#red goddess

[kleioscanvas]

Family Portrait

[156shadesofscarlet]

Promethea Vol 1 #21

Cover by J.H. Williams III and Jeromy Cox

Written by Alan Moore

Published in August 2002

[marilettisuccubi]

[skunts-own-truth]

I’m so ready to study the Lunar Way, the red way.

[scrollofthoth]

Whenever possible, I like to use ingredients from my own garden to make my sacred oils. This limits some products to a single batch per year. The 2023 vintage of our Red Goddess Oil and Prosperity Oil have been started. They won’t be ready for several months. To celebrate, I’m offering 20% off all sacred oils in my Scarlet Ibis Apothecary Ko-fi store until the end of August. Use coupon code 20OFF2022.

[eleemosynecdoche]

How does one do Glorantha?

You do it like this:

The Man of Quality

A man dressed in white robes with two golden stripes stepped into the GHQ pavilion one day in the Zeroth. He spake, saying, "As you are antinomians, tell me. My brother's uke disrespected our family, by eating at the same table as his wife. Shall I then transgress the old laws, and kill him?" 

Deneskerva began, "That's not what-" 

The Living Goddess rose from her chair. "I've got this, honey," she said. "You can keep working on the grain dole with sweetcheeks here." And she did lightly smack Etyries upon her ziggurat of repose. Teelo Estara faced the man of quality, and plucked some cherries from a bowl. "You can do whatever you feel like in life," she said, eating them. She smiled, teeth stained red with their juices. "Such have I said, but it is a simple truth. I suppose a man of quality like you understands the necessity of one speech for the lowly and another for the mediocre orders and still another for the high and mighty. Just as you might beat a lowly slave girl to the point of death for mixing up the robe of authority with the robe of dominion, but merely deliver ten lashes with the whip to a scribe who fumbles his B's." 

Eserela closed her eyes and covered her mouth. Doskalos stuck his head in, saw what was happening, and turned and walked out immediately. The man of quality shifted uneasily, for the first and second manumissions had happened already. "I suppose," he said, thinking that perhaps this fraud was also a hypocrite. 

"So, then, here is a speech for a man of quality such as yourself." Teelo Estara spat one of the cherry pits into a wooden spittoon. "Behold the prison of the conventional order!" she said. "The pit of the cherry is the seed of the tree, and yet we gather them into one place where they cannot be sown. Should they not instead be scattered freely, such that many trees could grow and their fragrant flowers blossom? I imagine many maidens of virtuous heart would agree with the proposition, that they ought to scatter seed more freely." And Eserela choked at this. 

In a moment, though, she raised up one hand and said, "I'm fine, I'm fine, Teelo you don't need to squeeze me so tightly, I'm not going anywhere." 

And the man of quality avoided looking at anyone else while this was happening. Finally, when all was settled, he said, "I suppose it is hard to disagree with the reasoning there."

Teelo Estara spat the other cherry pit at his face, where it hit the bridge of his nose and bounced off, leaving stains of red. "And yet," she said, "It has brought you nothing but hurt and loss of dignity. Perhaps the prison of the conventional order is only such because of the chains, and not because the building is built wicked, yes?" She sighed at the expression on the man of quality's face. "Pick the pit up."

He did so, and at her further direction, put it in the spittoon. 

"Now as for ukes and other catamites, they have the privilege of favor, and of defiance, and so it is well and good for them to sit at the high table and make merry with their seme's wife. But for a man of quality, defiance is not a privilege but rather a crime, a blasphemy against the gods. So, are you a man of quality and a blasphemer?" The Living Goddess smiled. 

The man of quality looked around. No help was to be found. "I'm a catamite," he said, helplessly. 

"An unattached, despeate catamite, too," Teelo Estara said. "A pitiful and lonesome being." She smiled. "Accept this boon from me," she proclaimed, "That you will go unattached no more! Doskalos, get in here." 

Her son scrabbled in and saluted his mother. She said, "Rouge your cheeks. Stain your lips. Outline your eyes. And when you're done, take this newly appointed catamite somewhere and bless him repeatedly. With rest breaks, if necessary." 

Doskalos looked at the man, who looked back at him. He smiled gently. The man cringed. "Oh, look at that," Teelo Estara said, "he looks like a naughty puppy! After you've blown out his back walls, get him a collar too." 

And the man of quality lost his quality and became, after some exploration of his self, a very happy catamite and uke.

[haloquin]

My debut single: Red Goddess, Come

I’m so thrilled to be able to announce my debut single!!! It’s been sent out to distributors, the release date is set, the art is made… all there is to do now is tell EVERYONE so that people can listen! This song was crafted in ritual, written with love, and based on the Crimson Craft invocation to the Divine Lovers, used to hold space for our work in the Crimson Coven with embodied magic, divine…

[feminineambrosia]

Time for coffee with exquisitely beautiful Ariel Piper Fawn

[eddie-generationz]

[lyreofsheliak]

This is not the only reason I love Glorantha, but is definitely one of the reasons. 

The death of Prince Terasarin of Sartar, who "was killed when a stray moonbeam blinded him as he climbed a cliff to escape a hungry dinosaur."

[156shadesofscarlet]

[marilettisuccubi]

[feminineambrosia]

Stunningly beautiful and a work of art. It is too much to ask that you just stay there?

[myhotplaythingsreblogs2]

[feminineflavors]

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