who bring adversity into my life know of your just vengeance . . . veil me Grand Demon Flereous in the cloak of justice and right . . . that I may be victorious over those who are injust . . . and those who would seek to betray my trust . . . Ave Flereous!”

THE EVOCATION OF AMMON TO SUSTAIN LIFE

“Mighty Spirit Ammon . . . Grand Demon of longevity . . . ineffable Spirit of fortitude, endurance and survival . . . I Call you forth this night to Commune me with me in the Dominion Of Union . . . to sustain my life . . . to bring longevity to my life and fortitude to my flesh . . . imbue me with the majestic current of your strength Grand Demon . . . sustain the lifeforce within me, strengthen the organs that fuel my life . . . Ammon . . . Grand Spirit of fortitude . . . empower me to overcome and survive the trials of the flesh and life upon this mortal world . . . Ave Ammon!”

THE EVOCATION OF KHIL TO BRING DESTRUCTION TO A REGION

“Grand Demon Khil . . . from the depths of Hell do I summon your wrath, your dreaded power . . . I Call your forth from the Kingdom of the Infernal to wield the force of destruction that is yours to engage . . . within the lands of (Name) I ask that you bring natural disaster . . . may the earth split . . . the waters rise and the storms tear apart the terrain before them . . . let earthquakes shake the foundations of this region . . . may (Name) succumb to the most terrible forces of nature’s power through your wrath and destructive will . . . I summon this dread power Mighty Khil to lay waste to the region of (Name) and let it know the power of your force . . . Ave Khil!”

THE EVOCATION OF HIEPACTH TO SUSTAIN FRIENDSHIPS

“Mighty Spirit of solidarity . . . the one who sustains friendships and erects alliances . . . Grand Demon Hiepacth . . . I summon your power this night to bind my friendship with (Name) that it may sustain and endure our lifetime . . . may it grow in strength and trust . . . be void of betrayal and uncertainty . . . as time passes may the very foundations of the friendship between (Name) and myself flourish and bond as to survive all attempts to sever its connection . . . Ave Hiepacth!”

THE EVOCATION OF SIRCHADE TO COMMUNE WITH ANIMALS

“I Call forth from the Kingdom of Hell the Grand Spirit of Communion . . . the Mighty Demon Sirchade . . . I summon you Grand Demon Sirchade to bestow upon me the power and the ability . . . to commune with other species on this world beside my own . . . to become attuned to the calls of the wild . . . the whispers of nature . . . the song of birds . . . and the nature of all animals . . . enable me to gain an understanding with them . . . an allegiance and bond which transcends that of other mortals . . . may they see me as an ally . . . a Kindred Spirit and aid me in my life as I shall aid them . . . bring me to become at one with the creature of air, land and sea Sirchade . . . that I may have understanding of their dominion . . . Ave Sirchade!”

THE EVOCATION OF FRUTIMIERE TO ENSURE HAPPINESS

“From the shadow strewn spheres of Hell do I summon you Grand Spirit Frutimiere . . . Mighty Demon of prosperity, happiness and fortune . . . I Call upon you ineffable power to bring into my life contentment . . . happiness . . . Infernal prosperity and good fortune . . . may the environment of my habitat . . . the sphere of my abode . . . and the essence of my mind and Soul . . . be imbued with certainty, satisfaction, pleasure, love and achievement . . . may I forge the foundations of this life through the passion and joy of your Infernal current Frutimiere . . . building a personal dominion founded upon the beauty I seek in life . . . Ave Frutimiere!”

THE EVOCATION OF CLAUNECK TO ENSURE FINANCIAL FORTUNE

“Grand Demon Clauneck . . . from the realms of Hell do I Call you . . . summon you forth to join with me in the Dominion of Union . . . I Call upon you to imbue my life with prosperity and good fortune . . . may fate bless me in financial endeavours . . . may my investments and actions always lead to financial success . . . that I may forge a path before me of economic security and pleasure . . . Ave Clauneck!”