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artofshinga · 21 days

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A bit ago I did a whole-ass set of warlocks based on D&D 5e subclasses - mostly for fun and also because my RP group was planning a warlock game. I didn't HAVE to draw one of each but doing so DID help me decide which one I wanted to play (this is, to note, why the characters are all pretty fem-coded - because that's my favorite to RP) Anyway, after I drew them all, folks asked if I'd do other classes too. And I was like, maybe? But, sorcerer did sound fun to do this with so over the last few months I've been working on them kinda on the side while I put most my energy in, like, the commissions I need to finish lol. But here, a bunch of theoretical sorcerers I'd personally play in a game:

Let's start us off with Iris, a half-elf who'd be living a pretty normal life in a normal job (I was thinking she was probably a waitress or somethin) until she finds something weird - a piece of a meteor or something, you know how it goes. Suddenly she has powers, and that's where her adventure would begin More sorcerers under the cut!

Tally I struggled with because, as it turns out, little mechanical fairy wings are complicated to draw. BUT also fun - I liked the idea of a fairy who's lost her wings and while she's trapped in the material plane she befriends a clockmaker who builds her little wings for her and eventually her magic ends up kind of syncing up with the mechanical way he teaches her about the world

Elysia was actually the last one I drew, since I have a DIFFERENT Divine Soul sorcerer I've already designed and want to play as a priority, but then I happened to see something about Greek gods while watching TV one day and thought, oh hey, that'd be a fun way to play with a divinity-themed sorcerer - maybe a musician that caught the affections of a god who blessed her with magic

Cherish is a cheerful tiefling working at an inn with her former-adventurer mother. We can guess what sort of things her mother got up to in her adventure since she ended up raising a child with some mysteriously draconic features

NGL Aine was just a way for me to play with some of the inspirations I used to cling to as a kid. Sailor Moon and other various bits of anime and JRPGs and such that I loved in my youth and used a LOT to inspire art. I wanted to remember that - and a catgirl wearing too many belts sounded perfect for that

Leila is probably my weirdest - she's SPECIFIC, like if there's a campaign set in the Shadowfell or something, I imagined a maid working in a mansion that gets magicked away to this realm and her gaining that shadow power when it happens

One of my first 5e characters was a storm sorcerer - more focused on rain and lightning and thunder. I used the same hair color and close to the same skin color to make this new storm sorcerer as a bit of a nod to that character, and wanted this one more focused on winter storms (including making her a winter eladrin elf)

and last but certainly not least, Gemma the halfling cursed with wild magic. I think she started off her adventuring life with a thieves' group before they found the wrong magic artifact. You know how it goes

#sorcerer #divine soul sorcerer #storm sorcerer #wild magic sorcerer #aberrant mind sorcerer #clockwork soul sorcerer #draconic bloodline #lunar sorcerer #shadow magic #tiefling #half elf #halfling #eladrin #tabaxi #fairy

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laurancezvahlslefteyebrow · 4 months

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it’s time

Gene’s Redesign

alrighty you know the drill:

The clothes and armor he wears while in the Overworld.. Yeah he stole them.

He hated Dante for getting him killed but when he learned about his family, part of him felt guilty and well as sad that he couldn’t be a part of it. He quickly brushed it off but it’s still there in the back of his mind.

He was executed, revived and gained his immortality all at 19, so he’ll physically never age past it. Even though when we meet him in the story he’s technically 29 years old.

His mother was a siren, and some of those magickal abilities were passed to him. A siren is anyone who possesses magicks that deals with the mind, most commonly the ability to influence a person’s decisions or actions. Gene however has a different type of mind magicks. He cannot directly influence a person’s decisions or actions but he can remove, insert, or change a persons memory which in turn can affect their actions and decisions.

He figured that out during guard training while in a fight. He was pinned and about to have his ass handed to him when he panicked and tried to push his attackers face away with his hands. Something in him told him to assert that his attacker actually liked him, and never wanted to fight him in the first place. And just like that, suddenly that was true.

He used his new found ability a lot in order to gain favor from just about everyone in his village, the only person he never used it on was Dante.

This ability, his intellect, and sheer battle skills are what allowed him to gain so much favor from Shad. Shad knew he was powerful in just about every sense of the word, however, his sheer thirst for power blinded him and made him easy to manipulate. Hense why Shad put him in charge of the Shadow Knights whilst Shad lacked a physical body.

If Gene’s physical body were to ever die, it would shortly after disappear in a puff of black smoke and reappear some time later on an alter in the Nether. As long as Shad lives, that is. Each time this happens however, he loses a bit of Shad and the Shadow Knight’s respect. The Blue Flame know this and have a competition amongst themselves over who can kill him the most times. They find this really funny. Gene does not.

Gene and Zenix despise eachother. If they see eachother, it’s on sight. And seeing as their both immortal, things get pretty interesting.

He’s given himself piercings out of boredom. He had to use his armor though, because if he were to use a non-Shadow Knight tool, the holes would heal and close. The only thing that can scar a Shadow Knight, is damage delt by a Shadow Knight.

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halluciniwaynia · 6 months

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The whole thing w/ ascended astarion tbh feels to me like a lot of people either willingly or maliciously being ignorant of how much bg3 goes into criticizing how power fantasies are often maladaptive or just unhealthy for people to hold for long periods of time

like the “cycle of abuse” exists because the behavior is learned and people will repeat what others have done to them, stewing in the mess that has been created. whether you like it or not, it is a human tendency to think inflicting pain upon others will soothe your own. you are not magically immune to being a terrible person because of the fact you were abused, in fact this is common. this is why people love astarion to begin with. unfortunately too many people have their heads up their asses and think that fiction doesn’t affect reality when in reality what is being shown is how the “cycle of abuse” works. it’s how abused people learn to terrorize others. literally every kid w/ generational trauma goes through this at some point like it is insanely common to realize your parents were abused by their own parents but that does not change what they did to you

What bg3 astarion says is that abuse cannot be magicked away like it is in movies or fantasy or books—abused people getting “back” at their abusers is not always a good thing and often makes people worse

like when so many ppl are mad the writers showed them the reality of what happens when angry people take shit too far and do unhealthy things to themselves and end up as terrible people because of it you know it’s just poor reading comprehension. it’s not Neil’s fault. It’s not larian’s fault. you’re the same kind of person who would read fifty shades of gray and moralize your way out of that too. your inability to see fiction as a conduit for real problems to be spoken about is not the fault of anyone but yourself. just because you can’t stop being horny and hate it when real literary criticism involves saying your kink/fetish/coping mechanisms/diseased way of looking at your own trauma doesn’t mean the writing is bad. you’re just a weirdo

#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #baldur’s gate 3 #astarion #astarion bg3 #ascended astarion #fuck it this is going in the tag

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cosmic-dichotomy · 7 months

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Necomancers hate them! Local half-orc has huge ass and even bigger heart

The Stormbringers were a tribe of orcs that were, for centuries, feared. Their warhorses were said to bring a fear into your heart like you were facing a tempest.

The leader of the Stormbringers when our story begins was a woman named Ferin. She was a powerful sorcerer, and as time went on, her magicks grew darker. She grew obsessed with death, with the idea of defeating it permanently. Her style of necromancer was particularly heinous: she drained the life of her victims, using them to fuel her own life, and then puppeted their bodies in battle. Those she drained were utterly destroyed, not merely killed. Their very souls fueled her.

The Stormbringers were aware of Ferin's necromancy, but not the depths of her profanity. She was beloved to them, a fair leader who had led them to victory for many years, and many chose to see her longevity and health as a blessing, rather than trickery.

Her ways angered the gods themselves, particularly those who lorded over the domain of death. With so many souls destroyed, Ferin had not only profaned the balance and cycle of nature, but had upset the balance of souls in the universe. She owed death a debt of souls, and they eventually came to collect. Eight times did death appear before Ferin, and eight times she refused to pay. On the ninth time, death did not ask. What wouldn't be given willingly would be taken. On the night that death took its revenge on Ferin, eight Stormbringer babes screamed, for their very souls had been marked for the sacrifice. For Ferin's sins, her entire tribe was punished.

One such babe was, at the time, the toddler Golnar. Golnar's life was already storied, for its mother was a noblewoman, Zoreh Tilki, who had eloped with its father some years before. And its father was Ferin's own son, Fregga. Not only did Golnar cry out that night, so too did its yet unborn brother Firouz.

Death came quickly after that. A band of adventurers, led by Selna, a paladin of Kelvemor and Sturm, a paladin of Tyr, marched on the Stormbringers. Led by their own self-righteousness, they slaughtered almost the entire clan, sparing only the elves and humans they believed had been kidnapped and bewitched by Ferin. Selna also refused to allow the young children to be killed, a choice that nearly brought her and Sturm to blows. Eight orc and half-orc children were spared the slaughter, the eldest of which was a six-year-old Golnar, and the youngest of which was a mere infant.

The orphans grew up in the slums of the very city Golnar's mother hailed from, though neither mother nor child knew the other lived. The eight were always an oddity, looking more like tieflings than orcs. (I do not know enough about the Faerun setting to pick a big city, but Golnar grew up in complete poverty, surrounded by nonhumans and a large number of tieflings, to the point that it speaks Infernal fluently.)

When a sickness went through its community, Golnar became truly enshrined with Death. Very few survived, and it shaped Golnar into the person it is today. It began working as a healer at fourteen, learning at the shoulder of Selna, the very paladin who had saved it as a child, who came to save it again. Even after the plague was gone, Golnar chose to heal. But its focus was on the elderly, the ill, the frail, the dying. It learned of Kelemvor at that time from Selna, and began to receive visions and dreams from the god from the moment it heard his name.

In its dreams, Golnar serves Death still. While it sleeps, its soul is transported to Death’s domain where it tend the souls of the recently deceased as a soul gardener, digging grave-plots for the souls to slumber until their next step. Over the years, it seemed that Kelemvor became truly fond of Golnar, doting on it and favoring it with magic and gifts. When it dies, its soul will return to his domain for eternity, to serve him in death as it did in life. As soon as it was old enough, it swore its paladin's oath before Selna, taking up their weapon to ensure that the cycle of life and death is always respected. It left behind the other orphans, all of whom it has lost contact with, with the sole exception of its brother, who they write too frequently.

As a paladin that serves Death, Golnar's adventuring life is primarily that of a monster hunter. They particularly target the undead and those who raise them, as well as those who cause great amounts of unnecessary death. These types of jobs are not very frequent, so functionally Golnar is a traveling healer. They tend to the sick and dying, but also ease the pains of birth and broken bone with holy magic, a gentle hand, and an even gentler manner. They never stay in one place for long, both due to their calling.

Unfortunately, the way it's lived its life has led to Golnar being a recluse. It is so preoccupied with death that it’s lost sight of what makes death worth it all: the life you’ve lived. It has no friends, no close family, nothing to look forward to or care about besides the dead and dying, and see no value in its own soul except for what it’ll be when it dies.

Golnar is also a romantic, a devoted soul who has a great deal of love inside that has only ever been aimed towards the dead and dying. It has a strong sense of politeness and chivalry, and loves stories and song. It doesn't remember its surname, but has taken the monicker "Strifeslayer" to remind itself what it aims for.

Its heart and kindness are obvious to any who speak to Golnar, but said heart is guarded and uncertain. Though it has had quite a few flings and dalliances, the one intended longterm romantic entanglement Golnar allowed itself in its youth ended when its partner abandoned it and the community they had been defending to a grim fate. Golnar prevailed, but it never sought out its first love again. It fears that its purpose and dedication have left them with a heart incapable of experiencing deep lasting love.

#golnar

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forabeatofadrum · 9 months

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Happy Wednesday everyone. Woo WOO! Thank you @artsyunderstudy for the tag!

The Class Menagerie is almost done. I thought that the deadline was today, but it's actually September 10th. I might be turning 25 in less than a month, but I guess that at some moments, I am Jared 19. It's a good thing I have some extra time. All the animals have been found, but I am once again stuck on the whole romantic ending thing, where my aroace ass is basically thinking: "How do they go from rescuing animals to kissing?"

This later deadline also makes me feel less guilty about thinking about my Snowbaz TOTK-inspired fic. I am having a lot of fun with the world building here. (Plot who idk her shhh shhhhh!!!)

I am not pretending to be creative here. In this fic, the Sky Islands were also created by an ancient magickal species and guess what I called them? The Sonai.

“I am a Mecha,” it says. “A Mecha?” “Yes, built by the Sonai. I am a Nursing Mecha and I have been looking over you.” I blink a couple of times. I need to process this. “What are the Sonai?” “The Sonai are an ancient civilisation. They are long, long gone. They built this place, but after many decades, they decided to leave the World of Mages. The Land Up Here and us Mechas are the only things that are left of their time.” “The Land Up Here?” I look around. I realise I am on a Sky Island. “The Sonai were powerful beings,” the Nursing Mecha says, “Yet, naming things wasn’t their strongest suit.” The Nursing Mecha makes some noises. Is it laughing?

For the non-Zelda fans, in the original game, the Sky Islands were made by the Zonai. Also, I called the surface The Land Below There.

As I mentioned, I don't want to use the story of Tears of the Kingdom, so it's fun figuring out what I can use (and potentially adapt) from the game. Right now I have the Zonai, the Constructs, the dragons and uhhhh... the ARMOUR. Yes, this is all so that I can put Simon in the Frostbite shirt:

Come on, guys!!! It has an open back, which would work perfectly for his wings!

If I had more artistic talent, I'd draw it. AND I WOULD GIVE SIMON THE PEARL EARRINGS TO MATCH.

And now, the weather: @quizasvivamos @blurglesmurfklaine @coffeegleek @esperantoauthor @otherworldsivelivedin @caramelcoffeeaddict @sillyunicorn @bazzybelle @dragoneggos @raenestee @tectonicduck @nightimedreamersworld @urban-sith @thnxforknowingme @captain-aralias @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @justgleekout @cerriddwenluna @tea-brigade @ivelovedhimthroughworse @moodandmist @whogaveyoupermission @bookish-bogwitch @confused-bi-queer @aroace-genderfluid-sheep @ionlydrinkhotwater @1908jmd @special-bc-ur-part-of-it @larkral @chen-chen-chen-again-chen @cutestkilla @nausikaaa /@wellbelesbian @martsonmars @facewithoutheart @shrekgogurt @boyinjeans @rockitmans @bitbybitwrites @blackberrysummerblog @whatevertheweather

#i am a huge fan of the combo of the archaic legwear and the frostbite shirt and no headgear so that link's hair is untied #but ideally i'd also add the pearl earrings to the look #but for some reason #link ties his hair while wearing jewelry #so alas #wip wednesday #tagged in

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sygol · 10 months

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you have a sigil? thatss so coool is there a way for us to get one?

use the imagination engine, go ahead put some gas¹ in it, and get going, magic is best done from the "heart" or the "soul", but if thats not your style, then you should read into something like chaos magick or whatever, that being a said, i want to also mention that before you dive head first into things, consider that being a demon sucks and people like me are concieted pricks, do your own research etc

1. made popular by the rapper 2 Chainz, "gas" is used to refer to high-grade marijuana. btw this fact is sourced from urban dictionary and i could not find any other reference to who originated or popularized the term, so the 2 chainz part might not mean anything, but of all the times i have heard someone refer to their marijuana/cannabis as gas, it had indeed been some Good Ass Shit, so that part is undenyable, people lie about dirt being mid but not gas, cause like being mid is well enough, so theres no need to lie about it, gas is a sacred term to describe a severity of quality, people fucking know what gas is, gas powers the world

#asks #^w^

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zvdvdlvr · 2 years

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the witch and reality shifter

w. maximoff

warnings: choking, protective wanda, reality shifter reader (🥴), vecna gets his assed mauled lmao

summary: in some turn of events, vecna

has captured the only other teen with (unmentioned) powers. with the teen compromised, a certain hero saves them.

reader's pronouns: they/them

a/n: no MoM spoilers (i havent seen it), ST4, V2 SPIOLERS, i have not shifted, so idk if have this shit is accurate, and if this writing is uncanonly inaccurate, leave me alone, eddie dies im not okay

"okay, lets haul ass people! you know the plan, chop chop!" steve urged at the four kids leaving the camper.

y/n sighed, already know what happens, and mutters, "what crawled up his ass?"

lucas shakes his head as his friends' words, and looks up at the redhead a few steps ahead.

after giving the house another once over, max mayfield leads the way into the house where it all began.

unconsciousness was like a black wave, unrelentless and violent. beautiful and quite deadly, it is.

y/n was currently fighting that unconsciousness as vecna finally captured them and threw them into the wall. all of this violence was unscripted, but it was certain that y/n couldn't die. it was (literally) written into the fabric of the reality.

shifting realities or consciousnesses was an activity... a hobby of sorts. it helped them forget about the 'real' world, the 'real' issues. it was worse than Hel, y/n's original reality, so they resorted to shifting; a way to project your consciousness into another you, and another reality. it helped release tension between y/n and other people they talked to in their reality.

they had shifted multiple times already, with multiple methods.

marvel, harry potter, mortal instruments and keeper of the lost cities were only some of the books they've shifted to.

during their time in the marvel universe, y/n had explained what shifting was, and dr. strange had given them tips and tricks to help them shift. 18392/10, overall bestie.

wanda basically became y/n's older sister/mother figure.

vecan stopped and turned his head, eyes peering into y/n's. "you belong here... with me..." he drawled, dragging a long finger across her cheek.

"no, peter-" y/n choked out, "i really d-don't."

vines were slowly crawling up her body, tethering them to the wall behind them. keepibg her paralyzed i what they were doing.

"yes. yes, you do." he murmured. "we could do more. we could... rule-" he started.

y/n coughed. "rule what?" they spat.

a smirk pulled at the corner of vecna's lips. "everything."

his hand slowly started to rise. to kill them- to take their powers.

he stopped. "i'm disappointed." he said, resuming his movements.

it started quietly. y/n almsot wasnt sure they even heard anything, but it was there.

scarlet wisps of magick showed from behind vecna.

"hey kiddo."

the scarlet witch stepped out of her portal.

"get off of them." she murmured eerily at vecna, snapping her wrist and paralyzing him.

she worked fast. all at once, the deadly vines fell off of y/n body.

"wanda." y/n whispered, looking at her with a weak smile.

"hello, little one." she said, smiling widely.

then, after a moment, the witch and the reality shifter turned to the struggling Arch-Lich.

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adureus · 5 months

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⠀⠀⠀𝐀𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 : 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐀.

➤ Lithification / The Crystal’s Curse

Leechdoms against Aetherborne Lithasis, the disease of stone engendered upon a man's flesh or hight commonly the Crystal's Curse. Concretion comes oftenest of corrupt humors after exposure to surfeits of Aether, at which time the flesh whilom grows swarthy. To asses severity and progress of the disease, with frequent scarifying, whilom with mickle, whilom with slight, wean and draw calculus from the affected place. Should the excrescence be purulent the patient is not to be let blood on a vein, but rather be tended with potions of a perfluent and calming nature applied inwardly, with which the senses might be deadened. Let the sufferer drink this for sixteen mornings, more if there be need of it, and let him partake in neither milk of the Stolas, nor the flesh of Bo, be it wild or domesticke, nor flesh Wyrm, nor fresh Aldgoat, nor aught of that with armor of chitin or shells, as the Adamantoise, and by no means let them draw of the foul smoke of tabac. Should the excrescence be stony, the flesh is to be fomented and warmed and to be tended with warm appliances. You shall first warm the cold with triturated sulfur mingled with flecks of aurum weighed against one gil. Take then a kettle and put of the sulfur and aurum two parts to one of wine and mingle with bomb ash and Chocobo sharn and a wort hight Morganbeard of which the netherward part is grated and sifted through a sieve. Boil till that it be as thick as a tear of honey and smear wound therewith and overlay the wound with linen and woll of a ewe sodden in sharp vinegar.

⸻ The Art of FINAL FANTASY XVI

Aether in XVI borrows some similarities and properties from other Final Fantasy games ( considered the life force of the star and all living beings ). It's something to be respected and left undisturbed, and the consequences of its abuse range from mild to dire. ( eg. why the land reacts so violently to the Mothercrystals. One’s Aether is could arguably be attached to one's psyche as well. Hence why the Akashic are void of their wills. At the end of the day, everything returns to the star and its rudimental form ). Those who wield swords typically direct magic to their non-dominant hand as the curse will manifest there first, so they can preserve some dexterity should it render them immobile in the future. Both hands are used when more Aether is needed to channel magicks.

Like mentioned earlier, Aether probably isn't intended to be weaponized, and it’s why Bearers / Dominants who concentrate and utilize it beyond its purpose are afflicted by petrification and neuropathic damage. It’s also why Crystal fetters cause pain and exhaust those enchained when removed. It gradually kills ( and possibly explains why Clive experiences so much pain when he absorbs the power of other Eikons. But, I'm curious as to why he feels no discomfort in Cid or Jill’s case, when Ramuh and Shiva are absorbed, respectively ). Disrespect nature and it'll disrespect you.

The nerves of the body could play a significant role in the channelling of Aether. Dominants prime and a loose outline of the nerves of the face light up while suffused with Aether, but in the process, it damages internals to the point of coughing blood if the Dominant is too liberal in its use. It's debatable if a Bearer is able to concentrate nearly as much as a Dominant could ( I don't remember any comparable examples ), so their symptoms aren't quite as violent. In the case of the Phoenix and Bearers who are capable of healing, they likely reverse injuries by tampering with their patients’ flow of Aether, repairing the flesh at the cost of their own.

Just as an aside, Heartstone ( embedded in Clive and Joshua's vambraces aka The Founders’ Grasp(s), and found in the belly of elder Griffins ) is a byproduct of an excess of Aether. Contrary to what Harpocrates said, and maybe this is my deviation from canon, but I don’t think beasts are exempt from the negative affects of channelling Aether. The process is likely just slower for them compared to humans. I don’t doubt there are some that have considerably high tolerances to it by not weaponizing their Aether ( eg. Chocobos ). Torgal's a special case, and doesn’t call upon his own Eikon nor Aether, but rather the ambient Aether collected from his companions. His armour could act as insulation to protect him from the effects, like a Crystal shard. In Griffins, it’s limited to a sac around their hearts rather than the entirety of their bodies. Their anatomy probably evolved in such a way that Aether is condensed in such a way rather than suffused throughout like humans.

Also Jill's skin isn't pristine and free of scarring either, which is another deviation from canon, and I want to draw a visual of that later!!

#⸢ Jill looks completely fine because it's another case of female protags gotta look PERFECT and that shit's got me heated #cause she is absolutely not fine. ⸥#— 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐘. ╱ headcanons. ❜

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polskasroka · 8 months

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Ghostober Day 1

Welcome to Day 1 of Ghostober created by @kroas-adtam - thank you for the lovely chart filled with all these prompts!

Pairing: Aether/Copia

Main tag(s): Monsterfucking, Tentacles

Additional tag(s)/cw: Choking, Double Penetration (with tentacles/tendrils)

Word Count: 848

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Copia had always thought that he was so powerful and mighty until his favourite ghoul got to lay his hands on him. It never took long before the Papa was a complete mess when Aether decided that he wanted to have him there and then, regardless of the plans that Copia may have had. Yet, Copia didn’t surrender to the ghoul each time – he did so only when the creature had that perilous something in its quintessential aura, when his nebula-like eyes turned red in lust and want, when his reactions to anything were more impulsive than usual.

It was now one of those times.

With Copia pinned to his huge bed, with his face buried in the pillows and butt lifted up, Aether could take and take, and take, for hours on end. The charcoal grey tendrils that seemed to flow out and stretch both from his back and from somewhere underneath the bed held his Papa in place by his wrists tightly. The quintessential nature of theirs must’ve already left its marks, similarly to how the tendril wrapped around his throat had already imprinted a dry burn on the skin there.

Whenever Aether squeezed Copia’s neck, the man would whimper, each time more and more pathetically, both scared of and excited about having his oxygen cut off completely. He’d then ball his fists and thrash too, yet his muscles were nothing in comparison to the powerful ghoul’s strength.

The tendrils kept Copia’s hips raised, so that Aether could constantly stimulate all that needed said stimulation to drive his Papa mad. Relentlessly, he’d slide one of the tendrils in and out of Copia’s hole that was raw from all that the ghoul had already given him. And he wasn’t planning on stopping anytime soon. With another tendril coiled around his Papa’s cock, Aether pumped it, giving him a break only once in a while.

By now, though, the ghoul had his Papa all shaking; tears and sweat had long messed up his face paint and smeared it all over the pillows.

“Aether, no-!” He managed to croak as he turned his head to the side, another stream of tears rolling down his cheeks when the ghoul pushed the second tendril into Copia’s ass, causing a burning stretch in the area.

“You always say that,” Aether growled, sliding it even deeper, making Copia curse aloud, “but you always want more anyway.”

It was some kind of magick and Copia could only suppose it was connected to Aether’s element that indeed made him want more. A smirk crawled onto Aether’s lips when his Papa moved his hips backwards, impaling himself on the two tendrils slick with that quintessential energy.

“You’re going back to Hell for that, you-!”

Copia choked on his words, feeling the loop around his neck tighten, which sent even more electricity down his spine. He shook violently at that sensation that was combined with the permanent tingling inside him – so close to his sweet spot and yet too far away, for the third time that night.

“Anything else you’d wish to add, Sir?” Aether snarled, watching his Papa writhe underneath the tendrils, trying to draw a deeper breath, while both escaping and getting more of the constant slow and agonising thrusting into his hole.

“Aether, please…” Copia coughed, squeezing his eyes shut, focusing on preserving the limited air he had.

“Begging again already? What happened to sending me back to Hell?”

The tight hold around Copia’s neck loosened, so he could catch a breath that got knocked right out of him when Aether put the two tendrils deeper, pushing his Papa farther up the bed. He shivered in pain, his thighs ached and kept trembling and his eyes rolled back as his mouth fell agape.

Aether noticed it and unwrapped the tendril from around Copia’s neck and led it to welcoming lips. He brushed both of them with the tip that tingled the skin and then inserted it, filling up Copia’s mouth and staying there, causing him to moan and mewl around the tendril. He coughed and drooled, then tried to pry it out but it was to no use, since the two tendrils from behind kept pushing him onto the one in the front.

“I’ve figured your mouth still can be of use, since you can’t even answer a simple question,” Aether commented lowly, pressing the tendril down against the back of Copia’s tongue to activate his gag reflex. “What if I make you stay like that? Unable to spit me out or throw up. Until you change your mind and finally say something?”

Copia whined in protest, choking on the tendril, held at the verge of retching and being suffocated again. He did try to form a sentence and then a single word at the very least, but all he could focus on was the fullness in his ass and the strain in his throat and lungs.

“I can wait if that’s. What. My. Papa. Wants.” Aether emphasised each growl by putting more pressure against Copia’s P-spot, having him cry out around the tendril.

#kinktober 2023 #ghostober 2023 #ghost fic #the band ghost #ghost the band #ghost #my post #nameless ghouls #aether #aether ghoul #papa emeritus iv

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Jesus fuck tell me literally anything you want your Ro’Meave family tree got me foaming at the mouth

oh god I shouldn't be given free reign like this. I never know what the people want to hear about.

The only people/generations that I have some stuff written about that I haven't talked about as much would be Maela the Mad and her sister Kulza II, Garmund III and his brother, Simund and Calmund, and Esmund's two children, Astarse and Sion.

I probably have the most written for Maela the Mad, so I'll give what I have on her.

To quickly summarize, Maela the Mad is the person who was essentially the first domino for the great wyvern exodus from the overworld back to their own realm. (Content warning for brief mention of a suicide attempt at the very end. Skip the last two lines in the paragraph that mentions the northern tower)

Also, before I begin, I want to talk about the presence of wyverns in Ru'aun.

You see, before the War of Scales (the war that caused the wyverns to seal off travel to their realm entirely, which happened only like two generations after this btw) wyverns could travel between their realm and the human realm fairly easily as they could make small, temporary portals to travel with. Many wyverns made part-time homes in the Overworld, and a small amount even bonded with humans. Esmund's children and grandchildren had all bonded themselves to a wyvern. (I'm gonna list their names because I fucking love names but if you don't care about that feel free to skip. There was Krysoff, Bemeld, Xarxes, Rmora, Strygr, and Dhurga) However, all but two (Bemeld and Strygr) were adolescent/baby wyverns. Wyverns don't actually gain sentience until their around 300-350 years old. Meaning that before that their minds are more akin to that of an elephant or a dolphin. Intelligent, but not capable of speech and mostly bound to their instincts and (if they have one) their human counterpart.

To start from the beginning, Maela I was the younger twin sister to Kulza II, being born of a Caesarian-Section that left their mother permanently paralyzed from the waist down. Their mother, Astarse III, was pretty old when she had them, and passed away in their mid teenager years. During their adolescence, Kulza bonded to Krysoff and Maela to Xarxes. (Also, their adopted cousin Rahne bonded to Bemeld). Both of the twins were HIGHLY magicks sensitive, however Kulza and Maela were fairly different in their personalities; Kulza was a solid B/B+ when it came to politics, and had a more pragmatic/realist view of the world. She was a bit superstitous and didn't put a whole lot of trust into magick (she only used her magicks as a last resort essentially). Meanwhile, Maela was a scholar who held a deep interest in magicks and witchcraft. She is one of the only people ever recorded by history as being capable of practicing both forms of sorcery. Despite their differences, they got along well and were pretty close with each other. The two of them actually fought together in a war that took place in a northern region (in which they were BARELY twenty years old) where both of them proved to be absolute BEASTS on the battle field: what with their magicks and sick ass wyverns and such. During her time Maela USED to be referred to as Maela the Mage or (mostly by her enemies) Maela the Darkwing, This was partially due to the darker-color auras her magick had and partially due to Xarxes, who was a black wyvern.

Anyway, the war settled down and the both went back to O'Khasis. Kulza married a commander she had met in the war (Simon the Stormwielder, who was also pretty badass) and Maela went back to studying her magicks. Life was pretty alright.

A handful years down the line, Maela started getting even more deep into the witchcraft rabbit whole. She was trying to find ways of amplifying her power so she could better help O'Khasis and defend it if necessary.

Kulza tried to talk her out of it, saying that the deeper she went into magicks the more dangerous it was going to become for herself. Maela didn't really pay her much mind.

One night, at the O'Khasian Archive (The original one, this was several generations before the purge of pages) a great blinding light and the sound of an explosion emanated throughout all of O'Khasis.

Now, Maela had been studying in the archive, and while Maela never told a soul what happened that night, what caused the explosion, what she saw, and what she created, it was pretty safe to assume one of her spells had gone poorly.

While she was still functional and could hold normal conversations, Maela wasn't the same after that night. She reportedly would have instances where she would stare off into random corners of a room with fearful expressions, and instances where she would have a violent mood swing without any trigger. They never lasted more than a few minutes before she returned to her senses, apologized, and quickly withdrew herself from whatever situation she had been. There were also some reports that she had become silently paranoid, constantly looking over her shoulder and around every room she entered like someone was following her.

Kulza got really worried about her. She tried to tell her to take a break from all the magick studying and go off to live in the countryside for a bit to take a breather. Maela refused. She had begun to have dreams, you see. Dreams of realms being created and destroyed, merging and ripping apart. She saw strange and familiar lands burning, and blood spilling across snow.

These dreams were driving her even more insane, and she decided she was going to do a spell to try and figure out what exactly it was that she's seeing.

She cast a spell to see into the future. She saw what she had seen in her dreams, only in greater detail. Her worst fears were confirmed when she was told that that was to be the future. She asked what would cause it, and she was given the following description:

Ruler and Warrior, With bracelets of ink and blood and a face of many patterns, it is from this life which will be born a hatred and betrayal, one that will herald the destruction and rebirth of all that is true and and all that is false. For the herald's destruction must come those that they once loved and loved them in return.

Well, that's needlessly cryptic and foreboding. I mean, how is someone supposed to decipher that? Ink bracelets? Patterned face? Sounds pretty whack if you ask me.

On a completely unrelated note, did I mention that Kulza has vitiligo? And several arm tattoos she got in the war? Must of forgot, my bad.

So, quite a few things happen after that in an undecided amount of time (honestly this could have happened anywhere from a few days to a few years after the vision and I haven't fully planned out everything), but I'll skip to the part where Maela murders Kulza's husband and declared that Kulza needs to die for the safety of the realm. Now, just a little before this happens, Rahne (their cousin) takes off on Bemeld to try and find the one person they think can stop this whole debacle. But while that's happening, Maela has organized a small but loyal band of followers that attempt to storm the castle, while Maela herself flies Xarxes around O'Khasis in case her sister tries to escape. The castle is defended by Kulza's men although Kulza is nowhere to be found herself. On the third night of Maela's horde's attempt to break into the castle, Maela is perched on Xarxes atop the Juumel Katedraal, and hears a pained voice from behind her.

"I beg of you sister, let us end this now, so neither of us shall bear the scorned title of kinslayer."

Maela turns to Kulza, riding atop Krysoff.

"I will end this, dear sister, but only with your death."

And Xarxes takes to the skies.

The battle that took place between the two wyverns and the two sisters was so great and fierce that many of the O'Khasians below mistook the battle for an incoming storm. Lights danced across the sky, arrows flew from Kulza's bow, and the shrieks and roars of wyverns tore through the night like thunder and lightning. Maela threw all the magicks she possessed at her sister, and Kulza became so desperate she finally began to use her own magicks, a terrifying and destructive force that she had kept hidden away for very good reason.

It seemed Lord Luck could not decide which sister he favored. In a single moment, many things happened all at once

Xarxes sunk his teeth into Krysoff's wing, ripping it off in a single motion.

Kulza emitted a a spell that watchers on the city walls described as a dark and molten sun bursting and spreading as if the sky began to crack open.

Kulza fell from her wyvern, but not to her death. Instead, she landed in the lake of the Ro'Meave memorial gardens. She dragged herself into the giant glass mausoleum that held Ro'Mevia's tomb. Maela and Xarxes shattered through the wall, raining glass upon the whole crypt.

Maela was barely able to pick herself off the ground, but still she held a dagger in hand to kill her sister with. However before she got the chance to do anything with it, she felt her arm which held the dagger be pulled back by a large, firm hand.

Remember how I said Rahne was going to get someone's help?

That someone was Esmund the Mother Fucking Protector, who was very much still alive and well at that point in history.

"I return to the place that I built for my wife and our family, only to find her resting place desecrated and two of our wyverns, sworn to this family by blood, dead. What, in the name of all living gods, did you do?"

Maela is trying desperately to explain to him what happened, why Kulza needs to die, and Maela needs to be the one to do it in order to protect the realms from collapsing in on each other. She tells him the vision, the prophecy she was granted. Ruler and Warrior, bracelets of ink and a patterned face. But Esmund just looked at her with disappointment and sadness. He doesn't understand.

Now, this is where things get fuzzy cause I haven't written it all out yet, but essentially, immediately after what became known as the Twinfire Battle, all the wyverns of the realm (since they are telepathically linked) felt the pain and anguish of the two baby wyverns who slaughtered each other because their humans put them against one another. The night that it happened, thousands of wyverns took to the skies and through their combined efforts made several massive portals form throughout Ru'Aun that 95% of the wyverns left through. Bemeld (Rahne's wyvern, who was sentient) explained to Esmund that the wyverns were going into mourning, and they would not be back for a very long time. Only a few wyverns, who's bond with their human ran very deep, stayed behind. Bemeld said they would serve the rest of their life bond to Rahne before returning to the wyvern realm as well.

In the following days, after talking to Esmund and seeing him off as he returned to the Divine Warriors, Kulza makes a decision. Though, if we're being honest with ourselves, it wasn't really a decision as she knew in her heart she would've never picked the alternative.

Kulza did not have her sister executed. Despite the betrayal, despite her husband's needless death, despite the death of their wyverns, despite everything, Maela is still Kulza's sister.

And Kulza still loves her. She is all that she has left.

But what she does, out of love, is crueler some might argue than a quick end.

Maela was taken to the northern tower and kept there for the rest of her life. Her chambers were comfortable and filled with books, but the chambermaids and guards who looked after her said she had taken to muttering to herself and spent most of her time tracing the lines between the bricks of her holdfast rather than any reading. Many a times she would begin screaming about her dreams and what she saw, repeating the prophecy over and over again. One or two times she tried to fling herself off the tower, crying about how she didn't want to experience the hell of the collapsing realms.

Kulza even tried to visit every once in a while. They went about as well as you'd expect.

Kulza had also been pregnant during the original debacle, as she later found out, and gave birth to a son she named Stormund. She had a second son, Garath, several years later with an unrecorded father.

Maela died at the age of 38 from unknown causes, as Kulza refused to release any details about her sisters death, and all of the guards and chambermaids were sworn to secrecy. Kulza herself passed ten years later, on the evening before the anniversary of Maela's death.

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the-martyrfication-of-the-matron · 1 year

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Do you have any Logan HCs?

Obviously.

Can’t forget my greasy little dog man that I find really attractive for no real reason.

-Brothel regular pre-Dating Donna. Because he’s a little slime man.

-He does bathe he just… doesn’t look like he does…

-He’s got the mouth of a drunken sailor.

-Trilingual, in Tu’Lan, Gal’Run and Ru’Auni, since they’re the big three regions for trade and he is a merchant.

-He was 5’11 when he first arrived in Phoenix Drop, but the werewolf transformation bumped him up to 6’5. He’s actually really short for a werewolf, and so he no longer does any trade with Brightport and Pikoro himself, he typically sends Malachi to do it for him.

-He would probably smoke if there were cigarettes available in MCD time.

-He doesn’t get drunk easily.

-He can play the lute, a little side hustle he used to have when merchanting was slow, but he usually only plays when it’s to entertain his kids or to make Donna happy on a stressful day.

-He looks like 5+ years older than he actually is.

-He is incredibly sunburnt all the time

-He has a horse called Captain.

-He’s chubby buff because, like idk if anyone can tell, that’s my type. And since a lot of his muscle came from the werewolf transformation, he has a load of stretch marks.

-He worships the Gal’Run gods, though prays to the Ru’Auni saints occasionally. He’s found more luck with his own gods, but he’s not against experimenting.

-He’s only not considered the alpha of the Phoenix drop wolf pack because every time the werewolves try to talk to him he just… leaves. Like he’s the eldest one there but he’s more likely to spontaneously combust than actually be useful.

-Donna introduced herself as a merchant when they first met, so imagine his shock when he found out she was basically just a pimp.

-Banned from Nana’s tavern but still goes there because he gets in little brawls all the time.

-His dad was also a merchant, and his mother was a farmer, so he grew up fairly wealthy. Those that control the food supply have the most power in small communities.

-He enjoys reading, even though Donna took him for being stupid. It’s a good way to get a grasp of the local culture and what’s valued there, and therefore what sells better.

-He loves his wife so much, like maybe he did only get with her to get some ass, maybe she only got with him for his money, but fuck if what he feels for her now isn’t love then love doesn’t exist.

-He isn’t home all the time because merchant things means he has to travel, but when he is, he spends every non-work hour with his family. He acts like they irritate him but there’s honestly no one he’d rather spend time with.

-He enjoys picking on Aphmau way to much.

-he helps Brendan out on occasion. It’s something to do when he needs a break from work.

-He was a really weak werewolf at first, but over the 15 years he really bulked up and now he’s definitely up there with some of the strongest people in the village.

-He’s a cat person. Like okay yea he’s part dog, but cats are where his love lies. To contrast, Donna is a dog person.

-He keeps his hair about shoulder length, so it’s not too long, but Donna can still play with it.

-He wears a lot of iron jewellery, and like most human-presenting werewolves, a silver ring to keep himself in check.

-He’s not got any magicks, but he has a natural immunity to it, so charming spells don’t work on him. But on the same note, he’s a little slime man, so normal charming and flirting works way too well.

#aphmau #aphverse #rewrite #aphblr #minecraft diaries #mcd #amaranth #logan (mcd)

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oliver study time? oliver study time. lets get to know ollie boy!!

i had tons of fun with mike crew so i'll be doing this to oliver banks now since i always get confused with his personality n also death so.

avatar of the end, duh. he sees tendrils tied to ppl who are abt to die. so like only ppl who r close to dying have those tendrils then? i'm assuming so.

originally he dreamed of ppl's deaths 10 days before their death. around 2014, maybe 2013, he started seeing the tendrils awake as well.

he has 3 aliases: antonio blake, the coroner (cool ass title), and Dr. Thomas Pritchard (random ass name but we move on)

he died by satellite impact but came back ofc, at a research vessel near Point Nemo

descriptions: tall, dark n handsome. lmao, he's tall, he's black, he's careworn???? don't know what that means. n also has worry lines on his face. boy is anxious. oh careworn means "tired and unhappy because of prolonged worry". boy is depressed and anxious, mood.

2000-2006: boyfriend Graham!! in 2000-2001. dated 6 years, lived together, broke up before 2007. Ollie moved to london around 2005 "to do his undergraduate degree at the London School of Economics and started working at Barclays directly after graduating" boy went to school! undergraduate means this is his first degree btw! also wtf is barclays? oh i googled it its a back. heh oliver banks. works in a bank. hehe. oh shit, boy got too stressed, had a breakdown after barely a year n had a dramatic exit from his job around 2007. his dreams started soon after.

ok i just saw graham's page. he died in 2006. no wonder they broke up, oliver probably realized smth was wrong or the notthem ruined their relationship. poor boy :( but also i cant remember if graham broke up with ollie before or after his death. hmm. they might have broken up since graham was obsessed with that table n eating notebooks n shit.

around 2013: 2015, oliver was working on a magick shop. king. they sold crystals n tarot cards. jane prentiss mentioned him looking at her with deep sadness n even fear. this is where jane worked not oliver

oliver worked on a shop that in soho that had a sign saying "Crystals. Books. Tarot" pretty straight to the point. he asked jennifer what she was listening to even tho she had no headphones on n when altered to this he just walked away muttering a warning abt protecting her ears. so. he's awkward as well. how cute

march 2015: he gives a statement, under antonio blake, abt gertrude's death. so gertrude died around this time then.

mid 2015-2018: "Oliver assumed the identity of a chemist and boarded an unnamed research vessel in the hopes of getting some restful sleep" boy what. how do you go from A to B here. i'll read the statement in a bit to get more context but this sounds WILD w/o context. n then when he notices theyre all abt to die cuz of the vines he. kills the captain? n leads everyone to a location that gets hit by a satellite killing them instantly.

2018: oliver gives the statement to coma jon, saying the web sent him, which is interesting how the web has so much power but its all so behind the scenes. when georgie encounters him he uses his alias antonio blake again, but she knows shes an avatar of the end right away n that he reminds her of someone evil which. yikes!

post-change: he has his own domain, corpse roots, n gives jon another statement, also theorizes abt the ruined world. he's a nerd <3

still unsure of his age but! if he started his undergratuate in his 20's in 2005, then by 2016, the start of the podcast, he's around his 30's, probs 31.

let's get into the statements

mag 11: Dreamer: ok so his work stress also had a hand on the breakup actually, n he left their home to stay with some friends. he slept on his friend's Anahita's sofa, n thats when he started having the dreams.

the dreams were irregular throughout the years, so at least it wasnt everyday. he read tons of books abt esoteric dreaming but found nothing of value.

he also saw his father's death, n couldnt stop it. even after his death, he saw his father in his dreams for a month and a half

he lied to get into the institute to give his statement to gertrude, knowing she would die soon. poor boy just wanted to help somebody, even if he couldnt help his father :(

mag 42: Grifter's Bone: interesting that jennifer did not die but oliver still warned to protect her ears. she didnt even suffer damage since she took precautions. how did he know? did he see a ton other ppl with tendrils in their ears? did he actually change the trajectory of her death by being a puzzling man warning her to protect her ears?

she did kill herself by hitting her head with a hammer. does this mean that, even tho she didnt die by the grifter's bone, she still did die? like oliver sees when ppl r going to die n the only thing he can maybe change is the way that it happens? thats fucked up

mag 121: Far Away: he can feel the tendrils when they appear irl! he feels a chill when he touches or brushes against one. he isolates himself since he doesnt want to see ppl's deaths, but he cant escape that entirely. probs saw neighbors n shit, or when he went grocery shopping. or just looked out the window, oof

point nemo is a point in the ocean that is the furthest place away from any civilization. the lonely must like him a little as well, damn. he cant dream abt the place since the vines dont let him. he finds out theres a scientific voyage going to point nemo, he replaces one of the members who is fated to die n takes his identity, deposing of the corpse. him n martin are so alike sometimes how fun. no wonder martin felt threatened lmao.

he has dreamless sleep for a while, keeping to himself. finally got the context lmao. but the vines return when they get to the destination, n he understands their fate n his purpose (as an avatar of the end? as a bringer of death? damn). he makes it so they reach the place where the vines originate from n they all die. this time, he's the one to cause the deaths, not just be a bystander. i bet he also wanted to die a little bit, loosing hope of having a normal life and just wanting it to stop :((

oliver embraces death, becoming an avatar. he also states he's going along with what "she" wants, which could be annabelle cane or just the mother from the web.

mag 168: Roots: (iconic "martin, are you jealous?" episode, just fyi) his alias here is The Coroner, which is rad as shit. he sees the veins of the end, n he has no power to stop the fate of death, but even if he could he wouldnt. "for to rob a soul of death is as torturous as its inevitable coming" grim poet over here lmao

interesting that he measures how close somebody is to death by "stretches" which are "waves" of terror or whatever. some ocean terms here, probs since oliver died in the middle of the ocean, so nice lil detail.

he likes to watch ppl be afraid of their inevitable deaths, even the inevitable deaths of others. we love a lil evil in out handsome men ofc.

he also has his concerns. the ppl will die, but without ppl to die there's no End. he may need other victims from other domains, but that will result in conflict. theres probs not new humans being created, so the humans will eventually run out if the apocalypse keeps going. and when that happens, all the fears will end and this reality will be rid of them. even then, there's no action to be taken to prevent this. the other fears will feed into The End, n he will see this happen, n while this might have terrified him before, he's too much of an avatar to be what he was before, he's more of the end than oliver banks now.

so! oliver is a handsome, tall, black man. he is anxious n also very sad, and awkward. a pretty chill guy regardless. he cares abt ppl, even those he doesnt know. he slowly comes to terms with death tho, n he just starts to like. not care less but just understand that it doesnt matter if they will all die n shit. he will also lie to get his way, n he has mostly good intentions, he's just desensitized to death now. also he might be into magick's. n he used to be a banker but that didnt go well. n also he's gay. king <3<3<3

#tma #the magnus archives #oliver banks #tma oliver banks #tmalesbeen talks #this was fun #hes just a lil guy!!! literally!!!

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Whose idea was it at the time to put it into reference Khalid wasn’t the strongest version of Doctor Fate in DC? By all accounts, none of that made sense.

Khalid is one of the few Doctor Fates that had magic regardless of the helm without significant mystic intervention.

Kent had zero ability so Nabu gave him some.

Jared has NO spell-casting power.

Eric is fucking 12 mentally and chronologically.

Linda & Kent V. are normal ass person.

Only Hector & Inza ever displayed a level of magic on their own. Khalid has some potential to bolster just for being him compared to about half of the others, who literally needed intervention by Nabu or something else to make them capable. By the time that came out, it was already depicted that Nabu purposely chose Kent to manipulate and shape him to be what he wanted. By all accounts, he is intentionally seen as blank slate for Nabu to alter and manipulate his body down to the molecule, physically and mentally molding him in Nabu's image. That whole point is an admission Kent had nothing special and he's the super powerful cool one. Khalid should be potentially one of the most powerful on that ALONE.

Hector got to be extra special because his reincarned parents were Hawk and Dove and gave him super cool magic inherent powers , nevermind the fact that he was conceived through sexual assault with Hawk being possessed that never got addressed. They still let him be super special but Khalid is the weakest?

Khalid's debut storyline also gave him the showcase of circumstances that allowed him to beat a god in his most powerful place of power, said god cowering and calling him master, and could literally take his place in the underworld because of his pharaoh bloodline. That's way more of an impressive first big adventure showing than Eric/Linda managing to pull Anti-Fate away from the helm or Kent V.'s thing with Nergal where we don't even know how he defeated him. It does not quite stand with Hector, who magicked out of the womb, got aged up, and was a complete novice that beat Mordru, the most powerful sorcerer ever period.

Even when Khalid was a newbie, he could manipulate the elements for creative solutions and stop time with some lessons from Kent. Compared to Eric, struggling eternally and dying to fucking Parademons and DeSaad, the only mf on Darkseid team who is weaksause in anything that isn't torturing and simping, with Nabu as his teacher, Linda being halved in power and then having next to no power on her own when she was by herself briefly, or Kent V. repeating spells bc he doesn't know any better for a time and canonically grilled for being unable to properly teleport in and out of hell or do better than fucking shoot magic lasers (granted, I'm on his side. He's new with no damn teacher. What do you expect?). And again, JARED had no spell-casting abilities. He's the only Fate who canonically only thows hands or weapons.

So someone explain to me how Khalid would rank the lowest? It's really fucking funny how Eric/Linda and Kent V. has official descrptions for their incarnations that explicitly states they're among the most powerful magic users on Earth (others including Inza and Hector also) but Khalid doesn't. Most things wanna talk about how he's new to the role and shit but uh...so was literally everyone not OG Kent and they all would still say they were super powerful sorcerers.

This just reeks of the fact that since Khalid is a PoC in a legacy mantle, him (like Miles Morales in the past), he has to "work" his way up in a way even his white counterparts didn't have too. He too is a chosen one has powers that should make him more comparable to Inza/Hector's version of Doctor Fate but he gets placed lower than Jared AND Eric/Linda in POWER? Please.

#khalid nassour #doctor fate #rant post #dc comics

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Invocation

Paring: Vampire Kylo/Hunter Rey

Warnings: Dark Themes (apporaching Dead Dove, you have been warned), Supernatural/Paranormal, Blood, Violence, Gore, Death, NSFW 18+, Sexual Content, Psychological and Physical Torture, Kidnapping, Hatred towards organized religion, Pain, Major/Minor character death/injury, Demonic Possession

Chapter Thirteen

Kylo paces the hallway as he waits. Maybe this is a bad idea he thinks as he looks back at the rather intimate set up. He booked one of the séance rooms for her first day of training, one further in the back just in case something goes awry. He doesn’t know how powerful she really is so he has to make sure he does this right.

The room is small supplied with two ornate blue velvet high backed chairs and a table. The old wood intricately carved and cared for. It is empty of it’s normal ritualistic items, holding just two bottles of water and his phone. He runs his hand through his hair. He doesn’t know why he is so nervous. He has been around and been with plenty of women in his lifetime but for some reason this one has him all flustered.

Maybe what Mara said was right? Maybe there it’s their magical connection that keeps drawing him in, calling him home in a sense. Maybe. Or maybe it’s because he wants to kiss those soft lips raw and nip at her long neck. He wants to leave fingertip shaped bruises on that plump ass of hers and hear the sounds she will make when he thrusts just right…

He groans as he feels himself getting hard in his dress pants. His fangs descend slightly, pricking his gums lightly. Fuck he needs to get a grip. He doesn’t not need her strolling in and seeing him like this. He shuts his eyes and tries to think of anything else. Huxley’s pinched face with it’s permanent scowl pops in his head. Yep that’ll do it.

He grabs his phone off the table checking for new messages. Trudgen had emailed him responding to his inquiry on Poe. According to The Order’s records, Poe is not a Supernatural. That’s obviously not true based on what he felt. He was at least half demon. But why would he hide that if The Order accepted and embraced diversity within their employees? They were questions that still needed answers.

He responds back to Trudgen to keep an eye on him. He senses Rey hit the main tunnel as he hits send. He shivers as he feels her intoxicating magick getting closer. He walks quickly back to the room, running a hand through his hair. She turns the corner and gives him a megawatt smile. I’m so fucked he thinks as he smiles back and holds the door for her.

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She notices Ren’s nervous energy as soon as she hits the main tunnel. It makes her heart flutter a bit in her chest knowing he was nervous as well. She doesn’t know what will happen tonight. She has never really worked her powers before and the thought of embracing and accepting them as her own is still a lot.

She watches the torches light up as she passed them as she ponders. What will her powers entail? She has learned of many species and their powers during her training. She remembers Obi-Wan saying Fae had a diverse range of powers depending on their origins but they were also very secretive so it wasn’t well studied.

Well that makes sense now she thinks, now knowing most were wiped out in the purges. Her heart ached at the thought of the loss of her past but she knows she cannot let it impede her future. She cannot squander this opportunity to explore who and what she is.. She turns the corner to see Ren holding the door for her smiling at her softly.

“Good evening Rey” he says bowing slightly “shall we begin?” She smiles and nods as she enters the séance room already more at ease then she was before. She looks around as the flicker of the low candles painting the space in a soft apricot glow. She hears him shut the door and pull out a chair for her.

“Thank you Kylo” she says as she sits down. “You’re welcome” he replies as he takes his own. She feels her cheeks warm as she takes him in before her, the candlelight making his features even more striking. He smirks as he leans forward towards her, leaning on his forearms. “So as you know these rooms are warded so this is the perfect spot for you to test your powers” he rumbles.

“I know, I am just nervous on what they will entail” she says as she traces the lines on her forearm. “I understand that but knowing what I know about Fae they are mostly nature-related gifts along with variety of others. But I think the best course of action is see what you have experienced or done before and than work towards being able to invocate” he says.

“Invocate?” she asks, slightly confused. “Yes, to call upon on your powers and bend them to do your will. Some people it willing or conjuring but its all the same” he says, his dark eyes boring into hers. “You must be one with your magick to do that or it can be dangerous to yourself and others.” She watches him frown and looks away, his wide shoulders tensing. “Has it happened to you before?” she says leaning forward.

He doesn’t answer but seems to shake off whatever he was thinking about, refocusing on her. “Have you noticed anytime in your life anything odd happening around you at times of high stress or emotion?” he asks as he shifts in his chair across from her.

“Umm” she hums biting her lower lip in thought. “I have always seen things out of the corner of my eye. I think I see something and then look back and it's not there. The educators said I was just sensitive to magick but at times I felt like I was just going mad” she says cautiously.

He hums and waves his hand across the table, spreading a thin wave of magick into the air. “Can you see that?” he asks. Her eyes widen as she watches the white wisp dance in the candle light. “Yes” she gasps as she watches it disappear.

“So that is called Detection. It’s a pretty common gift. From what I gather they trained you to focus and separate energies?” he asks. She thinks back to her second year with Professor Yoda and studying hunting techniques. Some people were obviously better at it than others. “Yes they did. They said it was a necessary skill for the hunt” she says now trying to rack her brain for any other instances in her training where The Order was inadvertently making her use her powers.

“Those with magick probably excelled in your training” Kylo says smirking “which doesn’t surprise me since your Order was associated with Ethereals like Luke and Mara. We will work on you being able to focus and detect magic and it’s intent. It’s a very useful tool.” She nods as he shifts closer. “Now I want you to try something. I want you to shut your eyes and focus on your breathing.”

She follows his command and takes a deep breath. “Good” he rumbles lowly “now I want you to focus on the center of your magick. It’s different for each person but once you find it I want you to take a couple minutes with it and tell me what it feels like to you.”

Rey takes a breath and quickly finds it. It’s downy white swirling softly in her chest, highlighted with sparks of gold. She can feel light and dark together; the power to destroy as well as heal and create. It seems to acknowledge her by making wispy flowery tendrils. Her mind touches it, amazed at it’s beauty. “How does it feel to you?” he repeats. The wispy tendrils react to his voice, pulsing happily as they coil around themselves.

“It’s soft” she whispers “but strong. The power to destroy and to create.” “Balance” he says “I see it too Rey, the light and dark.” She opens her eyes and gasps at what she sees. His magick sparks with red lightening around a cloudy grey orb. So similar but different from her white and gold one.

“What happened?” she whispers as she reaches for him. He pulls back with pain filled eyes. “I lost the balance and strayed too far. I am damned Rey” he rasps around his fangs. In an act of desperation, she lands her hand upon his chest and they both gasp. Visions flash before her eyes of Kylo’s life. She can feel his pain, his self-loathing, his guilt. She sees blood and ash as well as light. How he made a choice and struck down the Darkness.

“Rey” he groans as the vision changes. She sees them holding each other’s hand as darkness attempts to swallow them. How they beat it back in a swirl of gold and red. It changes again, her breath catching in her throat to see herself in Kylo’s arms, fully entwined in a scene of passion.

She rips her hand away from his chest and attempts to calm her breathing. Kylo looks pained, panting quickly but his eyes never leave her. She swallows thickly as she looks around amazed at the small forest which has sprung up around them. Flowers of every kind with delicate ferns and lovely English Ivy. She touches one leaf lightly as she looks at him again.

He clears his throat. “You’re amazing” he says as he looks around. “So pure and powerful” he whispers as he reaches out to trace the glowing lines spreading down her fingers. Her heart breaks for him. She somehow knows he was not born dark. He is like her even with his dark gifts.

Sealing her resolve, she stands and walks around the table. She stands in front of him and places her hands on his cheeks making sure she has his full attention. “Kylo, you aren’t damned. I see it. You are balanced just like me” she says softly, rubbing his cheekbones with her thumbs.

“Rey I have done so much evil in this world. I don’t deserve your compassion” he says, voice breaking with emotion. “Yes you do” she whispers back as she leans forward letting her nose and lips lightly graze his. His lips are softer then she imagined as she presses a light kiss onto them.

It takes him a second to realize what is happening but he quickly grabs her and places her on his lap. She hums as he wraps his arms around her and reciprocates, deepening the kiss. “Rey” he groans as her hands go into his hair. She loves the silky texture on her fingertips.

She feels her magick entwining with his, weaving a safe little cocoon around them. She sweeps her tongue across his full lower lip making him growl and open for her. His taste was exquisite. She tightened her legs around his waist as she dove in for more.

Rey hears him growl again as he begins kissing up her jaw and down her neck, nipping lightly at her sensitive skin. She gasps and wiggles in his hold, finally feeling his erection near her center. “Fuck Kylo” she groans as he puts his head on her shoulder, inhaling deeply. She hears him chuckle lowly “you got that right.”

She shivers as she feels his nose trace her neck and place a soft kiss behind her ear. “I’m sorry for that” he says as he loosens his arms around her. “I’m not” she says, kissing his forehead and fixing his hair “It was an emotional situation and it’s okay. But you’re not damned Kylo. I’ve sensed and fought the damned Kylo, and you are not it.” He huffs as she stands, his hands landing on her hips.

Her heart constricts a bit as she looks down at him. His eyes are back to his normal dark hazel but his fangs are still present. She smirks as she runs a finger along the seam of his lips and along the tip of his fang. He smiles showing them more.

She notices a flicker in her peripheral and looks, gasping at the small flickering orbs around them. “Like I said, your powerful and special. I think we have only touched the surface of your powers little Fae” he says as his eyes track the lights.

A siren rings shrilly through the tunnel, breaking their moment. They jump as their phones buzz simultaneously as the orbs disappear. He stands as she unlocks her phone. “Fuck!” she yells “Kylo we got to go! We got a Code 19!” she says sprinting out the door.

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Reclaiming My Roots

My practice has definitely changed since I was last on here. I’ll be going into more detail on that in this post. But don’t worry! I’m still a Lokean! It’s just gonna be.. weird? I don’t have a better term to describe this, but yeah.

First off, Bastet, Thoth, and Vulkan have all left (though I wasn’t really following Vulkan in the first place, so.. yeah.. He’ll still be there if my dad tries some shit). Bastet and Thoth both left with the same vibe as if they patted my head, said I’m a good sport and all, but this isn’t gonna work out. And honestly? That’s fine!

So now, it’s just Loki and Veles, and that seems like that’s how it’ll always be!

But regarding my craft, I’ve noticed that there’s stuff I’ve unwittingly appropriated (such as smudging sage, which I’ve removed the string from the last sage bundle I’ve had and buried it in the back yard, apologizing to the spirits), and I didn’t want to do that again. What better way to do that than trying to reclaim my roots?

But not so fast! I’m of Serbian descent from my father’s side! It’s not gonna be that easy for me! And I can’t imagine how some other people must find it difficult to find any info on their own heritage! Especially if they have no idea what their heritage even is! As far as my case is concerned, it’s just a bit of a pain in the ass.

I still haven’t learned much in a way of Serbian (I did do a year of Russian on a couple of language apps, a library book, and a YouTube channel, and to be honest, the alphabet isn’t the hardest, it’s the cases; the syntax), so that makes that just a bit more harder. My sources are from some posts on the internet that can be translated to English, one YouTube channel whom the practitioner sadly passed away (I think 2018?), an author (Radomir Ristić) whom I have Balkan Traditional Witchcraft and Witchcraft and Sorcery of the Balkans (just found out recently he passed away in 2020), and Vladimir Zlatić book about the “demons” (the term is a catch-all term for spirits and monsters and such, and not used in a Christian context). I hope to get the upcoming book Veštica Bašta by Ristić as well as a few other books by Zlatić as well (pertaining to magickal objects, places of power within nature, magickal uses for plants and herbs, and of the gods).

With all of this, I will be taking notes. Not only am I reclaiming my roots, but I will be reforming my practice. I’ll be avoiding things like animal sacrifice, as since I’m hoping to be an ecologist one day (and even if I don’t, I still wanna do better as a human to the planet), I want to do my best to save life on the planet, and I don’t feel I can do that through any form of sacrificing an animal.

And before anyone comes at me about this, keep in mind that religious and magickal practices have always changed throughout history, especially if they are not in the place of origin.

I’ll still work with the Elder Futhark as well as color/candle magick, but I’ll be omitting some of the other stuff lots of modern witches of the west use/practice (crystals being the big one, and I’ll have a separate post explaining that one).

As far as incantations are concerned, I definitely want to have them said in Serbian. So I’m still going to do my best with the language. For me, because of the origin of what my practice will be based off of will be said in its original tongue, I think whatever spell I do would be more effective. I also kinda believe that Modern English doesn’t exactly have the same... “recognition” (for lack of a better term) when it comes to the realm of magick, unlike other older languages, and that seems to be why those other tongues are usually respected. (Don’t take this as me bashing anybody for doing spells/incantations in English; if it works for you, keep on using it unless you feel otherwise!)

Because I’m reclaiming my roots and reforming such a practice to suit my needs, this is a great example as to why some keep a “Book of Shadows.” Although, I don’t think I'll call it that. I don’t know what I’ll call it, other than useful.

And I should bring up an exciting fact that it turns out Veles has been with my family this whole time through my dad’s side! The patron saint of my baba and deda’s was St. Nicholas, and that particular saint was said to be one of the aspects of Veles (back when they split the gods into a lot of saints, and Veles split into like.. a shit ton of them).

And now, a glaring question some of you might have: the politics of Serbia and my views on them...

I’m an anarchist, so... That should be pretty self-explanatory.

I won’t be sharing every little detail about my reformed practice, but I will be sharing just enough for anyone else who is of Balkan descent and are also having trouble finding info on such a practice.

One of the reasons why such a practice isn’t widely shared is, according to one YouTuber (who has deleted her channel, I guess), because while all of the stuff you see on WitchTok is aesthetically pleasing, some witches of a particular practice are now reluctant to share some of what they practice for fear of being appropriated into another online fad. This stuff is sacred to a lot of people from different backgrounds of different practices. And even from those who aren’t part of closed practices fear that what is sacred to them could be turned into another fad. So I will only share some, and by some, I mean what could usually be available within books and online already. What I tailor to my own needs as far as details are concerned may not be shared for similar reasons.

With that being said, this is the end of the post. My mind’s all over the place trying to figure out how to organize these thoughts to update everybody on what’s going on. I’ll have another post up tomorrow about crystals, cuz I’ve got something to say about them that I’ve said in my newer account that I may just... reblog here.

#witchcraft #Paganism #Lokean #veles

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