#maledicta

[sophierathmannwrites]

Okay, don't ask me why I was sobbing at the end of Monstrous Regiment, but also, please do? I am... better than I have ever been? Fundamentally not okay? Sitting here feeling as if something profound has been said on some sould deep level? Feeling nonbinary rage and validation and heartbreak? Please send help?

[wildfey]

What if we were trying to finish the endless war destroying our country… and we were both jackrum’s little lads…

haha… unless??

(redraw of this post from about 3 years ago - time sure does fly!)

[markscherz]

What is your opinion on all those frog species within Pristimantis and do you think you could potentially list them off like Yakko's World?

At 608 species, there are too many Pristimantis species, and I honestly have no idea how people continue to describe new ones when you have so many congeners to compare to, many of which have never been sequenced. I wonder if they struggle with the same problems that are generated in insect groups, where the same species is described multiple times from different countries because people fail to remember that animals don't give a damn about national borders, and then don't do their homework on the fauna of their neighbours to appropriately rule out species from there as potentially the same.

I could maybe do a Yakko's World/Tom Lehrer's Elements Song version of the genera Stumpffia and Boophis, but I don't really know Pristimantis at all, so no, definitely couldn't list them off.

[cursedbeasts]

Ruling Council of Urum-13.

Left to right, top to bottom:

Cordelia, Fabricator Locum, the diplomat, and the source of Slaaneshi corruption

Aurelia Alpha-1-Omega, Fabricator General of Urum-13

Teyron, Magos Dominus. He thinks you have a skill issue.

Kassander, Lexico Arcanum, the prophet of data.

Karhu, Prime Genetor. For personal reasons he turned himself into the bear from Annihilation.

Maledicta, Secutor. Despite being plucked from her homeworld, she took to defending Urum and training its defenders quite well. She doesn't like Aurelia.

[comicbooksaregood]

Son of M

Volume: 1

Issue: 3

The Crooked Path

Writers: David Hine

Pencils: Roy Allan Martinez

Inks: Roy Allan Martinez

Colours: Pete Pantazis

Covers: John Watson

Marvel

[onlytheembersremain]

If you love Elden Ring and/or Morgott, go follow this! 😍😍 An absolutely beautiful collab between two very talented people! So excited to see what this leads to!

The Golden Hour (Prelude)

The Golden Hour is an ambitious Elden Ring graphic novel about King Morgott's life. It is a purely fan-made project, by two women: Writing & art editing: EldenBiscuit/ Lin Art & Illustration: Maledicta Art/ Sofia

We hope you like it!! <3 If you did, please consider sharing it with others, so that more people can enjoy it!

[mercuriicultores]

Georges Bataille – Lo que entiendo por soberanía, 1. Notas para una introducción general a los tres libros de «La parte maldita»

[La parte maldita] trata de la vida que gravita sobre sí misma, es decir sobre el instante presente, que no sirve más que a sí mismo. [p. 55]

Hablo de la vida que se consume, independientemente de la utilidad que tenga esta vida que se consume. […] Hablo de algo que está siempre ante nosotros, ante todos nosotros. Pero siempre un poco secretamente. [p. 60]

Lo soberano es gozar del tiempo presente sin tener en cuenta nada más que ese tiempo presente. [p. 64]

Buscar a Dios es buscar en este mundo una duración asegurada contra toda posible destrucción (mientras que lo divino era el movimiento dado en la indiferencia a todo porvenir), es ante todo aceptar situarnos en el plano de la servidumbre. Si queremos superar la servidumbre, debemos por el contrario adherirnos a aquellos objetos de los que el cristianismo nos separa bajo el pretexto de que no duran. Por el contrario, podemos amarlos porque son perecederos y amándolos nos reconciliamos con todo el movimiento que nos lleva a nuestra perdición. Por eso la vida erótica tiene humanamente mayor valor –y un significado más profundo– que la vida religiosa que se aparta de aquellos objetos que según ella nos engañan por no ser duraderos. Por el contrario, lo que nos engaña es la búsqueda de la duración. [p. 56]

La tradición religiosa opone la vida espiritual, consagrada a Dios, a la del «mundo», abierto a las posibilidades de la vida erótica. Esta tradición es todavía tan fuerte que no vemos que la vida erótica, al igual que la vida religiosa, es de naturaleza espiritual. El peso carnal de la sensualidad enseguida la ha reducido a las satisfacciones bajamente materiales. Sin embargo, no existe una satisfacción de los sentidos que no esté fundada sobre conductas «espirituales». El análisis de los movimientos de la vida erótica la muestra dependiendo totalmente de reacciones religiosas, como la prohibición y la transgresión. [p. 58]

La facilidad de una vida devota no es sino la medida de la facilidad de un devoto. [p. 58]

¿No podemos ver, en fin, que en el origen de una preferencia por la llamada vida espiritual habitualmente sólo están la pereza y el miedo al juego? [p. 58]

[carewyncromwell]

“I’ve had enough of reading things By neurotic, psychotic, pig-headed politicians! All I want is the truth... Just gimme some truth...”

~“Gimme Some Truth” by John Lennon

x~x~x~x

brief reference to Merlin Wyllt @oneirataxia-girl

x~x~x~x

As January 1996 turned into February, Mia found herself less settled than ever. 

After the Azkaban break-out, Dolores Umbridge issued yet another “Educational Decree” for Hogwarts’s students, which Mia’s nephew Olin described thusly --

Now the teachers can’t talk about anything with their students unless it’s specifically about their classes! I heard Professor Flitwick appealing to Professor Dumbledore about it, since he frequently councils Ravenclaws about personal matters at home. He said he couldn’t bear it if anyone else went through what “Jacob” went through, so I reckon one of his students ended up in a bad place once. And my friend Catie’s parents are going through a nasty divorce right now, so Professor Sprout’s been helping her through it...are teachers just supposed to not talk to their students when they’re afraid to go home because of what’s going on with their parents? 

It made Mia suspect all the more that it had less to do with fixing problems at Hogwarts and much more about keeping students in the dark about what was going on in the political world...for what reason, Mia couldn’t figure out, but it troubled her all the same. The development concerned Florean too.

Brainwashing children to blindly trust in anyone’s authority is never a good sign. Muggle dictators have done it countless times over the centuries, to justify their claim. Even our own Ministry has done it, up to a point, in how they’ve whitewashed Merlin’s legacy as nothing but an example of “the most powerful wizard in history,” rather than someone who actively opposed and fought against what would become the Ministry of Magic and the Statute of Secrecy. I don’t want to believe this decision could be so maliciously motivated, and instead just be out of a misguided kind of protection...but considering what Olin has told you about Dolores Umbridge, I regret to say I have trouble promoting the latter. 

As if sensing how much people were starting to doubt the Daily Prophet, and by extension the Ministry of Magic’s account of what was going on, the Quibbler published an interview with Harry Potter, written by the Prophet’s once star-reporter Rita Skeeter, centered around the events of Cedric Diggory’s death. In the interview, Harry laid out a harrowing account, detailing how he and Cedric had decided to take the Triwizard Cup together for Hogwarts, since they’re reached it at the same time; how the Cup had actually been a Portkey, enchanted to transport them to a dark, unfamiliar graveyard; how as soon as they’d arrived, Peter Pettigrew (who was somehow both alive and a Death Eater!) killed Cedric on the orders of a malformed creature wrapped in rags in his arms; how that creature turned out to be Voldemort himself, who ordered Pettigrew to forcibly take some of Harry’s blood for a potion that restored his body to him; how Voldemort, newly restored and alive, summoned his remaining Death Eaters and tried to kill Harry; and finally how Harry miraculously escaped when his and Voldemort’s wands linked via Priori Incantantem and he magically summoned the Portkey back to his hands, returning him to school. 

It was an outrageous tale -- one too terrifying and ridiculous to believe. And yet, as much as Mia hated to admit it, parts of it seemed oddly sincere. Harry’s responses, for instance, came across as very modest, just like Florean had said he was -- Rita at several points seemed to encourage Harry to embellish his story, asking him about how the Death Eaters tortured him and such, but Harry didn’t rise to the bait.

“They didn’t do anything to me,” said Potter. “Except laugh, maybe -- a couple of them laughed. It was Voldemort who used the Cruciatus Curse -- they just stood back and watched.”

Trying to place herself in this poor boy’s shoes, your humble reporter asked him whether he’d resigned himself to death, upon facing He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, or if he had been truly so determined to survive and tell his story. Potter, however, confessed a shocking lack of introspection.

“I hadn’t really thought that far ahead,” said Potter. “I just knew I didn’t want to die on my knees. I wanted to die fighting. But then our wands connected, and my...the...ghosts appeared...I guess they’re called shades?...but they told me to...to get the Portkey and run. And Cedric asked me to take his body back. So I did.”

Then there were details here and there that were so specific, it seemed incredibly unlikely that a teenage boy could’ve just made it up. Why was it that almost every name Harry recalled among the Death Eaters belonged to someone who’d been accused but acquitted of helping the Death Eaters? And the one that hadn’t, Peter Pettigrew? Mia remembered Pettigrew and his little “buddies,” Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, and James Potter, from school -- they and Severus Snape had been all four years older than her, but Mia remembered them, and even at the time, she’d had a hard time believing that Peter Pettigrew of all people had tried to stand up to the likes of Sirius Black. She’d ascribed this to Pettigrew losing all common sense in response to the grief of losing the Potters to one of his other best friends -- but even then, Pettigrew had always had a bit of “Slytherin” in him. He was cowardly, sure, and he was never as talented or intelligent as his other friends, but he was also rather clever, when push came to shove, and he had a way of weaseling his way out of trouble. If this story of Potter’s had been made-up, anyone else would’ve accused Sirius Black of being the ringleader of this whole affair -- Minister Fudge himself had claimed the Azkaban break-out was all his doing. Some others might’ve even gone after Severus Snape, considering his history with the Death Eaters. But Pettigrew? Why would Harry accuse someone who’d supposedly been dead for so many years? Why bring up this man, after so long, and depict him as this cowardly, reluctant supporter of the most powerful Dark Wizard of all time? How would Harry even have known Pettigrew was the sort to cower behind his more powerful friends, when Pettigrew had supposedly died when he was still an infant? How could Harry describe Pettigrew so well, as if he were a real person who’d aged and grown over the years, instead of just how he looked in his old photographs? 

Mia had been so invested by Harry’s account that she’d read the interview all the way through without putting it down. She then read it several more times over, and each time, she felt like her stomach was being tied in another knot.

It was only when a grayish-brown whippet came over to rest his head in her lap that Mia looked up from the Quibbler at last.

She forced a smile.

“...Hi, Dad.”

The whippet stared up at Mia for a long moment. Then some small flare of consciousness seemed to flicker to life behind his eyes, and the dog seemed to bend in on himself, resting his paw on the arm of the chair Mia was sitting in. Little by little, that paw seemed to grow and his short gray suede-like fur began to dissolve away into peach-colored skin...until at last, the bald, aging candymaker Ambrosius Flume sat curled up in a ball on the floor.

He opened and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as he looked up. He put on a brave smile, upon seeing his second daughter.

“...Mia,” he said warmly. “Good morning.”

He glanced over at the closest window.

“...Or perhaps it’s good afternoon. Is it still the 13th?”

“Yeah,” said Mia.

“Oh good, I haven’t missed Valentine’s Day,” Ambrosius said brightly. “I still need to finish that special Sugar Butterfly for your mother...”

Seeing the somber look on Mia’s face, the candymaker’s face lost some of its cheer, but he still tried to keep a brave smile on.

“Mia, it’s all right,” he said gently. “I didn’t leave the house, I know that much. And I’m perfectly safe, so long as I don’t wander too far...”

Mia’s gaze fell down to the article she’d been reading uncomfortably.

It was true Ambrosius’s condition could be managed. He had always been able to turn back, once he’d interacted with his family and recalled his true self through them. But blood Maledictions were an incurable condition, one that gradually worsened over time. Sooner or later, all of those afflicted by it would transform into an animal devoid of any human consciousness and never be able to turn back into themselves. And the more Ambrosius turned into a dog without meaning to -- the longer he stayed in that form -- the more afraid Mia would be that he'd never become human again. It was a fear she’d had since she was a young child -- one so strong that her boggart for years had been her father in dog form...his eyes completely blank and growling at her like she was a stranger...

Ambrosius reached out and took his daughter’s hand. Mia looked up at him, to find a very comforting expression on his face.

“I may not remember everything, after getting dressed for the morning,” he said, “but I know what woke me up -- as it so often is -- was me seeing my little Pepper Imp and needing to be her father.”

Mia’s lips curled up in an emotional smile despite herself. Ambrosius smiled affectionately in return as he brought up his other hand to lightly pat her cheek.

“You looked quite troubled, when I came to,” he said. “Yet I don’t think it was just about me.”

He eyed Rita Skeeter’s article in her lap significantly.

Mia exhaled heavily.

“...Dad...I’m so conflicted,” she confessed. “The Ministry of Magic has always there to keep us safe -- that’s all it’s ever wanted to do, I know it. And yet...everything it’s been saying about Potter lately -- about Azkaban -- about You-Know-Who...none of it’s making any sense, Dad! Even Tia agrees. Dirk even thinks that Sturgis Podmore might’ve been put under the Imperius Curse, when he was found down in the Department of Mysteries last year for seemingly no reason. And Callie...Callie’s been talking to folks, ever since Rita Skeeter interviewed Potter...not just airheads like Jacob Cromwell or Xenophilius Lovegood, people who live in the real world, like Mafalda Hopkirk and John Dawlish -- respected Ministry employees -- ”

She picked it up and handed it to Ambrosius so he could read it himself from his spot on the floor.

“...And all of them -- well, just about all -- think Potter’s telling the truth! That Minister Fudge knows it too, deep down, but he’s been actively trying to discredit Potter and Dumbledore, all because he doesn’t want to face the truth! Even if that would have to mean that the Ministry has been lying about everything for the last year -- about Cedric Diggory, Sirius Black, the Azkaban break-out -- about You-Know-Who not being back! And worse still...I’m starting to think he might be too...”

She bowed her head, swallowing back the lump that had cropped up in her throat.

“I just don’t understand how Fudge could do something so horrible,” she said weakly. “Even if he is afraid...what about all of us? Aren’t we afraid, not knowing what’s going on? Does our fear not matter? Does Olin’s and Skylar’s fear not matter? Fudge is supposed to be our leader, our Minister. Won’t we be afraid -- even more afraid than him -- not even having someone who’ll fight to protect us and the ones we love?”

Ambrosius got to his feet so that he could settle himself down on the arm of Mia’s chair, bringing a paternal hand up to rest on the top of her head.

“I know,” he murmured. “It is a terrible thought.”

He slid a lock of hair that had come out of Mia’s bun neatly behind her ear.

“I wish I could say that it has to be some sort of misunderstanding...but based just on what I’m reading here -- ”

He flourished the article in his hand before putting it down on the side table.

“ -- and hearing what I have from Callie’s broadcasts...I don’t think your suspicions are as farfetched as we’d like to believe.”

Mia looked up at Ambrosius. His face was incredibly solemn.

“I hate to say it...but we may indeed be in a situation where the ones we’ve chosen to lead us have chosen their own self-interest over our lives. And if that’s truly the case...I think we may have to do some looking, to find others who see the road we’re on and may also want to reroute our course.”

"How could we do that?” asked Mia. “We’re just confectioners -- we’re not politicians, or Aurors...we’re not Dumbledore or the Minister. What could we do to protect our world, if things really are as bad as we think?”

Ambrosius put on a brave smile again as he scratched the back of his neck beside his ear. “I’m not sure...but, well, we can’t be the only ones, to not believe the Ministry’s narrative. Who knows? Maybe if we can find those other people who see the dark clouds overhead and want to do something about it, we can put our heads together. Then maybe we’ll find some way to be of use.”

But Mia shook her head.

“‘Be of use?’ In a second Wizarding War? Potentially facing off against the most powerful Dark Wizard of all time?”

She brought her arms around herself as she rested her face in her own lap.

“We’re just normal people, Dad,” she said despondently against her legs. “What would we be, to a monster like that?”

Ambrosius brought his arms around Mia and gave her a hug. Mia inhaled the familiar vanilla smell off of his coat, trying to find some shred of courage, however elusive it was.

She didn’t want to believe things were as terrible as she feared. Merlin...did she hope beyond reason that she was wrong.

[arconinternet]

Programming with Grawlixes #1-4 (Zines, Marc van Elburg, 2013/2014/2014/2016)

You can read the whole @#$%ing thing here.

The term 'grawlix' was coined by cartoonist Mort Walker, one of his many pieces of comics terminology - though it was originally intended to be more specific, a subset of 'maledicta' or 'maladicta':

[devinescribe]

Protector

Octavian x Reader

Genre: Fluff, hurt comfort quite literally.

I think lots of people gloss over the fact that the camp Jupiter mark is not just a tattoo it’s quite literally branded on the kids. In one of the books, Apollo even mentions how ruthless the Romans are compared to the Greeks for honor and to seem strong. So here is young Octavian and his best friend who just got to the camp and what that would be like!

At camp Jupiter, kids were branded with the mark of their godly parent or ancestor. Below that a line to represent how many years they had been there.

Before you knew that, you liked to trace Octavian’s mark, a lyre, the mark of Apollo, with a single line under it.

To you it was pretty. You found it to be soothing, though he winced if you pressed too hard. He had gotten it about a month before you got there, and it didn’t hurt anymore as it had healed, but it was more out of habit.

Octavian told you that you would also get yours soon. It just seemed that it took a bit longer than usual.

The day you were brought in, an older kid went before you. You squeezed your white bunny plush in one arm and squeezed Octavian’s hand in your own.

You were nervous. They had told you to leave your dogs back. No one told you why, but you did as they said you could bring Octavian in their place.

However as you stand outside, you realize why. The kid before you screamed in pain. You jumped back and hid behind Octavian.

“Nonono, ‘Tavi don’t let them hurt me please I don’t wanna-“ you whispered to the blond boy, clutching his shirt and his hand.

“You’ve gotta… it’s okay… I-i know… Nex and Maledicta aren’t here… but I am, and I won’t leave you…” he tried to comfort you, knowing how much you relied on your dogs for comfort and protection. He swore to himself he would be that for you right now.

You went in and the other kid left. The person who was doing these marks was an older camper… daughter of Mercury. You sat down and squeezed Octavians hand.

There was no warning when she started, just the sharp blistering burn. Tears came to your eyes and a sharp scream echoed through the temple.

It felt like your nerves were being tugged at one by one, plucked like a cruel guitar, sharp claws of searing, burning pain scratching deep into you.

You tried your hardest to stay still and not scream again, but you couldn’t. You squirmed and cries left your mouth.

Octavian gripped your hand, felling helpless to stop your pain. After all, he had been in this spot a few months prior. Except all alone.

“Oh my gods stop being such a baby. What? Can’t even handle a little pain, huh? Just like your mother- you can cause trouble and pain but can’t take it?” She scoffs, laughing at your tears.

Octavian was pissed. How could someone be so cruel to you?

“Shut up!” Octavian shouted. “She’s stronger than you’ll ever be and she’s more than her parentage and you know it!”

His voice cracked from the emotion, but the daughter or Mercury simply laughed and continued.

You cried and sniffled, pulling Octavian closer.

It felt like a part of your own soul was being burned out in place for the binding mark.

Was the honor even worth it?

Everything you had done to get here, was any of it worth it?

The pain was so great it had you feeling inadequate of being here at Camp Jupiter.

“It’s almost over, Y/N. You’re doing so well. I’m right here. Just keep breathing, okay? Nex and Maledicta would be proud of you. They’d be here growling at this idiot if they could, but you’re strong even without them, even if it doesn’t feel like it.” He whispered, desperately trying to comfort you.

He felt so… useless as he held your hand. All he could do was talk and hold you.

After it was done, you stood up shakily. Your arm felt hot, and you were dizzy. He helped you stand up, glaring at everyone in the room who watched and laughed at your misery and agony.

The older girl looked at the mark, the blistering lines and agitated skin around it.

“I hope it hurt,” she smiled the biggest sweetest smile.

“I-I’m so-sorry,” you sniffle, apologizing to the blond as he took you into his arms, hiding your face into his chest as he helped you out.

“It’s okay… it’s okay… if Nex and Maledicta were here they’d be growling and snapping at anyone who dared to hurt you, I know… but for now I’m here a-and I’ll do my best to help a-and protect you… no one will ever hurt you again I promise you,” he whispered.

This moment of weakness and vulnerability from you made him grow a bubbling pit of hatred for everyone who hurt you and laughed.

Later you were both sitting under a tree, Nex and Maledicta both lying in front of you at your feet.

You lay your head on Octavian’s shoulder. He had wrapped your mark putting an ice pack on top of it.

“I promise you… no one will ever hurt you again… I won’t let them…” he whispered, squeezing you tightly.

[stainlesssteellocust]

There’s a mention in Carpe Jugulum of a ‘Maledicta’, though it might have just been an example name, I don’t recall. But my headcanon is that it was in fact the Maladict/Maladicta we meet in Monstrous Regiment, and that they swore off of blood after the…unpleasantness.

And they chose coffee as a replacement, because after what happened in Lancre they sure as hell weren’t going to choose tea.

[threadfall]

Pern Resources

This is an ongoing collection of links* that should cover a whole range of bits and pieces relating to Dragonriders of Pern and Anne McCaffrey – from interviews to interesting articles!

* I check these regularly, but I cannot vouch for if the domains still exist and, if not, what is currently on them. A lot of resources relating to Pern are from the 90s/early 2000s and liable to be replaced by random hosting spam. EDIT: walks-the-ages has added some excellent comments about the Wayback Machine! (And many thanks for backing the pages up on it.)

World Building – Canon

Dragon Lover's Guide to Pern, by Jody Lynn Nye – Link

Hosted by peoplepern.narod.ru, this website is in Russian but has a full English digitised DLG complete with pictures.

All the Songs of Pern – Link

Song Lyrics and Poetry – Link

Music From the World of Anne McCaffrey's Pern by Tania Opland and Mike Freeman – Link

It's worth noting that while the songbooks and CDs are available to buy, all the music is also available through Spotify.

Curses, Oaths, and Maledicta – Links

Pernese Sayings/Curses from Pern Etc. – Links

Anti Fandom Wiki – Link

World Building – 'Fanon'

News From Bree – Multiple links below!

Threadfall Patterns – Link Pern Demographics – Link Can Menolly Outrun Thread? – Link Dragon Demographics – Link Bargaining for Bubbly Pies – Link Originally a Tolkien fanzine between 1970-1988, the site is now a resource that covers multiple topics of interest to Hartley Patterson.

On Impression, by Faye Upton – Link

A multi-part essay on Upton's thoughts about how Impression does/should work, and its relation to the canon of the fanwork Dragonchoice.

Kadanzar Weyr Handbook – Link

While no longer active (since 2013 as of 2024), Kadanzar has multiple articles talking in depth about the 'canon' of their site, which are interesting reads for how Pern may have functioned. The link is specifically to a text page sharing all of the files uploaded to Kadanzar, and may take some time to load. Not all of the files are world building information (some are just site lists), however many are.

Living On Pern – Link

Shoulder Knots by Wicked Zoeygirl on Deviantart – Link

Oath Roleplay Resources – Link

Notable for its page on dragons and its 'non-canon' charter, which collects or infers mentioned rights from the books.

Xanadu Weyrlinghood – Link

Possibly a wiki page for the Xanadu Weyr MU RP, it has a collection of links relating to weyrlinghood.

Dracogenetics - Link (Google Doc)

Apparently a compilation of work by McCaffrey and Dr Jack Cohen, the site still exists on Geocities but is riddled with spam/virus pop ups: here.

Fandom Topics

A Dragonlover's Guide to Pern Fandom from Kadanzer Weyr – Link The Tentpeg Interview (TW for homophobia and rape mentions) – Link

The Renewable Airforce Document – Link

Alliance Atlantis Dragonriders of Pern 'Making Of/Trailer' - Link

Hosted on Youtube, this is apparently from a CD showcasing the short trailer for their version of Dragonriders of Pern

Ronald D Moore on his cancelled Pern adaptation – Link

Anne McCaffrey – Interviews

Luna Monthly #56, November 1974 – Link

Hosted by FanAc.org, a fan history archive, and conducted by Paul Walker. This heavily discusses gender in the Sci-Fi genre.

Princessions #14, Summer 1983 – Link

Hosted on Google Drive, by this blog runner. Princessions was a Wonder Woman newszine, but switched to being about uplifting women's voices in the Scifantasy space. The interviews take place during the White Dragon book tour.

The Power of Science Fiction and Fantasy with Anne McCaffrey & Elizabeth Ann Scarborough – Link

Hosted on Youtube by A DISCUSSION WITH National Authors on Tour, conducted by Kay Drache of Hennepin County Library.

Collaborating with Anne McCaffrey: An interview with Elizabeth Moon – Link

Hosted on katemacdonald.net, conducted by Kate Macdonald. This talks at length about Moon writing the Planet Pirate series.

Anne McCaffrey - Women Writers, Channel 4 1988 – Link

Hosted on Youtube by Nearrrggghh.

Anne McCaffrey: Norwescon 16 Interview & House Tour – Link

Advice from a Master: Anne McCaffrey – Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 Time Out of Mind Episode 4 – Link

Hosted on Youtube, Time Out of Mind was a 1979 BBC 2 series about science fiction.

An Interview With Anne McCaffrey by Lynne Jamneck – Link

[loekazz]

My piece for the TGTT project for @artists-guild-of-exandria! 

Maledicta Hexos, the spirit naga leading an army set to invade Syngorn. She possesses one of the Astural Scrolls that have granted her supernatural powers.

[cursedbeasts]

Earlier Bast Maledicta design :)

early 2023

[lelebsims]

🖤✨ Meet Sister Maledicta ✨🖤

#SpookyCasChallenge Day 12 - Cult Leader

Welcome back to the dark and mystical world of my Halloween series! 🌙🕯️ I’m thrilled to introduce the twelfth character in this eerie journey: Sister Maledicta.

Sister Maledicta is no ordinary nun. Cloaked in the guise of piety, she harbors a malevolent spirit and a heart filled with darkness. Her eyes, cold and piercing, seem to see into the very souls of those who cross her path. 🕯️

Her story is one of twisted faith and unholy power. Once a devout servant, Sister Maledicta was corrupted by dark forces, transforming her into a harbinger of doom. Her presence in the convent is a source of fear and dread, as she manipulates and controls with an iron will.

Stay tuned for more characters and tales as we delve deeper into this spellbinding series. 🖤✨

[phoenixtheblack-cc]

"Runic Maledicta" Chest Tattoo

A combination of Demonic symbols, Viking writings and Nature hanging from it, what can I say, I got a weak spots for such designs :3

3 Colors

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