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cyberpunkonline · 2 years ago

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Fnord.

Discordianism is a religion or philosophical system that is based on the belief that chaos and disorder are the natural state of the universe. Discordianism originated in the mid-20th century and was popularized by the publication of the "Principia Discordia," a satirical religious text that was written by Greg Hill and Kerry Wendell Thornley under the pseudonyms "Malaclypse the Younger" and "Lord Omar Khayyam Ravenhurst."

At its core, Discordianism is based on the idea that individuals should embrace chaos and disorder as a means of finding freedom and meaning in life. According to Discordianism, the pursuit of order and control is ultimately futile, as the universe is inherently chaotic and unpredictable. As a result, Discordians believe that individuals should learn to accept and adapt to this chaos, rather than trying to impose order on the world.

There are a number of key concepts that are central to Discordianism, including:

Eris: Discordianism is based on the worship of Eris, the Greek goddess of chaos and discord. Discordians believe that Eris represents the natural state of the universe, and that she is responsible for creating the chaos and disorder that are inherent in the world.

The Law of Fives: One of the central tenets of Discordianism is the belief that the number five is a sacred and powerful number. According to the Law of Fives, "all things happen in fives, or are divisible by or are multiples of five, or are somehow directly or indirectly appropriate to five."

The Pentagon: Discordians often refer to the Pentagon as "the center of the universe," as it is believed to be the physical manifestation of the Law of Fives.

The POEE: The POEE (The Paratheoanametamystichood of Eris Esoteric) is a Discordian organization that is dedicated to the worship of Eris and the promotion of chaos and disorder.

The Sacred Chao: The Sacred Chao is a symbol that is central to Discordianism. It is a combination of the Greek letters Chi and Xi, and is often depicted as a circular symbol with an X in the middle. Discordians believe that the Sacred Chao represents the balance between order and chaos, and that it is a symbol of the inherent unity of the universe.

While Discordianism is often seen as a satirical or humorous religious or philosophical system, it has also been used as a means of critiquing mainstream society and challenging traditional ideas about order and control. Despite its relatively small following, Discordianism has had a significant influence on popular culture and has been referenced in a number of books, movies, and other media.

#discordianism #faewave #cyberpunk

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katedrakeohd · 4 years ago

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A Very Merry Birthday (5)

[Masterlist]

Hey let's make this a wacky drabble. This week's prompt #80 Stop looking at me like that

Word count: 2000

Cast of characters: Drake, Kate, Preston Davis. (OC)

Rated PG: talk of mature themes, sexual innuendo

Tagging:

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After exiting the stairway, Drake and Kate make their way down the hall to their room. He looked at her nervously as he dug into his pocket for his room key, "Are we really going through with this threesome thing?"

When they arrive at their door, Kate steps in front of Drake. Cupping his face in her hands she pulls him in for a kiss, her voice low, "Yes, we are. I'm only going to turn 27 once and I want it to be special."

Drake smirks against her mouth and mumbles as their kisses continue, "What's so special about turning 27?"

Kate caresses the back of his neck and runs her fingers through his hair, "Nothing really, but do you know what?"

"Hmm?"

Kate runs the pad of her thumb across his bottom lip, and then licks her own. "I can still taste myself on your mouth and I like it."

Drake presses the room key into her hand and with the other hand goes into his jacket, making sure to slide his palm across her breast before retrieving his phone from the inside pocket.

"You go on into our room, and I'll give Preston a call."

Kate chuckles, "Be nice to him, and please tell him again that I'm sorry for hurting him."

"I will."

…

Preston is sitting up in bed in his underwear and a t-shirt, with a small bag of ice wrapped in a pillowcase nestled against his groin. The pain had pretty much subsided by this point, but he wanted to make sure there was no chance of swelling. This hadn't been his first blow to the nuts, but knowing how it felt didn't make any time it happened again any less painful.

Beside him on the bed is a half eaten sandwich on a plate that he had ordered from room service. It was still early in the evening and it bothered him to not have anything to do. If they were back home at Valtoria there would still be another two hours in his work shift. Back at home these were prime party hours and he'd have guests to keep tabs on with his usual crew of guards. If it was a quiet evening with no guests, he'd walk the halls and then patrol the perimeter outside and use the time to go over the next day's sentry and active guard schedule in his head and get some welcome fresh air.

Once a month there would be an evening poker game amongst the senior staffers, which occasionally the Duke would join in on if the Duchess was away, but mostly it was a fun and casual night for the staff to tell funny anecdotes at their employer's expense.

Tonight, after clicking through the limited channel options on his room's TV, he had resorted to browsing the social media on his phone. Thankfully the hotel had free wifi. Reaching over he grabs the last part of his sandwich and takes a bite, and then another to finish it. Now that his hand was free he shifted the ice pack to the side and gingerly fondled himself through his underwear. The ice had left him temporarily numb, but there didn't seem to be any unusual swelling so he transferred the ice pack over onto his dinner plate. Laying his phone on his chest he planted his hands on the bed and carefully scooted his ass down the bed so he could lie down on his back. With a sigh he folded his arms behind his head and stared up at the ceiling.

After a few minutes of studying the crown moulding and lamenting the Ravenhurst's poor choice of wallpaper, he closes his eyes out of boredom. Out in the hallway he can hear the muffled voices of people approaching his room, expecting them to fade as they pass by. But this time they don't. Listening intently he recognizes the low tones of Drake's voice, and the faint inflection of Kate's laughter. So Mr. and Mrs. Smith, or Jones or whatever are back from their dinner date. Hope they had fun.

There's the click of a door opening and closing and then the muffled footfalls of someone walking away, punctuated by the creek of the wooden floorboards under the carpet. Preston turns his head to look toward the door, curious. Pulling his hand out from behind his head he reaches for his phone before it can slide off his chest.

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Drake shoved one hand in his pocket as he paced back and forth in the hallway, looking down at his phone. Of course it had to be the pocket with Kate's panties in it. He bunches them in his fist and sighs in frustration as he picks Preston's name out of his contact folder. How in the hell do I call someone and invite them to be the third person in a sexual situation? Especially when I really don't want him there in the first place? I could lie to her and say that I asked Preston and he declined. Yeah right, Kate's like a human lie detector and would know I'm not telling the truth.

He presses the message icon on his screen and then stops to lean against the wall. As awkward a conversation this was about to be, it would be better conducted quietly.

The Duke:: Hi Preston, how are you feeling?

There's a brief pause and then Preston responds,

Preston:: I'm doing ok. How can I help you Sir?

The Duke:: I have an unusual request. You're free to decline if you don't feel up to the task.

Preston:: Ok. That's not suspicious at all. 🤔

The Duke:: First some questions. And again you can choose not to answer if you feel they're too personal.

Preston:: Should I be worried? This isn't some dangerous mission is it?

The Duke:: That all depends on how you behave.

Drake grins to himself and rubs his jaw as he waits for Preston to respond. The seconds tick by and then Preston answers.

Preston:: Are you out in the hall?

The Duke:: yes

A few seconds go by and he hears a door open and he looks up to see Preston pop his head out into the hall.

"Pssst. Over here," he whispers.

Drake pushes away from the wall and tucks his phone into his back pocket. He looks quickly up and down the hall before walking over to Preston's room. He takes in his underdressed state and then grins at him, "You're going to think I'm crazy."

Preston steps back to let Drake step into the room. "Now I'm really curious."

Drake stands in the middle of the room feeling awkward, knowing he still had to ask the questions he had on his mind. Preston gestures toward the chair for Drake to have a seat, but he shakes his head.

"I'd rather stand." I'm too nervous to sit down. "But you might want to sit."

Preston shrugs and then sits down on the end of the bed. "What's on your mind, Sir?"

Drake doesn't know where to start. Just get the personal questions out of the way, you idiot, before you chicken out.

Taking a deep breath in Drake forces himself to push aside his nerves and decides to sit down after all. He pulls his phone out of his pocket and then leans forward to rest his elbows on his knees. "Ok, then. Question one. Are you currently in a relationship?"

Preston's eyebrows shoot up in surprise, "Uh, no. But why -...?"

Drake holds his hand up to interrupt him, "Just bear with me and then I'll get to the point."

Preston tilts his head, frowning, but crosses his arms and then waits.

Drake scratches the back of his head, trying to find the words to ask the questions on his mind before he gets to the invitation from Kate.

"Are..are you straight? Gay? Something else?" Drake stammers, feeling anxious.

Preston can't help but laugh, "Are you asking me out on a date Your Grace?"

"I...just answer the question."

Preston shrugs, noting the nervous bounce of Drake's knee and the way he kept averting his eyes. He also couldn't help but notice that his shirt was half unbuttoned already and his hair was slightly messy. "I'm straight...I guess."

Drake looks up, "You guess? Either you are or you aren't. Stop looking at me like that."

"Well when you get right down to it, these days when you're lonely enough and looking for that kind of pleasure a hole is a hole. If you understand what I mean? Between two consenting adults of course."

Drake wasn't expecting that kind of answer from Preston, and he's suddenly reminded of his own 27th Birthday. But he had one last question before he mentioned the threesome idea. Taking a deep breath he thought about Kate, and how she was expecting Preston to come back with him.

"Well, if you're thinking straight, I want your honest opinion about something."

Preston wasn't sure where this was going, but this had to be the strangest conversation he'd ever had with any boss he's ever had. Was it even ethical to have this kind of conversation?

"Ok, sure. What do you want to know?"

"How do you feel about my wife?"

Preston wasn't sure how to answer that sort of question without getting a punch to the face. She'd already slapped him and mashed his nuts with her knee, but being the one to escort her to the restaurant had been exciting to say the least. He wasn't sure if he'd interpreted her suggestion correctly, that he should get handsy with her in order to get Drake's attention, or not. Or perhaps he had gone too far. He was certainly confused as to why Drake would show up in his room and start asking personal questions. He decided to keep his answer as ambiguous as possible.

"She's a beautiful woman, and a man would have to be blind not to desire her."

Drake nods, appreciating his answer, "Go on, I think there's more you want to say."

Preston's eyes narrow and he feels uncomfortable with Drake's tone of voice, "If you're trying to lead me on into admitting something as some sort of trap, I'm not falling for it. I was following her orders…"

Again Drake interrupts, "Yes, I get that. What I really want to know is if you enjoyed touching my wife like that?"

Preston carefully considers his answer. Yes, he had liked being able to touch her. But acting like a total ass had earned him a slap and a knee to the groin, and he knew that wasn't acceptable behavior. Kate didn't deserve to be grabbed like that. She had looked like candy wrapped in a red satin bow, and damn she had smelled like it too. He'd love to be lucky enough to have a woman like that. She would be like a gift, one he could unwrap everyday and never get tired of finding the same thing waiting for him on the inside.

"No, I didn't. K...Mrs. Walker shouldn't be touched that way without permission. It was wrong."

Drake's phone chimes and he checks it. He has a text message from Kate.

Kate:: have you asked him yet?

Drake:: getting there, be patient.

Drake looks up from his phone. "Smart answer. Now how would you like the chance to make it right?"

His phone chimes again.

Preston chuckles, "What do you mean?"

Kate:: this kitty Kat is getting awfully lonely over here, and with an itch that needs to be scratched. It would be a shame if I had to handle it on my own. 😽😈

"Kate...Mrs. Walker, wants me to invite you over to our room. For some fun."

"What sort of fun?"

Drake's phone chimes again.

Kate:: tick tock, Walker. Are you two coming over to play?

"The naked kind."

Preston laughs, "You're right. I do think you're crazy."

Drake stands up. "Well are you in, or not?"

Preston shrugs, "What the Hell, I'm in."

#drake walker #choices #long post #drake x kate #theroyalromance #Henry Cavill is Preston Davis

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therealcalicali · 6 years ago

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A guy named Alfred spends the night at an old house, intent on facing his demons who he one tried to leave behind. During the night, he sights reaaal demons, apparitions and ghouls in that take the shapes and personalities of other Vikings characters.

Hey doll. You have got quite the imagination. I am loving this premise.😮😯

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Title: "HIM"

RAVENHURST DRIVE - 3:00 AM

With a trembling hand, Alfred fumbled to turn on the bedside lamp. After three clicks, the brightness of the bulb finally cut the darkness.

Sitting up in bed, he blinked several times before wiping the sleep from his eyes. Still disoriented, he nearly jumped out of his skin when a loud noise came from downstairs.

"What the fuck was that?" Alfred said to himself in a slight panic.

The sound of pots and pans falling onto the kitchen floor continued for a few more seconds before stopping abruptly. Tense and shaking, he threw the comforter off himself only to realize that his T-shirt was wet from profuse sweating.

He hadn't had nightmares since he was a child but this one......it was so real. The dark haired demon that had grabbed him was very familiar. The last time he had seen "him" was in fifth grade. But back then, his parents had always said that it was just his overactive imagination.

And of course, he believed them. Especially since Alfred never saw "him" again after his family moved. But unlike his childhood nightmares, this time around, everything seemed too real.

In fact, Alfred felt as if he could actually feel the presence despite now being awake. But what was that phrase it kept saying? He knew a little bit of various languages, being a linguist and all. However, he couldn't translate the words himself.

"Kom ud af mit land! (Get off my land!)" Alfred repeated. "I have to find out what that means."

Despite being scared, he finally mustered up the courage to grab the bat beside the bed. Cautiously, he opened his bedroom door with one hand before jumping backward in case someone had been standing there.

Thankfully, it was just an empty hallway.

"I just had to return to this stupid place. What the hell was I even thinking?" Alfred chastised himself.

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With caution, he began making his way toward the stairwell. However, he had to stop momentarily. Another round of pots hitting the floor broke the silence making his heart race even faster.

After standing with the bat tightly gripped in his hands for what seemed like an eternity, Alfred proceeded. When he placed his foot down, the very first step let out a loud creak, causing him to hold his breath.

"Mother fucker!" Alfred angrily said to himself.

So much for being discreet. If someone was in the kitchen, they would know he was in the house for sure. After pausing momentarily, he began descending the stairs again.

Fortunately, the other steps didn't make as much noise as the first. What Alfred didn't see was that in his bedroom, a large dark shadow passed over, causing the beside lamp to go out.

However, he heard the audible click. When he looked upstairs, Alfred's blood ran cold. He could now see that his bedroom had gone dark. Exhaling hard through his nostrils, he tightened his grip on the bat until his knuckles turned white.

"Calm down. Calm down." Alfred kept repeating to himself.

With rapid heartbeat, he rounded the corner and felt around for kitchen light-switch. When he flicked it on, he was relieved to find that there was no one there. The pots and pans were strewn on the floor, however, that was easily fixed.

Since there was only one way in and out of the kitchen, Alfred calmed down. It meant that there was no one else in the house.Placing the bat down, he started to put the pots and pans back on their hooks.

While he was putting the last pan in place, the largest of the pots flew off it's hook and hit the wall with a loud clang. Without waiting to see anymore, Alfred grabbed the bat and bolted out of the kitchen. _________________________

Racing up the steps, he ran straight into his bedroom. Since it was dark, he had to feel for the light-switch, but eventually, he found it. As he turned it upward, a gust of frosty air swiped over the back of his hand.

After that, the coldness turned into a rather painful sensation. Slamming the door closed, Alfred glanced at the back of his hand. To his utter shock, there was a large superficial gash.

It looked exactly like the kind of injury one would get from a knife or an axe. Trying his best to keep his wits about him, Alfred grabbed his cell phone off the table as well as his car keys.

There was no way he was sleeping in his family home tonight. But where to go? The nearest neighbors were miles off. Even if he drove to any of their houses, Alfred doubted anyone would let some stranger in at such an hour.

But then he remembered there was a motel about fifteen miles back. Deciding it was his best option, he put his jacket on. Alfred held his car keys in his teeth because he wasn't taking any chances of them going missing.

Sitting on the bed, he then began lacing his sneakers when suddenly..............he froze.

Out of no where, a wall of cold air manifested on his left hand side. So cold, that he could now see his breath. If that wasn't terrifying enough, Alfred felt the bed give way as if someone had taken a seat beside him. However, there was nothing there.

Nothing but the indentation in the mattress.

Like a bat out of hell, Alfred tucked the laces into his shoes and grabbed his cell phone. Taking his car keys from his mouth, he dashed down the steps, practically skipping steps.

Fortunately, he didn't take a fall.Spotting the front door, he made a run for it as quickly as his feet could carry him. But out of nowhere, Alfred felt something hit the back of his head.

At first, he thought he had been shot because the impact had been so loud.

Then................................darkness.

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Groggy, Alfred turned his head to the left as his eyes fluttered open. Initially, he assumed everything had been a dream, but then, the pain came.

His head felt like it was caught in a vice that was growing ever tighter. Wincing, he tried to lift his hand so he could touch his forehead, however, he couldn't. Though Alfred tried and tried with great effort, it was as if his mind and body were disconnected.

"Did I get hit that hard?" He wondered to himself.

"Jeg advarede dig!" (I warned you!)

That voice! Alfred's eyes went wide with terror as he realized that the voice from his dreams was in the room with him. As his vision finally adjusted, he also noticed that he was laying in the middle of the living room, not far from the front door.

Naturally, Alfred tried to sit up. But to his surprise, he couldn't move a muscle. Not even his fingertips. Though he tried to will his body awake, he just couldn't. It was as if he was trapped in a shell unable to do anything but look around.

"HELP!" Alfred tried to shout as loudly as possible.

However, his voice only came out as a faint whimper as frosty air suddenly engulfed the living room. The temperature dropped so quickly that even Alfred's paralyzed body trembled.

Helpless, he could only watch as five shadowy figures with white empty eyes manifested. Each possessing the shape of a person. These shadow men hovered closer until Alfred shut his eyes hard, muttering every prayer he could remember.

As he prayed, he heard the taunting laugh of the demon from his dreams.

"Kristne bønner?" (Christian prayer?) The voice asked with a great deal of glee.

The other entities must have found what was said to be amusing because Alfred heard their demonic laughter echoing through the house. He had to admit it to himself.

As insane and illogical as it sounded, he was really dealing with ghosts........demons!

"Please, for the love of God! I meant nothing by coming back here. I promise to leave." Alfred pleaded with his eyes still closed tightly. "I will leave and never return."

As soon as the words had left his mouth, he could feel the painful cold become worse as one of the entities floated closer. Though his eyes were closed, Alfred knew that the entity was now hovering right over him.

"Jeg advarede dig, Alfred! Og Ivar den Boneless gør det kun én gang! Du burde aldrig komme tilbage." (I warned you Alfred! And Ivar the Boneless only does so once! You should have never come back.) "Nu kan du ikke forlade." ("Now, you cannot leave.")

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