#Cernunnos Writings

[thecrowcern]

✨Living with the Toman fraternity, Chapter 3✨

Notes: I'll be honest, this is mainly just Chifuyu because the brainrot is real my mans, but I hope you all enjoy!

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Chifuyu pt 2

Chifuyu watches you from the other side of the couch; hooded sea-foam eyes mesmerized at how you multitask. Bright brown eyes flip from packing the blunt to the tv in front of you; gingerly massaging and evening out what you packed. Twisting the top shut, you look around for a lighter and automatically he reaches over with a flame. You lean into it mumbling a thank you before you take a pull. Leaning back, you blow into the air above you, watching how the plums of smoke reflect and dance in the light. You’ve both been smoking all day watching bad horror movies on Tubi. The other boys were out so it was just the two of you in the house. 

With his head in the clouds, his mind wanders, and his eyes trailing down your form. Blunt hanging from plump lips, hair haloed by the setting sunlight; your shorts have been riding higher and higher up your thighs. 

Warm, soft, sun-kissed brown thighs. 

Drooling at the memory of being between them a few days ago, he shifts in his seat. You shift, moving to lean against him, nuzzling into his chest. He can tell how bad those shorts are rubbing against your clit and the thought passes at how wet you might be. In a tentative manner, he reaches and plucks the blunt from your lips, bringing it to his own, slowly pulling before caressing your cheek. "Yes, 'Fuyu," you question, looking up at him. 

He pulls your face closer, kissing you softly as he blows into your mouth. You moan softly, inhaling the smoke as you kiss him. You cast the controller aside, pulling back as you blew out the smoke smiling down at him. He smirks, reaching down and pulling your shorts up, his cock twitching at the soft moan that escapes your lips. “Wanna play~” 

 ____

“Fuck, Fuyu~ M-more please”, you moan, pulling at his hair gently. He grunts. A firm hand grips your breast, sucking on your nipple with fever. His other hand is between your legs, middle finger making nimble circles around your clit, your thighs shake. His collar jingles and mixes with the sounds of your moans. 

His cock rubs against your thigh.

You’ve had enough.

Pulling his head up, you kiss him, pumping his cock with your other hand. “Fuck me, baby boy,” you gasp, pulling back. He nods, pushing your thighs up to your chest, holding back a groan of delight at the sight below him. Brown skin glowing in the light, drenched in sweat and his pre-cum. Your pussy’s plump, covered in curly, dark hair. Sliding his cock between them was like heaven. 

Whining at how hot your cunt felt against him, “Daddy, you’re so fucking wet for me”

His head pushes inside. “S’fucking tight,”

His nails dig into your thighs, pulling out slowly before pushing back inside, setting a steady pace. He leans forward, knees digging into the couch below and kisses you, fucking into your tight cunt. His balls slap against you, the sound echoing off the walls. You know you shouldn’t be fucking on the couch; any of the other boys could find you, but that just made it better. The thought made you tighten around him, your nails drive into his shoulders, trying to find some stability. His hands let go of your thighs, wrapping them around his waist before hoisting you up. Thrusting up inside you, he gently weaves his fingers in your hair, pulling at your roots, he whispers in your ear, “Hear that Daddy, your cunt is so wet for me, I’m gonna cum so fucking deep inside you.” 

He holds you close; leaning himself against the couch, he plants his feet on the ground. Holding your legs to help you balance, he thrusts up inside you, drooling with a smile on his face. You were in that same heaven, body on fire and cunt gushing around his cock. He latches himself on your breast, gripping you by the waist as he fucks up into you. Desperate to hear your moans as long as he can, to make you sing for him. “I’m…so…close” you whimper, falling apart on top of him. Holding his head to your chest, your eyes roll back, squirting on his cock as he refuses to slow down; thrusting faster, spraying your juices on the couch and against himself. 

But he’s not done, not yet

He pulls back, letting you collapse against him. He reaches behind you. Grabbing your ass, he holds you down on his cock, grinding the head against your cervix entrance. He devours the sight in front of you, how your back arches and your ass overflows in his hands. Your body is so soft, so round, so plump; he’s obsessed with it. It stirs him up, and he fucks into you watching how your ass ripples and those sweet moans pour from your kiss-swollen lips. He pulls your ass apart, slapping one cheek before slapping the other. Cumming deep inside of you; his balls throb and pulse. But your hips don’t stop, gently bouncing on his cock, greedy to continue feeding the fire raging through your body. Thighs twitch and moans bleed from your lips, he decorates your chest with prayers, calling out to you, his angel. Looking up at you, panting, eyes brimming with tears, Chifuyu smiles. 

It makes your heart swell. 

“I’m sorry, I can’t stop,” he murmurs, flipping you over. Bending you over the couch he stands behind you, rubbing your sides softly before pulling you against him. Sheathing himself inside he whines, the bell on his collar jingles as he picks up speed.  His pace speeds up, his breathing getting heavier as he thrusts into you. You both gasp as you reach the peak, your body trembling as he thrusts a few more times before collapsing on top of you. His arms wrap around you, keeping you close and safe. 

You whine, grinding against his hips, “W-we gotta clean up…the others should be back soon~”

“Ayo WHAT THE FUCK?”

“I guess they're here already,” Chifuyu murmurs.

#✨cernunnos writings #ftm!reader #black!reader #chubby!reader #tokyo revengers chifuyu #tokyo rev smut #chifuyu x male!reader #chifuyu smut #chifuyu x reader #cw daddy kink #tw daddy kink #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo rev x male!reader #male!reader #🛸NSFW #🚬tokyo revengers #cw weed #tw weed

[terminallyworkingonit]

Every time I see a humanoid character with antlers I am forced to imagine the antler growth and shedding cycle but applied to them.

For reference

“Sorry guys, I’m on my deer-iod.”

#antlers #animals #writing fantasy #fantasy #Cernunnos #deer #moose #can’t unsee #dnd #wood elves #tw blood #tw gore #I’ve cursed you with knowledge #honestly a good opportunity for lore and character moments #terminallyworkingonit

[hornedcraft]

nvrmnd i got bored and updated my card list anyways

#my bigger post project isnt done yet so i couldn't do big fancy write ups for EVERYTHING #but i updated everything up until the tattoo tarot #after that it's still barebones #i got an hour and a half before i gotta go to work so i don't wanna get invested into big readings #but god. do i ever just wanna do a bajillion readings #boy is probably coming over tonight so i wont have time after work either lol aaaa #i need some boy attention time fr. sorry cernunnos. #(he will understand. he encouraged me to pursue this dude anyways)

[witchboxco]

Samhain Altar Ideas & Correspondences

Samhain is the Celtic festival that marks the end of the harvest season and the thinning of the veil between the living and the spirit world. It's a time to honor your ancestors, connect with the spirit world, and plan ahead for months of darkness.

Altar Ideas

Altar Cloth: Choose dark, earthy colors like black, deep purple, or dark green to set the foundation for your altar.

Candles: Black or orange candles represent the energies of Samhain. You can also include white or silver candles for purification and connection to the spirit realm.

Seasonal Fruits: Apples, pomegranates, and grapes are commonly associated with Samhain and can be offered as symbols of the harvest.

Fallen Leaves: Gather fallen leaves, especially those with vibrant autumn colors, to represent the changing seasons and the cycle of life and death.

Acorns and Nuts: These symbolize the potential for new beginnings and growth and can be placed on your altar to honor the harvest.

Pumpkins and Gourds: Decorate your altar with small pumpkins and gourds, which are quintessential symbols of autumn and Samhain.

Ancestral Photos: Include photographs of deceased loved ones to honor and connect with your ancestors.

Ancestral Mementos: Heirlooms, jewelry, or items that belonged to your ancestors can serve as a link to their energy and presence.

Divination Tools: Samhain has historically been a time for divination to predict the upcoming year. Tarot cards, runes, a crystal ball, pendulum, or scrying mirror can be placed on your altar for Samhain divination and communication with the spirit world.

Crystals and Gemstones: Obsidian, onyx, amethyst, or garnet.

Broom (Besom): Place a besom on or near your altar to symbolize the act of sweeping away negativity and making room for positive energy and transformation.

Incense and Smudging Materials: frankincense, myrrh, or sage.

Offering Dishes: Use special dishes or bowls to hold offerings for your ancestors or spirit guides, such as food, drink, or tokens of appreciation.

Seasonal Flowers: Add fresh or dried flowers that are in bloom during the fall, like marigolds, chrysanthemums, asters, or dried lavender.

Personal Letters or Messages: Write letters or messages to your deceased loved ones, expressing your thoughts and feelings. Place these on your altar as a form of communication.

Symbols of Death and Rebirth: Skulls, bones, or representations of the God and Goddess in their transition from one phase to another.

Bells or Wind Chimes: These can be rung to invite and communicate with spirits, serving as a way to signal your intentions and presence.

Samhain Correspondences

Colors: Black, Orange, Red

Deities: The Morrigan, Hecate, Persephone, Cernunnos

Herbs: Mugwort, Cinnamon, Rosemary, Tobacco, Pumpkin Seeds, Rue, Wormwood.

Foods and Offerings: Apples, nuts, pumpkins, mulled cider, pomegranates. A silent dumb supper may be held to celebrate the harvest and connect with departed loved ones.

Intentions: New beginnings, transformation, death and rebirth, reflection, ancestral connection, spiritual protection, divination.

#samhain #halloween #pagan #witchcraft #paganism #witch #occult #wicca #dark #magick #neopagan #wiccan #altar #wicca altar #witch altar #witchblr #witches of tumblr

[opencharacters]

Copyright Smuggling: Doctor Who

I've talked in the past about how The Doctor not having a name or permanent appearance is very easily molded to be put into your own derivative fiction.

Even so, perhaps you want to incorporate more whovian elements into your story. While things like the Daleks are obviously off the table, there are characters and enemies that are public domain in the whoniverse that are ripe for the picking.

I'm linking pages to the public domain versions of these characters. But have listed here where they show up in the Doctor Who expanded universe.

Cernunnos - Leader of the Original Mammoths (proposed identity of "the Enemy" from the War in Heaven) appeared first in the Faction Paradox books The Book of the War.

Doctor Omega - 1906 novel about a scientist who builds a machine that can travel through time and space. He's similar enough to be able to be molded into the role of the Doctor.

Dorian Gray - Character from the Bernice Summerfield audio drama "Shades of Gray" that has similar abilities of eternal youth as the literary character we know. He eventually got his own Big Finish audio drama series The Confessions of Dorian Gray

Ganieda - Said to be Merlin's sister in the short story A Honeycomb of Souls.

Hastur the Unspeakable - Fenric according to the novel All-Consuming Fire

Merlin - From various accounts is suggested to be an incarnation of the doctor, including the aforementioned A Honeycomb of Souls

Nyarlathotep - Suggested to be the doctor in the novel The Death of Art

Sherlock Holmes - According to The Book of the Enemy during the War in Heaven although he was a real person in the whoniverse his life got erased and turned into fiction

Thomas Carnacki - Has met the second doctor as well as Vastra, Jenny Flint, and Strax according to The Screaming Ceiling audio and the Foreign Devils novel

Yog-Sothoth - The Great Intelligence according to the book Millennial Rites

In addition to this there's also the Land of Fiction which is a realm canon to the doctor who series filled with public domain characters

Go forth and write your Doctor Who pastiches, nothing is stopping ya!

#doctor who #copyright #dweu #public domain #writing #writing tips #the doctor #sherlock holmes #cthulhu mythos

[elvensemi]

I'm Publishing Serial Webnovels

Hi guys! I'm @elvensemi, and some of you might know me from writing Dragon Age fanfic Keeping Secrets, or from writing weird gargoyle porn with @unpretty, or from that time I accidentally told a popular blog I write dragon porn on my main blog @solitarelee, or maybe from that one fanfic where the knight with a crossdressing kink fails at slaying a dragon so hard he gets seduced!

I've graduated college, and you know what that means! Student loans Free time! And so I'm finally pursuing my long term dream and publishing serial webnovels. The short version is: ebooks, I'm publishing ebooks via Patreon to see if it works because I don't want to deal with Amazon and marketplaces. Chuck Tingle does it, kind of!

I am writing such things as!

The Problem with Faeries An urban fantasy series for fans of Holly Black, featuring faeries and a librarian who has been cursed by a witch to turn into a tiny dog at night.

Everything at Once A coming of age fantasy novel set in a post-post-apocalyptic world full of many monsters and very few humans, with a nonbinary (genderfluid) protagonist and a rotating cast of gods and monsters.

The Demon Isles An adult romance series set in the same world as Everything at Once, this one's for the monsterf*ckers. Step into the shoes of an escaped slave who's been stranded in Fantasy Australia But All The Dangerous Things Can Be Seduced.

A Place Among the Stars An adult sci-fi political space opera that is also technically just solidly omegaverse sm*t plus space dragons. That's right, one of my friends dared me to write omegaverse and I overdid it and now they're aliens! All for you my friend.

Novelizations of works that previously existed only as RPs, such as Sanctuary and The Kingdom of Aeris.

AND SO MUCH MORE.

For $5 you get access to SFW material, and for $10 you get access to that and the things that are not SFW. You can view a full summary of the serials I'm working on at tinyurl.com/SemiSerials , or click the read more.

The Demon Isles (NSFW, Second Person)

Oceanside is a world full of elves and gods, monsters and magic. You, however, a human with no magic, no martial training, and a fear of... most things. Stranded on an unfamiliar island full of monsters, you must learn to harness humanity’s true power in order to survive. The issue with that is, as far as anyone can tell, humanity’s true powers are friendship and fuckability.

The Demon Isles is a erotic, second-person monsterfucking romp through the dangerous Demon Isles. The second person character is referred to by gender neutral terminology and they/them pronouns, physical appearance left ambiguous. Sex scenes have two versions with different sets of genitalia for the main character. Tags and content warnings are available for each chapter.

The Problem with Faeries (SFW, Third Person)

The problem with faeries is that we love them. We know all the sharp and cruel ways they twist us apart and we love them with a helpless, hopeless foolishness that never fades until it destroys us.

Bree is a human living in Valesport, a small town on the east coast of the United States that functions as a secret haven for the supernatural. As a cursed human, it’s one of the safer places for her... at least, safe from other humans. Everything else Valesport has to offer remains a threat. She’s already had her run-ins with werewolves, vampires, and whatever the hell Jean Cernunnos is... so, in retrospect, she was probably due to get into trouble with the Fae.

A fan favorite finally finding a venue of publication, The Problem with Faeries is a SFW urban fantasy with a side of romance perfect for fans of Holly Black. It is third person and follows the point of view of the protagonist, Bridget “Bree” Corey, as she finds herself tangled up trying to navigate faerie drama and her own personal feelings, neither of which she is particularly equipped to handle.

Everything at Once (SFW, First Person)

Babs wants everything the world has to offer... everything except what it’s actually prepared to hand over. As the eldest child of the ruling noble family--or what passes for it--of the only human village remaining old and large enough to still have a ruling noble family, even if just in name, Babs’s whole life has been laid out in front of them since the moment they were born. And they want none of it. However, after a bold escape from the village they knew all their life, they find themselves adrift in an unfriendly world of monsters and magic that seems much larger and much less friendly than they had hoped.

Everything at Once is a SFW fantasy novel set all over the world of Oceanside as our determined protagonist, Babs, attempts to explore all there is to explore and experience all there is to experience (it is possible they have not thought this through). Babs is a non-binary, gender fluid illusionist referred to varyingly by he, she, and they pronouns based on presentation. The story is a first person mixed POV exploring a wide range of characters and topics, but always staying focused on the many transformations of the main character as they learn what it is they want... and what it is to want.

Future Projects: Projects that are in development but do not have a set release date yet.

A Place Among the Stars [Working Title] (NSFW)

A Place Among the Stars is a NSFW erotic political space opera featuring Omegaverse style aliens and also space dragons, amongst other alien races. It features two protagonists: an exiled and excommunicated Saint who once led a cult that threatened the peace and stability of his homeworld, and a mid level government official presiding over the walled ghetto where the Ab’ed keep all foreign visitors and immigrants to their planet. They quickly find themselves entangled: politically, as the Saint once again threatens the stability of the world around him--in more ways than one--and sexually, as the tension between the two reaches a fever pitch.

Sanctuary (NSFW, Third Person)

Most people would consider Ren unlucky. After all, she’s been homeless since she was a child, has no living family she knows of, and she was recently kidnapped by sex traffickers and ripped away from the city she had been living in for years. But as far as Ren is concerned, she’s the epitome of good luck: not only has she survived all the things life has thrown at her, but she’s escaped said sex traffickers and even found shelter in an abandoned, boarded up cathedral. The fact that the cathedral, undisturbed for a century or more, is home to a guardian whose only experience with the world is violently murdering intruders, well... once again, whether that’s good or bad luck is based purely on interpretation.

Sanctuary is a NSFW urban fantasy erotic romance featuring a cis female protagonist and a male (as these things go) gargoyle love interest, as well as a mix of other romantic interests (primarily M/F with some F/F or NB/F thrown in). Tags and content warnings are available for each chapter. This fan-favorite returns in serialized, ebook form for easy reading. Follow Ren’s journey anew from mixed perspectives as she explores the streets of Valesport and finds something she’s never had before; a place to call home.

#writers on tumblr #writeblr #webnovel #writing #authors of tumblr #fiction #web series #web serial

[fernthewhimsical]

15 Days of Deity: Cernunnos

[Disclaimer: Most, if not all of this is UPG]

Putting multiple days together because it fits better. Day 7-10

Offerings:

There are no historical offerings known, although with the carvings we do know it would makes sense if coins were part of the offerings.

Coins

antlers

statues of stags or wolves

bonfires

tree nuts like acorns or chestnuts

crystals such as green goldstone and moss agate

moss

whisky and clear water

red meat

forest walks

donate to forest preservation

clean the nature spaces near you

learn something new

hedge riding

Festivals and Sacred Days:

I offer to Cernunnos on the New Moons, and I dedicate Lughnasadh and Beltaine to him.

Sacred Places:

There is a place in the forest of de Peel, in Brabant, the Netherlands. There I first found a tree that had fallen over, the roots sticking up towards the sky and the dirt still attached to it looked like a hulking antlered figure from a distance. I felt Cernunnos’ presence so strongly here. Over the years I have returned to this spot to make offerings. It no longer looks like it did, but the place is still powerful.

The white spring in Glastonbury. There is an altar dedicated to him and it is a powerhouse. Amazing experience to be there and charge a pendant devoted to him.

And each year on Castlefest, a large pagan/fantasy festival held near Lughnasadh is a sacred Cernunnos space for me. They built a large wicker creature with a different theme each year, where people can leave their offerings to be burnt. It is amazing, and spiritual and I feel Cernunnos’ presence so strongly here. Even when I can’t be there in person and view it online instead.

Devotional Practices:

Read about him and deities connected to him

Dedicate the new moon

Dedicate forest walks

Donate to charity, especially those dedicated to forest preservation, or wolves

Study new magic techniques

Go on a spirit journey to visit him

Work on his temple or shrine

Write and read poetry dedicated to him

Read other people’s personal experiences and thoughts about him

Dance, especially around a bonfire

#deity #cernunnos #15 days of deity #pagan #paganblr #upg #gleaming grove #Hooded Hunter

[alexanderlightweight]

Good morning!

For writing Wednesday: The spiral labyrinth holds events (or rituals) that require the presence of all high warlocks and their consorts. Magnus getting Alec magically/physically ready

so this is part of the spoils of war and Magnus is going to bind Alec to him as a magical consort in the way of warlocks and the labyrinth

i hope you enjoy!

<3 lumine

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“Is this really necessary?” Alexander asks and Magnus smirks, because Alexander still avoids asking questions but this one was asked without hesitation and is almost… snarky.

Magnus likes it and he holds out a hand, raising a brow demandingly and Alexander goes so far as to sigh, sulking at him with just the slightest pout of his plush mouth. It tempts Magnus too much and instead finishing dressing him, Magnus pulls his boy to him. Alexander resists for only a moment — the instinct of battle still not yet coaxed from him — and then willingly submits.

Alexander tastes like moonlilies and Magnus’ own magic and he whimpers when Magnus bites his lower lip. Magnus knew that Alexander was temptation incarnate, but he didn’t realize that once he started to get comfortable, that he’d see glimpses of the truth.

Alexander is a brat.

A stubborn, delicious, tempting and incredibly subdued brat.

Which means that if Magnus wants to gentle him, he first has to find out how the clave tried to break Alexander and fix it.

Magnus pulls away and then — because the shiny bruise of Alexander’s mouth is irresistible — claims another taste.

“Was the clave sincere in their treaty?” Magnus asks mockingly when he finally pulls himself away.

“Of course.” Alexander rasps out, voice so wrecked from such a little kiss that Magnus is tempted to rip it from him completely with his own mouth.

“Then yes, darling. This is necessary.” Magnus trails his gaze down Alexander’s body and the loose, dark blue pants he’s wearing. It’s the color of magic and warlocks and Magnus licks his lips, greedy but reminding himself that it’s not yet time.  “The clave didn’t change any of the concessions I demanded, only the language. They call you my spouse, but gave you to me a hostage. I intend to fulfill the actual contract, Alexander. Which means that you are my husband, my consort, a new prince of Edom.” Magnus croons when Alexander’s eyes widen and Magnus just lets his magic caress Alexander’s jaw, flames on his palm as he cups his boy’s face. “It means treasure, that you are mine.”

Alexander still seems to think it a ruse, no matter how many times Magnus has told him so.

That will change tonight, when Alexander is bound to him with magic in a way that will be undeniable.

Magnus summons an outer robe, helping Alexander into the thin layer of abyssal silk that is the same shimmering twist of blue and then he pauses, admiring the image of his boy. 

Alexander is draped in blue and his face dusted with gold and painted with magic in a gorgeous and hidden array. Magnus smudged the dust of gold on his lips so he rubs his thumb over them — spreading gold freshly across his boy’s mouth.

Alexander makes a noise of protest but otherwise stays still.

“There we are.” Magnus murmurs and he lets his fingers dance across Alexander’s face, “my beautiful boy.”

Alexander’s lips twitch, as if he’s hiding how pleased he is by the compliment and Magnus smirks even as he summons the final pieces.  Alexander is draped in layers of silk and lace so delicate that they were spun with Magnus’ own magic.  Each piece creates a layer, a warning and a declaration of just who Alexander belongs to.

The last piece isn’t necessary, but Magnus isn’t about to show Alexander off completely to all those around him.  It’s the first time Alexander has reached out to touch him without any influence and Magnus bites back a scowl that his boy is tightly gripping Magnus’ wrist, not wanting him to continue.

“Magnus—” there is a breathless plea, a desperate warning and Magnus understands.

“Oh lovely, this isn’t to keep you from seeing. Magnus promises as he lifts the mask up. “This is to keep others from seeing you. This face—” and Magnus gives a lustful sigh, “why on earth would I ever want to share it? You’ll be able to see just fine.”

Alexander’s grip loosens but his fingers tremble against Magnus’ pulse and he doesn’t pull away, even as he lets Magnus move their hands up and he gently lets magic wrap the mask and headpiece around Alexander.

It will be light enough that it won’t bother his boy and well, if Magnus is using one of the corrupted nephilim relics he has in Edom, then all the better.

Alexander will barely be able to be seen and while everyone knows his identity, it’s the principle of the thing. Rarely are the consorts of powerful warlocks made known to the rest of the world, not even in the Labyrinth. Bringing a consort is enough of a show of respect and power but each consort is guarded viciously, including any morsel of information regarding them.

The world knows that Alexander belongs to him, but that doesn’t mean Magnus is willing to let them look at his boy.

There is no need for a collar but Magnus picks one to match the mask, though he doesn’t add a leash. The outfit and his magic will be enough that Alexander won’t be able to step more than a few feet away and Magnus plans to have a hand on him at all times anyway.

Alexander’s said nothing, no protest and no admission that he can see and Magnus wishes he had more time, but he’s already spent enough of it distracted by Alexander.

the specific mask magnus is using here because he likes to flaunt that he has a winged nephilim as his consort

the sword in the center is actually a replica of the soulsword because again, its a corrupted nephilim relic from when they more intense had formalities and ceremonies

#lumine writes #writing wednesday #writing wednesdays #spoils of war #malec #shadwhunters #magnus bane #alec lightwood

[aissa-snapped]

The Heathen and the Christian

Ivar the boneless x reader ( OC)

Word count: 3401

SUMMARY:When a young anglo-saxon meets Ivar in the woods, she thinks he is a nice innocent boy, only to be shocked when she finds out who he REALLY is and what he is capable of.

A/N:This is my 2nd time writing with Vikings. I hope yall like it. I am also apologizing for (possible) mistranslations of irish and icelandic. I might do a part two to this series cuz i like how its going. Also not readproof

1-Oh Cernunnos god of the forest bless me and guide me.

2- WAIT

3-That one is mine

4- Do that again and you`re dead

Wandering the woods at this time of the year, gave any passer-by a spectacular and magical scenery. The rays of sunshine were breaking through the branches, illuminating the forest in the most wonderful ways. Summer was without a doubt the best time of the year. The weather was finally favorable for farmers, crops were flourishing and nature was thriving. But there was a downside to it. This season naturally brought along raiding parties coming from the north, with the intention of pillaging and eradicating every village in sight of any gold or treasure.

Villagers were adivsed to be extremely wary of their surroundings, and in case of any suspicious sighting to report to the guards.

Walking out of the small one-room cottage, Frigyth took her woven basket, hanging it on her left arm and took steady steps towards the neighboring woods that surrounded her village. She was a young maiden, '' ready to be married'' according to her parents, who took her tasks very lightly. She came from a typical peasant family, with three other sisters and one brother. She was at that age where she cared more about enjoying life than actually being helpful around the house.

She begged her mother days in a row to let her go harvest some berries from the woods, seeing as that was her only opportunity to explore nature and relax a tad bit. She took her already forming path that led her into a meadow, hidden from view by some on-growing bushes. She found a larger boulder, and took a seat in a dent, placing her basket next to her. She had plenty of time to finish her task, she thought, so for now she could enjoy a little bit of warmth.

Clasping her hands in a prayer-way, she took a glance around her, making sure she was alone, and started chanting an old prayer she used to hear as a child from her grandmother.

Ó Cernunnos Dia na foraoise

beannaigh dom agus treoraigh

mé tríd an bhforaois...

From a small distance, the prayer spoken by the girl was heard by a trespasser, that was lurking around in the woods seeking some alone time. Instead, the stranger took a detour and followed the voice, leading him into the hidden meadow. upon his arrival, he analyzed the young lady up closely, noticing how she had her eyes closed, and was in a vulnerable state. It would`ve been very easy for the young Viking leader to take his dagger out and kill her on the spot, which was what he should be doing, otherwise he risked getting noticed by the saxon girl, who in return would alert the whole village of the presence of Vikings.

Or perhaps he could kidnap her, get any valuable information out of her and THEN kill her. That seemed like a better idea.

The warrior got lost in his thoughts for a few moments that only when he heard the girl gasp did he snap back to the current situation he was in. The young woman that was not so long ago sat in a peaceful position was now standing up, grabbing her basket in front of her, as if she thought it would protect her from the unknown boy. You did not need to be a schooled noble to notice that the stranger`s attire was different from the regular anglo-saxon clothing, and the weapons well secured around the belt hugging his waist were a big tell-tale sign that she had just ran face to face with a Viking.

Frigyth was not sure what she could possibly do to escape this situation. If she ran, would she meet other Vikings? Or perhaps if she yelled for help, the barbarians would much faster come in to the aid of the mysterious boy and do her in. Her mind along with her heart were racing, blood pulsing through her whole body, as if it was preparing for whatever would happen next. Feeling a giddy feeling in her stomach, she spotted her way out, then she got into a running position, one leg in front of the other, slightly leaning on it and being ready to sprint at any given time.

The Viking however, seemed too lost in his tracks to think of what he should do to her. He was observing her. Long, curly hair, with a vibrant color that glimmered in the sun. He felt sort of... entranced by her?

Before he let her go, he wolf whistled at her, gaining her attention. '' I am Ivar.'' He spoke in a very thick anglo-saxon accent. Frigyth did a double-take, not being sure she actually heard him speaking in HER language. While on the outside she remained frozen, her mind was filled with multiple questions. Probably because she has never heard foreigners speak her language- or because she has never faced a norman before.

'' What is your name?'' Asked the Viking in an iritated tone. The young girl was not sure it was a good idea to tell divulge her full identity. But realizing she had no other choice, she defeteadly answered.

'' Frigyth.'' It was a simple and short answer, for which she hoped it would suffice. But by the looks on the warrior, he smirked slowly at her, watching with predator eyes as she was shifting uncomfortably her weight from one foot to the other.

'' What was that prayer you were saying earlier? It did not sound like your language.'' The maiden`s heart started beating at an alarming rate. Deep down she knew, that the prayer she was chanting earlier was considered heresy and it was forbidden among the christians. But it`s not like him, a Viking, would go and tell on her to a guard. After all, weren`t they pagans as well?

'' It`s an ancient language. I was praying to Cernunnos, the god of the forest, fertility. I- It`s forbidden to pray to any other god other than the One True God. But my grandmother used to tell me that the old Gods never left and are ever present.'' She finished, admitting what has been laying in her heart for many years, sighing in happiness when she mentioned her grandmother.

To say Ivar was shocked at the newfound information was an understatement. In all his life, he had never encountered a christian praying to a different deity. He was getting more and more intrigued by the girl, and the logical part of his brain that was constantly nudging him to kill her was shutting down completely.

The young leader-who had previously found a good sitting spot on the grass- nudged his head towards the empty place next to him, indicating to her to take a seat. With careful, calculated steps, she approached him, leaving a few centimetres between them, just in case he was going to strangle her, or who knows what else.

'' So... tell me...'' He trailed off, in hopes that the girl would tell him something about herself.

With frowning brows, she kept silent, waiting for him to continue with a question. Ivar rolled his eyes, and asked her about her family.

'' We`re but a family humble peasants .'' The Viking could tell she loved cutting straight to the chase, not giving out any other detail unless asked.

Gaining all the courage she could muster, she turned slightly towards him, asking the dreaded question.

'' Where did you come from?''

Raising his eyebrows, Ivar chuckled darkly, shaking his head softly.

'' I don`t think you want to know.'' He admitted cynically.

'' Will that get me in trouble?'' She asked shyly.

'' You could say that.'' Smiling softly, Frigyth directioned her eyes to the ground, trying to ignore the burning stares of the curious Viking whose hand was slowly reaching up to her face, pausing for a second and taking a hold of a piece of her hair, and twirling it around his finger -almost lovingly so- which made her flinch for a second, before relaxing back and letting him play with strands of her hair.

The atmosphere between the two was peaceful, even though there was silence, but it was a welcoming one, in which neither felt the need to interrupt it. It was as if an unspoken rule was set. Both simply wanted to sit down and get lost between the thousands of trees and take a break from their societal obligations. Ivar leaned back on his elbows, straightening his legs in front of him, to give them a stretch, which gave the girl a full view of his crippled legs. She widened her eyes in surprise, but quickly gained her composure when she noticed Ivar clenching his jaw in anger, averting her eyes elsewhere.

It felt like they were there for an hour or two, when Frigyth sighed sadly and stood up, clenching the handle of the backet in her left fist and started taking small steps towards the hidden entrance marked by two bushes with a beaten track in between them. Ivar frowned, his eyes following her figure sharply, similar to a wolf following his prey.

'' I should go.'' Looking at her feet, she was swinging the basket slowly in her hand, as if waiting for the boy to stop her from going, although, deep down, she knew she was running behind with her tasks and she was bound to return home eventually, and her mother would not be happy if she came back empty handed.

Ivar nodded stoically, breaking his eyes from the girl and with a loud groan, he rolled onto his back, and began crawling towards the girl, ignoring her stares of bewilderment at his methods of traveling.

'' I should probably go too.'' He responded and begudgingly so.

'' It was nice meeting you.'' Frigyth complimented, with a small voice.

'' We will meet again, christian.'' He winked at her, which caused the maiden to let out a nervous laugh, having no idea what he could have possibly meant by that, and on that note, they both departed their own ways.

Upon her arrival back home, she was welcome by her worried mother, who seemed to have a look of concern mixed with irritation displaying across her face.

'' Where have you been?! It`s almost dark outside. And what is this? This is all you gathered in all this time you were gone?!'' She pointed at her basket, which was barely filled with any berries.

Frigyth shrugged off the hand her mother had placed on her shoulder, sprinting inside the cottage. The one-room hut was warm and all her family was gathered round at the table, chatting lively amongst eachother. Her presence was sensed by her father, and one by one her siblings all paused mid-conversation, to look at the newcomer. Her father smiled warmly at her, motioning with his hand to take a seat next to him.

'' We were wondering when you would come back Frig. Your mother was worrying terribly.'' He laughed, patting her back twice.

'' And I had all the reasons to. You know what they tell us, the priests. The woods are no longer safe.'' Her mother huffed angrily, stepping into the cottage and slamming the door shut, checking the small window incorporated in it for any intruders that might be lurking outside their homes. She took her seat, next to her husband and continued eating her freshly cooked pottage.

Frigyth`s father let out a breath of air, rubbing his face with his face. The rebel daughter rolled her eyes, pretending to be oblivious to what her mother was saying. Should she tell anyone that today she has met and spoken to a possible Viking? If she did, then she would reveal to everyone that she had been slacking rather than actually gathering food for the family, and she risked losing the task she was given, and probably forced to return to her old duties, which were mostly around the cottage. So she took the smarted option, and never mentioned the encounter with the stranger.

'' I know. Aelflead and the other blacksmiths think that we are to prepare for an attack.'' The father confessed sadly.

'' What makes you think that, dad?'' The youngest sibling asked, with her curious natured eyes.

'' Because sweetie, we have been ordered by the king to forge as many swords and shields as fast as we can manage. But when we tried asking the guards why, he refused to tell us. They were all acting suspicious.'' He shrugged, ripping a piece of the wholemeal bread and dipping it in the stew.

Frigyth was starting to get nervous. What if they are about to be attacked? But again, Ivar did not look dangerous. Evenmore, he was crippled. Surely that meant he was maybe thrown out of his tribe and forced to die alone. And even if she decided to tell her family about her encounter, in what way would that help them escape the fury of a Viking raid?

The contact she had with the mysterious boy was what kept her awake most of the night, and by the time her body was exhausted and allowed her to fall asleep, the rooster was already crowing, alerting the family that it was dawn and that meant time to go back to work. However, something felt odd. While Frigyth`s family members were grumbingly getting out of bed, the young maiden heard screams and clanks of swords outside. When realization hit her, she alerted her family to be silent for a second in order for them to pay attention to what might have been going outside.

''Haeddi, take the girls and hide in the barn. Wilfred and I are going outside to see what is happening.'' The father instructed his wife. ''Here, grab this.'' He threw a newly forged seax to his son, and he took an old rusty looking blade for himself, gesturing with his head towards the door. '' Let`s go.'' With one solemn look, Frigyth`s father glanced at his girls, holding a strong and loving eye contact with his wife, silently reassuring her that everything was going to be all right.

When the girls were left alone, Haeddi looked at her daughters, trying to contain the tears threatening to spill from her eyes. '' We`re going outside. Stick close to each other. Once we reach the barn, find a hiding spot. Underneath the hay, behind it. I don`t` know. But do it as fast as you can. We don`t know what awaits us out there.'' The four girls looked at her mother, nodding shakily and following closely behind her towards the door. The mother was counting with her fingers how many seconds they had left before she would open the door and the chaos would start. Frigyth could hear the faint screams of terror coming from the villagers and once the door was open and they started running, everything went in slow motion. The action outside became more vivid. The shrieks and cries of pain were amplified and all of those made the girls run faster than they had ever done so in their entire lives.

Once they safely reached the barn, her mother grabbed the youngest offspring and she chucked them both behind some haystacks. The other two sisters went off climbing on a ladder and finding a safe space to bury in.

Frigyth was looking around, trying to find the first hidin place and duck under it, but to her terror, she was forcefully grabbed by her arm by a very muscular man, that looked like he could eat her alive. She gulped, eyes wide open and heart drumming against her chest, almost as if it was ready to jump out of her chest. He gave her an animalistic smile, that sent shivers down to her spine. Her sisters and mom were watching terrified from the hiding spots how poor Frigyth was going to get killed...or worse.

With an unmatchable force, he turned her around with her back facing him, and raising his axe and readied himself to cut her thin linen dress open, ignoring her pleas and screams to stop, but a powerful voice made him pause mid-action.

''BÍÐA!'' Both the cruel man and Frigyth turned their heads to look at whoever just stopped the brutal Viking. The girl couln`t believe her eyes. Sitting in a single seated strange looking carriage pulled by a beautiful white stallion, sat the very guy that around this time the other day she was enjoying her time with in the meadow.

''ÞESSI ER MINN!!'' Ivar approached the enormous barbarian and pulled him away from his victim by his hair, holding his dagger against his throat.

''Gerðu þetta aftur og þú ert dauður!!'' He spat with venom, letting go of him. When he looked at the shaken lady, he softened his eyes, offering a friendly hand for her to take. She shakily shook her head no, losing any trust she had in him.

Seeing how reluctant she was, Ivar huffed annoyed. '' If you come with me, you`ll be safe.'' He promised. She glanced back at her mother and sisters-who were terrifyingly and confusingly observing the interaction between the two-, looking back and forth between them and him. He instantly put two and two together, and rolled his eyes playfully. '' They will not be harmed IF... you come with me.''

But before she had any chance to speak, her father and brother came rushing to her aid. Wilfred, her brother, seemed unharmed, except for a few cuts here and there and some blood staining his blade, but her father seemed to have a pretty deep cut on his side, that was bleeding alarmingly.

'' STAY AWAY FROM MY DAUGHTER!'' Her father yelled, pointing his old and chipped sword at the Viking.

Ivar mockingly raised both his arms in surrender, faking a terrified expression. After a few moments, he then grabbed his trusty dagger, swirling it smoothly around his finger and pointing behind him at the army that was currently ravaging the village.

''See that? I am the leader of all of them. I can order them to stop anytime if I want to. That is why I am asking YOU again.'' He pointed his dagger in Frigyth`s direction. '' Are.You.Coming.With.Me?'' He asked slowly, putting an emphasis on each word, to ensure he was being understood.

The curly haired girl looked with saddening eyes at her dad, who was still clutching his sword with all his being, as if believing THAT could actually help her, then at her brother, who was copying his father`s movements, but with less confidence and then at her mother and sisters, who were all shaking their heads no and crying silently, not knowing what the outcome of this woul be.

There was no backing out of this. She had two simple but impactful choices. She either went with him, probably ending up a slave, but at least her family was safe, or so she hoped. Or she could refuse, and get killed by the previous Viking.

With determined steps, she approached Ivar, making him smirk in victory. Her father yelled at her angrily to get back there behind him, but she was already climbing Ivar`s carriage. The young ruler grabbed her hand softly, guiding her to sit on his knees, that she now got to observe, were covered in some sort of metallic braces.

Once she took her seat in his lap, he stroked her hair with one hand, while whispering in her ear. ''Good girl.'' She sat frozen in his lap, letting him wrap a strong arm around her waist to keep her steady.

She took a one last glance at her family, waving sadly at them and struggling to keep her composure.

'' They will be safe, right?! You promised!'' She asked desperately, glacing back at her house, which was now growing to be more and more far away.

'' On my arm ring.'' He pledged, placing his palm over his bracelet for a moment, showing her that he was serious about his oath. Grabbing with one arm the reins and with the other gripping her tightly against him, he yelled something in Old-Norse to the other men, fleeing the village afterwards towards an unknown location to the girl, from where a new life was about to start for her. She could only hope it was going to be good.

#vikings #ivar lothbrok #ivar #ivar the boneless #ivar x reader #ivar x you #ivar x oc #ivar the boneless x reader #ivar the boneless x oc #fluff #possessive #dark ages

[jasper-pagan-witch]

As far as pcp goes, how would you go about creating and worshipping your own deity, if thats possible?

Hello hello!

As requested, I am tagging @alter-altars and @janhasnoplan in this answer. For convenience, I'm breaking this down into three headers - Don't Get Caught In A Cult, DIY Gods, and Religions From A Writing Perspective.

Don't Get Caught In A Cult

Cults are fucking terrible. And the worst part is, the more immune you THINK you are to them, the more likely you'll be to fall for their tricks.

The New Age to Alt-Right pipeline is a big example of this in metaphysical spaces, but many people have also drawn parallels between Jehovah's Witnesses, the Amish, or Mormons and cults - not because the model is wrong, but because groups that are cults often get away with it in many parts of the United States.

You may not be trying to start a cult for your DIY divinity, but it's important to be aware of the warning signs. People much smarter than I (or at least have the PhDs for it) have written many things about how to identify and escape cults, which brings us to:

Important Links

Steven Hassan’s BITE Model of Authoritarian Control on the Freedom Of Mind Resource Center

Mind Control - The BITE Model on the ex-cult Resource Center

The BITE Model of Cult Mind Control Explained by Joseph Sherwood on A Little Bit Human

How to Recognise a Cult; How to Avoid Cults That May Try to Convert You; and How to Leave a Cult on WikiHow

What To Do When You Realize You Accidentally Joined A Cult ​by Carrie Saum on Ravishly

How To Help A Loved One Who Joined A Cult by Stephanie Gomulka on Oxygen: True Crime

@pondering-the-kaiju's entire pinned post

DIY Gods

People have been making up gods for their needs for as long as we've had gods. Aradia (the creation of Charles Leland, fuck that dude) has one book as her source. Cernunnos appears on maybe one cauldron. People make up Greek gods all the time because there were just so many of those guys, what's one more? (Good examples of this are Mesperyian and, arguably, Makaria.) And, of course, we can't get through this without mentioning Robert Graves (fuck Robert Graves) creating the White Goddess as his wife's self-insert.

So yes, creating your own god is possible and has precedent. You could even argue that every god was created by someone at some point, because that's just how humans work. We see an idea (often because we're introduced to it by someone else), we go "Oh, that's neat!", and then we take the bits that work for us and we add new stuff that helps flesh out the divine in question. It's how Aphrodite evolved from Astarte, it's how Dionysus got developed and changed over time, and it's how we have the two Wiccan divines.

I recommend studying other religions and how they came to be, because that will also help you learn about how the gods in question came to be. Who moved where? What gods got brought along and turned into other gods? I particularly recommend looking at the Romans and how they went "Wow, everyone worships our gods but with different names! Neat!"

Important Links

Literally anything by Overly Sarcastic Productions that goes into detail about the origin of various deities (which is mostly on Red's end) - namely these ones about Aphrodite, Dionysus, Hades and Persephone and Demeter, Hermes, and Loki

Anything broadly about deity work and religion, frankly, because in the course of developing your divine figure, you'll have to come up with their offerings and portfolio and what they may help you with

Wolf Of Antimony Occultism - aka @wolfofantimonyoccultism here on Tumblr, they're creating their own religion that's really cool to see

Religions From A Writing Perspective

At heart, I am a worldbuilder. I build worlds. That's what I DO. My Kephea project is a great example of this, though I have others as well. In particular, I love building magic systems and religions.

I will accept any chance to talk about my Kephea project, but this is about building a religion. Generally speaking, religions like to talk about the following three things:

How did the world come to be?

How should we act towards one another?

What happens when we die?

Not every religion (real-world or in media) talks about all of these. Hell, some don't touch on any of them. Here's a fictional example of a religion that has some things to say: the Church of Avacyn (the plane of Innistrad in Magic: The Gathering):

Doesn't discuss how the world came to be.

Says that humans should help and protect each other from the monsters of Innistrad, which include vampires, werewolves, zombies, geists, and even other humans. Later says that humans are inherently sinful during the height of Avacyn's madness and they should be slain to save them from themselves. One archangel and her flight took that second part personally and caused a schism in the church.

Promises a Blessed Sleep that won't be bothered by undeath in either zombie or geist form. This isn't going well now that the archangel and her flight who oversees it are destroyed.

It's important to sit and think about how your religion addresses or doesn't address these questions. Is it more of a henotheistic approach, where any number of gods exist but you only worship some? Is it a monotheistic approach, where there's only a single deity? Is it a polytheistic approach, where there are many deities with a strong connecting thread? Is it an entirely different approach, like archetypes (the Mother, the Child, the Himbo), natural forces (the sun and moon, the forest, the potty pond), or something else? That's up to you.

A lot of my links here will be about polytheistic religions, because those are the ones I build the most. Yes, I have a lot of these links, because this is one of my special interests.

Important Links

On Worldbuilding: Religions [ polytheistic l Avatar TLA l Game of Thrones l Cthulhu ] by Hello Future Me/Timothy Hickson on YouTube (a written version of this video is also Part 12 in his book, On Writing And Worldbuilding volume 1)

So You Want To / Create a Mythopoeia; Fantasy Pantheon; and Stock Gods on TV Tropes

Creating a Religion Guide part 1, part 2, and part 3 on Roll For Fantasy

Common Misconceptions About Old Mythologies & Religions; Basic Tips To Create More Believable Sci-Fi & Fantasy Religions & Belief Systems; How To Create Fictional Structured Religions; and Things That Show Up In Christianity-Inspired Fiction That Aren't In The Bible on Springhole

List of religious ideas in fantasy fiction on Wikipedia

8 Tips for Creating a Pantheon for Your Novel by Jill Williamson on Go Teen Writers

How to Create God Characters for Your Fantasy World by Kathy Edens on ProWritingAid

In Summary

I didn't actually give advice, did I? I just kind of dumped a lot of my resources here. Oh well, hopefully you all get something useful out of this!

~Jasper

#answered #anonymous #religion #deity work #pop culture #masterpost #writing

[marimoscorner]

Welcome!🌿

MINORS DNI

Welcome to Marimo's Corner—your corner for chaotic, queer, mindful magic and paganism. This blog is meant as sort of a public grimoire of our path as well as a reference for other witches and pagans who wish to view it. We are by no means the authority on any subject nor perfect, but we want to contribute our small voice to the pot and hope it can help someone out. We want to foster community and find other like-minded souls to befriend! 🌿✨

Blog Content

This blog will widely cover what it is we study on our shared path. We study the following, but branch out as well.

Mythos: Celtic, Hellenic

Deities: Cernunnos, Pan, Danu, Dionysus, the Dagda, Apollo, among others.

Topics: Druidry, Celtic Magic, Hellenic Magic, Ancestral Magic, Green Magic, Kitchen & Home Magic, Knot Magic, Osteomancy, Tasseomancy, Bardism, Queer Inclusion in Magic, Animism, Ecclectic/Chaos Magic, Wheel of the Year, Convergence of Science & Magic, among others.

This blog will also be a sort of journal for us, so please do not expect perfection. We are excited to share with you!

About Us

We are a diagnosed DID system, so you'll see posts from a few of us! We'll do our best to remember to tag who writes what. Here are our primary spiritual alters.

Marimo he/they 🌿

Autumn she/her 🍁

Aekian he/they/she 🐏

Moss they/she 🍀

Bear he/they/it 🌲

Caleb he/him 📙

Gale he/they/she 🔮

Olive she/they🗡️

Rosie she/her ☕️

Jo she/they 🪻

Zephyr he/they 🦴

We all have slightly different interests, and are excited to share with you. We hope to see you again soon! Feel free to follow along on our journey. Thank you!

References

In an effort to make this blog a better resource, we will do our best to remember to log resources we’ve read here for your own research. Most will be directly witchy in nature, but others are simply lifestyle.

Irish Fairytales & Folklore by Y.B. Yeats (1888)

The Spirit of the Celtic Gods & Goddesses by Carl McColman & Kathryn Hines (2005)

The Book of Celtic Myths by Jennifer Emick (2017)

Celtic Mysticism by Tracie Long (2023)

The Book of Hedge Druidry by Joanna Van Der Hoeven (2019)

Queering your Craft by Cassandra Snow (2020)

Feral Self Care by Mandi Em (2023)

Etc. (Others I’ve sold, given, or borrowed)

#pagan #pagan witch #paganism #witchblr #witchcraft #pinned post #pinned intro

[deng-tsing-shiu]

Lawrence(?) X Reader

《Heart》

Synopsis: You assist in the death of “lich” Lawrence.

(One small question, will Gato make a Lawrence-related DLC for TPOF?)

Word Count:4.9k

It's my first time writing a homoerotic novel in English, and my first time posting my work on a non-Chinese platform.I wrote it on 14 February,but...Anyway，

I hope you will enjoy my Chinglish writing(?).

Background information:

In TPOF, MC1 from “You made a friend” ending is tormented by nightmares and voices after returning to modern society. MC1 contacts the Exorcism Guild, and the human world discovers the existence of this monster. During the investigation, they discover a related case: MC2 (from BTD2), who had contact with him 26 years ago(which is the time interval from BTD2 to TPOF.), left behind a strange written legacy. Out of sympathy for Lawrence, MC2 hoped that future generations could end the wandering behavior of the monster on the River - but now no one knows its real name:Lawrence Oleander.

MC1 had seen the Lawrence’s miserable condition and understood that eternal life is a curse, not a blessing. MC1 regards it as a “friend” who saved their life, but also fears becoming a monster like it. MC1 talks to it as much as possible, trying to awaken its human emotions and feelings. MC1 discovers some of its scattered past and its numerous attempts to die, but it couldn’t.

With the help of the Exorcism Guild, MC1 can escape Lawrence's control and die.

Lawrence’s existence is a potentially valuable research topic for the Exorcism Guild. How do humans become immortal monsters, and how can the curse of immortality be ended? The Exorcism Guild has set up a special team and established a base near its hiding place. Because they don’t know its original name, for convenience in future research, they refer to it as “Cernunnos,” which is derived from the mythological deity of ancient Celtic mythology in ancient Rome. It means “the horned one” and is in charge of hunting, fertility, animals, plants, wilderness, and also has the power to rule the underworld. Experts in various fields of human research, such as dream interpretation, unknown creatures, and black magic, gathered here for years of research. They came to a unanimous conclusion: Cernunnos must become human before it can be killed.

Opinions on how to resurrect it vary. The reason for being human is because it has a beginning and an end, life and death: some say that it only needs to regain its original name to awaken its memory, emotions, and human qualities so that it will recall its “beginning.” During the period when it regains its human form, it can be “ended” again. However, after decades of research, no one knows its real name.

Finally, people turned to another way. This sentence comes from "The Peony Pavilion", an ancient oriental book that records the secret ceremony of how to "resurrect" nonexistent people:

Emotions rise without a known start

Love once begun will never end

It makes people die or alive

“情不知所起，一往而深。生者可以死，死可以生。生而不可与死，死而不可复生者，皆非情之至。”

Therefore, the solution to resurrecting Cernunnos is also very simple and old-fashioned: it only needs to regain human “emotions”, such as love, angry ,fear and so on.But how can it obtain “emotions?” MC1, one of the few people who could communicate with Cernunnos, had already passed away, and as for MC2, that had been half a century ago.

“Cernunnos” learned about the human’s efforts to kill it through the Exorcism Guild members’ dreams, and began to observe the human’s behavior, watching the busy people working hard for it, its loneliness briefly disappearing.

It reached a tacit understanding with the Exorcism Guild. So, who will be the experimental subject? Even if they know Cernunnos’ hiding place, the corrupting effect is so terrible, and it’s so difficult to be close to it from a physical distance that the investigation has stopped.

Until Y/N appeared - that’s you. You were born with elements that can resist corruption. That means even if you come in contact with it, it won’t affect you. And your identity has countless connections with MC1 and MC2: historically, MC2 once adopted a child and used “Oleander” as the surname of the family. The child later developed his own family, and the descendants of this family later related to the descendants of MC1 through marriage. Therefore, you have information about the two families at the same time. It is most appropriate for you to come forward and let Cernunnos gain “emotions.”

Let the story begins.

You have always been lonely until you join the Exorcism Guild. This can relieve your loneliness when you are busy.

"Miss Oleander, it's up to you next!"The exorcist guild gives you an important task. Oleander is your family name. To be honest, after you know about the task, you really don't want to accept it. But the guild's promotion is close, you have to take, your competitors wish you immediately refuse. Of course, if you successfully complete this legacy of history, your future will be bright.

You didn't mind the task at first. You planned to loaf on the job, and finally told your superiors that you had done your best. You casually write a project plan. It’s very simple: you plan to treat him as your boyfriend.

It can’t be but who cares. This study lasted nearly half a century and no result. You are not an exorcism genius and you don't think you can complete the task.

Unluckily, Cernunnos notices your presence and “happy” to assist you in your task if you can really make it die. Cernunnos is so active that you can only bite the bullet and continue working. You don't want to know the consequences of offending him.

You come to the swamp and get up close and personal with His skeleton, and It was the first time for you to observe the “lich” in the real world: His skeleton changes and changes, but what remains the same is the skull of the broken antlers - the bone cavity of the head overflows with an ethereal blue flame, the charred heart hangs in its dried chest cavity, and its heart also emits an ethereal blue light - even after half a century, the heart has not decayed?

Cernunnos will assist you in your "mission", which is what It wants: death. According to your program, it will first have to learn to be a “human being". You put your hand on the top of its forehead, and you make sure that even this level of contact does not cause damage to your flesh. Someone in the guild has experimented with Cernunnos, and its corruption will not only work on living beings, but its ability is a magnetic field-like presence that interferes with the operation of the electric field, and the mechanical body cannot function properly around it.

You know a lot about it from previous research materials. The heart of the body is where the humanity exists, MC1 company to restore him a lot of emotion as a "friend" , his heart began to beat again.This kind of “creature” will still live without a physical heart, but it will make it completely lose the humanity, which makes it more difficult for you to communicate with it. The beast still feels lonely, indicating that he still has a little human nature and his heart is still functioning. You sympathize and promise him:

"I will help you obtain the heart of humanity."

You had no systematic plan and went completely on a whim. Surprisingly, this old monster was so cooperative. However, Its corrupting effect was so severe that not an inch of grass grew where it passed. You applied to the guild for amagic tool that could suppress the corruption.The guild threw an uninjected-energy junk to you. You were not discouraged, you inscribed on it the talisman that best matched Cernunnos’s physique and enchanted the spell, which was your first gift to him.

It is impossible to keep dating in the deserted forest that is not normal. You applied to the guild for the tool of illusionary disguise. It’s so perfect that his appearance looks no different from ordinary humans while using it. Interestingly, this device does not use magic. It is entirely a product of technology instead. The principle of this device is to adjust the shape through physical light and shadow, and has a similar function of reading the heart, and can generate the corresponding expression on the face according to the frequency of heart contraction and beating.

This is a visual trick, this technology is mainly developed by the guild, and today this technology is still in the internal testing stage. His decay has been partially suppressed with magic spells and this high-tech product can function now.

He has no special ideas, his appearance scheme is automatically generated by the AI: an ordinary young man with blond hair and blue eyes. the AI even gave him a random pair of tattoo:He stared at his arm band tattoo and his expression looked really strange. The expression is generated by the AI according to the condition of his heart, which greatly facilitates you to read his emotions, although he is mostly expressionless.

How can you go on a date without the money? You have applied for another project fund from the Guild and you are going to use this mission fund for a vacation. You brought him to the human community and he is silent most of the time. It has been too long since he has been in this place. The human world has changed over the years, urbanization is highly developed, artificial light all over the streets, in human cities can rarely see pure darkness, he felt uncomfortable, and even a "disgust" emotion.

You take his hand, and it is the first time his skeletal body touches the flesh of a living human being. Although his perceptual nerves are out of order, he can still "feel" the pulsation of your veins under the skin perceiving from the depths of his soul. There is a strange vitality that surges in you and he is curious to scratch the surface of your body to see how the roots and stems of the human body work. He "asks" you politely with his hoarse vocal cords: whether he can do that or not. MC1 taught him that human courtesy.

You agreed.It’s able to cure your skin with today's technology - as long as He avoids your heart area.

His bones have worn down to a point where they are not sharp enough. He’d rather to cut through your skin with his fingertips themselves but he couldn’t. You give him the knife and his cold skeletal hand touches the back of your head and he begins- seemingly testing the knife? As he turns to slice open your front chest and abdomen and you feel his hand shaking slightly as he holds the tip of the knife.

Just slashing away, He did not act further - because He was confused, He cocked His head in confusion, He did not know how to deal with these extra feelings inside. You find as if his heart has sprouted flesh and become slightly bulging.Is it your illusion? Are you contemplating how you are going to finish your report on "Cernunnos".Maybe he likes SM? Or is it an indication of a suspected compulsive skin peeling disorder?

You have a fondness for growing plants. You have various varieties of oleander growing in your home. The flowers are difficult to care for, but you take great care of them. You also planted some laurel, which is the raw material for making exorcism vessels, and you always use it. He observed you pruning the plants. You sensed his gaze and handed him the gardening shears, cultivating a hobby is also some kind of "love". He trimmed the leaves just as you did, and he was as skilled as if He had done it a thousand times before.

You took care of him like a flower. He is used to being around you.

You tell him that the flowers you planted are called "Oleander", which is also your last name, and that the plant He is pruning is called "Laurus". You think of one of the Guild's programs which has already abolished: find his true human name. Even plants have names, and becoming human should have a human "name" too.He must give himself a name - the original name "Cernunnos" that is too long to spell.Also you feel that he is not like a deity, "Cernunnos"doesn't fit him .

According to human marriage customs, the woman can choose to take her husband's surname when the man and woman get married.

What about the name? He gazed longingly at the plant and said it with a low voice:

"Laurus... I like it."

You heard it as "Lawrence," which is a very common name for men. There's even a river called the Saint Lawrence River.

He now has his own name: Lawrence Oleander, When you call out his new full name, he looks incredulous.It is the first time for you to see his volatile emotion and you can even see his azure pupils tremble slightly with the blue flames(or water?) spilling out of his eyes. He opened his mouth, and finally said nothing.

He likes to hear you call him by his name. He began to feel what it was like to be alive as a "human". He lived in the silence of the swamp for a long time, and when he was bored he would look up at the unreachable starry sky above him. You took him to a hill in the countryside, and you climbed to the top and looked out with him at the city lights. You think this is a very romantic date. The human city is shrouded in fog so the stars are invisible at night, but the lights of all the houses at nightfall are the starry sky of the city.

The city is bright, warm and lively, which was completely different from the dark, cold and silent swamp.This vitality does not suit him which can’t make him calmly settle down,either. The mountaintop is just you and him, and he likes the atmosphere.He somehow believes that you can bring him the ultimate death.

But since he regained his name, there has been no progress on your mission. After the Guild project team read your progress report, they shook their heads and they made the following "constructive" comment.

"Didn't you say you wanted him to be your boyfriend? Why didn’t you even have any intimate acts?"

Are they crazy? Make love with a skeletal monster ......?

"At least, you should kiss and hug. How else are you going to develop a relationship?" Someone laughed. They just want to see the "Beauty and the Beast" . You grit your teeth.You have to be patient because these assholes will give you a score for your assignment. You are a candidate for the future president. After you get that position, you will liquidate them one by one afterwards.

You return home and indignantly turn on the TV to relax. But the TV signal in your home is manipulated by those jerks. No matter which station you tune, it's all porn. You turn off the remote control, and the TV will automatically turn on again. You can imagine the mocking looks on their faces. You unplug the power.

You're so angry that your face turns red and you realize after the fact that you've been screwed by a competitor and that this damn mission shouldn't even exist. He looks at you in confusion. He's seen images on television of people hugging each other and then people pressing their mouths and lips together, an act that indicates intimacy. He has also seen countless scenes of human dreams, people seem to enjoy this. It's called "kissing", right?

You'll prove them wrong, you'll be able to do it-

You're in a fit of rage, and you ask him for a kiss. He's “surprised” for a moment; after all, he's in a decaying form. You don't care whether he agrees or not, you press your lips between his upper and lower jawbone with a flourish. His hyoid bone protrudes from between his jawbone and his throat, tentatively probing into your mouth, and you unexpectedly find that there should still be a few pieces of flesh hanging from his hyoid bone, as you feel the texture of the flesh.

A demented look comes into your eyes as you unclothe yourself. Your skin is pressing against his hard bones that are sinking into your soft flesh which makes him warm and comfortable.

He has no human lust for desire is based on flesh, generated by the nervous system and endocrine system together.He kind of laments his long-rotted, frame-only form again. But he likes doing this with you which means getting closer to you that way.

Is there anything crazier than that? You feel a pang of revulsion. But you can't show it in front of him. Maybe it is wrong to join the Exorcism Guild. No one can understand you.

"I understand ...... your loneliness." He knew your dreams.

You broke down and wiped your eyes. Your exorcism ability was nothing special.It only works on yourself and you cannot purify others. You've always wanted to be recognized in the Exorcism Guild, you've worked hard, you've studied a lot of magic formations, and even though you've worked hard, you can't match the innate "superpowers" of the other members. It’s impossible for you to be the leader of the guild.They promised the moon to you.Like the carrot dangling in front of the donkey, you will never be able to eat it in your life. You worked hard but you are still at the edge of relationships.

You can't use magic, and the guild won't entrust you with serious exorcism missions until you join the "Cernunnos" project team.They are right: you are the best human to get close to Cernunnos.

Damn the quest, damn the guild - and damn the world. You lost your calm in front of Cernunnos (and now his name is Lawrence).

His skeletal hand touches your cheek as he watches you. Looking at your tearful expression, his heart inexplicably feels a sadness that has not been felt for a long time.

"Do you want to see ...... that river?" He asked. This is the way he can think of to comfort you, the river can make people feel calm.

His habits have been mapped out by the Exorcism Guild, and he will have different emotions for people who have also visited the River. You are reminded that the first of the "Ten No's" of the program's code is: "Never follow them to the river." This is a paradox. If you want him to have "feelings", you must have died at least once.

You agree. Maybe only monsters in this human world can understand you. You come to the edge of the swamp.

Your vision is blurred. Did you really see the River? Or was it an illusion on your part? Why is his appearance in the river so similar to the one disguised by that apparatus simulation? Wasn't his soul a monster? Why is he in that human form in the river? The longer you stay around him, the weaker the connection with the River. Maybe you can return to earth yourself without him. The River does not bring you peace. Perhaps "corruption" is the trait closest to the River, and "resistance to corruption" is not compatible with the River's temperament.

You weakly returned to the flesh of the earth, the residual pain of death still exists, he looked at you with a very different look.

Your mission was wrong from the beginning. He is not a monster, his soul is human.

Was his soul always human? Or did your plan work? But he doesn't have a human body ......

You are under a lot of stress, will you still be able to complete your mission? You feel abdominal pain, nausea and dizziness.

"So, you failed your mission?" Your rival looks at you with interest, there is only one spot for this career advancement, you are competing for the same spot, she is provoking you, she says sarcastically, "That’s all? So much for your learning."

You clench your fists, your nails digging deep into your flesh, and you pull out a sneer, "Don’t jinx it."

"Oh, what a pity... it's so hard for you to get an assignment and it turns out to be like this." This is also your first assignment.

Is this a hallucination? The heart under Lawrence's ribs seems to have recovered quite a bit, but you always feel that something is missing. It seems that "love" is not enough to bring him back to life, not to mention that he can not seize the full human lust.

Your mission is not accomplished. You saw this coming from the beginning, but even so, you became anxious and fearful. Your previous efforts are going to be in vain. You are about to be expelled from the guild.

"Actually, there is another way," your rival says, leaning over your ear, her voice seemingly compelling, "that formation of transferring flesh - aren't you the best at that? "

She's annoying, but she also reminds you. If Lawrence's soul is restored to normal, all he needs is a human flesh body ...... and then, again, to use the human flesh body to die.

You made up your mind. You will prove they are wrong. Your name will be stamped on the page of history .You will become an epic poem sung by people for generations to come - and you want ...... Lawrence to never be alone again.

That's February 14th. You know the date, "Valentine's Day." In the 3rd century A.D., the Roman emperor declared all marriage promises abandoned so that more unattached men could take to the battlefields of war. A priest named Sanctus Valentinus continued to perform church weddings for young men in love. When the matter was denounced, Father Valentinus was hanged on the gallows on February 14, 270 AD.

You think you are the warrior woman who is going to the battlefield. That day, when you finished the last word of your project report, you figured out the third way to end this “lich”, and you would fight the perfect battle: if the ritual went well, you and Lawrence would share the same heart, your souls would merge, and you would be able to manipulate Lawrence to lie down in the river while he could only watch it happen - -you die together. You are in a good mood, you dress up and ask Lawrence if you can go to the tavern for a drink? For a long time, it's been you who says where to go, and that's the first time you've asked his opinion.

It's a bar called "The Jackalope". You hand Lawrence the glass and you ask him to drink it. He agrees, which he usually doesn't do, he doesn't need to eat, his hollow skeletal body can't be loaded with human food.

Can you imagine the liquid slowly flowing through his bones and finally spilling out from his hip bone in one stream, or is it already spilled when the liquor reaches his jaw? You cover your stomach and laugh so hard that you end up laughing out loud. He's staring at you the whole time.

Enjoy the feeling, Lawrence Oleander, and after this night, you'll have human flesh.

Slightly drunk, you take him to the place you have prepared for the ceremony. He looks at you, he is finally able to die - why does he have a little bit of attachment to this cold world?

You pull him into the magic formation you have prepared in advance, you gesture for him to sit cross-legged, you sit opposite each other, the light and shadow camouflage on his body have been lifted, and he turns into dead bones, which is his real appearance.

You take out the special knife for the ritual, which is engraved with runes. You aim it at your heart, you can't do it alone, you ask him to help you, he hesitates and agrees.

"I will help you get the Heart of human." You are weak and this formation will briefly sustain your life force and ensure that you see the ritual through to its completion.

"And then ...... you will be totally dead ." You smile. Then, your actions will be remembered by the Exorcist Guild and go down in history.

Within his skeleton, where the core of his heart is located, the original dried up heart of his has been replaced with yours. Your heart turned into a red pearl, red and bright, hot and unusual, as if burning red iron, this brightness shone all over his whole body bones, and the heat spread all over the bones. In the bone marrow cavity inside the bones, the red filaments, which are tightly connected, are like the tungsten filaments in a light bulb, emitting red light, getting brighter and brighter, all over the bones of the body.

His muscles are born little by little: all ten toes, the palms of the feet, the heels, the calves, the knees, the thighs, the abdomen,the central organs, the fingers, the palms of the hands, the arms, the elbows, and the head. Finally, the two antlers on his head should be broken, he has a human body.

And your body is decaying so fast that while you can still hold the knife, you should take it and stab it into his body, after which he will obtain true death.

With your last voice you say to him:

"Happy Valentine's Day."

He strokes up his heart and he looks at you in confusion. He feels one more thing in his heart - what is it?

His heart hurts, and this pain is enough to bring tears to his eyes.

What people fear more than life and death is loneliness.

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[You killed him]

"Happy Valentine's Day."

You got out the knife in time, and you used your last strength to stab it as far as you could into Lawrence's newly flesh-generating heart.

He looked at you in confusion. He feels one more thing come out of his heart. His heart hurts, and this pain is enough to bring tears to his eyes.

You melt into one. In the River, your vision is his vision, and he sees the same as you. But he cannot manipulate your actions; you lie down in the river, you drift together, you die together.

The Exorcist Guild remembers your sacrifice, your name is engraved forever on the wall of honor of the Exorcist Guild, and you have earned the respect of your opponents. But what does fame mean to the dead?

[You didn't kill him]

You hesitated at the last second. Whether to live or die, you have to give him the choice.

Your flesh withered quickly and you could no longer hold the knife, which fell to the ground, stained with your blood. You turn into bones, and your skeleton falls helplessly on his body.

He strokes his heart, and he looks at you in confusion. He can feel his pulse.

He feels something extra in his heart, and his heart aches, an ache that is enough to make him shed tears.

You disappear.

He walked down the street alone.

Why did you give up at that last moment, when you should have stabbed the knife into his heart? He wasn't grateful.

He felt that he was getting further away from the river as it turned out. Your heart, a blessing and a curse. His regenerated flesh was normal, he had never felt so healthy, seeing, hearing, smelling, tasting, touching - the senses were so sensitive. He thought about stabbing that knife into his heart, and the pain made him stop halfway.

Things were back to square one. What was the point of his life? He didn't fit into this society. The world was alien to him, and he wandered aimlessly in it. Observing the people around him, the whole world is white with bones.

He sees the person you hate. She takes your place, and your hard-written project reports are tossed aside. They are nothing but a white skeleton too, nothing to hate.

He sees someone you like. He is also a white skeleton, there is nothing to love.

No matter how beautiful or ugly the appearance is, all people will be turned into white bones.

His hand presses his beating heart through his skin. It was yours.

It made him feel like you were always around.

And it did. Your soul rests inside that heart, and you feel like you're imprisoned inside Lawrence. You can see his every move, and his physical body is your prison. You can't manipulate his actions. When he dies and his soul comes to the River, you remain the same.

Whether he chooses to go downstream or continue to wander.

From now on, you will not be alone.

#Lawrence oleander #btd x reader #tpof x reader #Lawrence x mc #btd Lawrence

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ima take a moment to talk about those. by which i mean a well known spirit from native american folklore, whose name starts with W. which i won’t be writing here, because (1) many believe that saying, reading, writing or even hearing the name causes the entity to be able to find you, (2) I’m not native and i don’t want to be disrespectful, and (3) even though i’m kind of a skeptic, I’m not gonna tempt fate here or anything. -_-

there’s been a recent rise in…popularity? i guess you could call it? in regards to W. they’ve been featured in media like until dawn (video game), netflix shows, horror franchises and more. W are being misrepresented, usually being incorrectly portrayed as unnaturally tall humanoid creatures with a deer skull for a head, where in the original folklore, they don’t look like that at all (source. just a warning, W is mentioned by name many times in the article.)

bearing this in mind, if anyone wants to write about deer-like monsters, here are some other cool creatures to read about instead of the W!

skulldog (furry fandom). obviously not a deer, but it’s a humanoid creature that has a skull in place of a head.

Telltale’s ‘The Wolf Among Us’ interpretation of the jersey devil

deerman; a north american cryptid treated similarly to the mothman or the sasquatch.

appalachian not-deer

(my personal favorite) Leshy, Leshen, or Spriggan from the Witcher franchise. pictured here:

the reason i like this one is that it’s a clear nod to Cernunnos from celtic mythology, and its design is really cool and unique in my opinion, made of wood rather than skin and bones. also, in addition to being human hunters, they have the ability to manipulate plants, as well as summon crows and wolves. so y’know, that’s super badass.

anyway, i don’t write about cryptids or monsters, but i LOVE reading about them and researching them. so if anyone who isn’t native is considering writing about W, id ask them to take a look at this first <3 and btw if i missed anything feel free to reblog or message me with more information!

#monsters #cryptid #cryptids #skulldog #jersey devil #not deer #appalachia #folklore #paranormal #monsterfucker #the witcher #geralt of rivia #leshy

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Describing every single fricking SCP Object Class

It is apparently customary in the SCP Community to use the "locked box" analogy whenever possible, so I shall be doing the same. I... might have some trouble, but oh well that is what they call life. Standard Object Classes (aka the ones that people actually use)

Safe: You put it in a box. Nothing happens.

Euclid: You put it in a box. You're not quite sure what's gonna happen.

Keter: You put it in a box. Oh crap it's escaping.

Thaumiel: It either IS the box, or is helping you put other stuff in boxes.

Neutralized: It no longer needs to be in a box.

Decommissioned: It no longer needs to be in a box... because you destroyed it.

Apollyon: A box will not help. Nothing will help. Accept your doom. Archon: You could put it in a box, but you decided it's better if you didn't.

Explained: You thought it needed to be put in a box but turns out it was just a regular thing that doesn't require a box.

Pending: You haven't tried to put it in a box.

Esoteric Object Classes (aka Heyyyyyy what if we made things MORE complicated)

Absentia: You use it to keep nonexistent stuff into the "box" that is nonexistence. Acquiesce: You can't put it in a box. Deal with it.

Adventure: You put it in a box. Suddenly, you realize life is exciting, and records about you start portraying you in a manner befitting your exciting life. Oh wait, no, that’s just a side effect of putting the thing in the box. Aegis: It was specifically created to protect your putting-stuff-in-boxes activities.

Aether: Some people claim it exists. If you find out it does, then you'll put it in a box.

Aicalë: You put it in a box, with the knowledge that it’s not staying there. Ain: You put it in a box. Eventually it will cause the end of the world.

Ain-Soph-Aur: You don’t put it in a box. It manages itself, and the continued existence of normal humans that don’t need to be put in boxes. Aisna: It makes more stuff that you might need to put in boxes. But you can use it. And it might be part god.

Anesidora: You put it in a box, and must prohibit the box from mixing with other boxes. Anomalous: You could put it in a box and study it further but it's useless so who cares? Antithesis: It must be used to keep itself and other stuff from being put in boxes.

Apologize: Someone had some kind of breakdown while writing this. Probably has to do with the thing you’re putting in a box. Archived: Maybe you put it in a box once but now you no longer need to care about it, so you've stashed the files away. Argus: Someone other than you put it in a box. Asura: You can't do anything to it, but that's fine because it's harmless. Atlas: It is what allows you to continue existing, so you shouldn't put it in a box.

Axiom: 42 Azathoth: You put it in a box. Egads! This thing is definitely very dangerous and deserving of a cool and unique object class.

Bakkhos: Putting it in a box is difficult because defining boundaries of any sort becomes a lot harder when it is involved. Belial: Its box (if it exists) is outside of your jurisdiction, so you use a metaphorical box for it instead.

Beautiful: You put it in a box. And now you and everyone else studying it worships it.

BFF: You put it in a box. It emits a memetic effect that causes people to take it out of the box. (There are a lot of weird ones like this) Binah: What is this, Persona 5?

Boltzmann: You cannot put it in a box. Which is good, since it's necessary for your continued existence.

Cartel: You were going to put it into a box, but then your managers (Regional and Overwatch Command) told you to make it Uncontained instead (see below). Cernunnos: You could theoretically put it in a box, but you don't have the ability to do so right now.

CHALLENGE: Identical to Safe, but part of the box it’s in involves referring to it in a specific way. Chelovek: You don't need to put it in a box because the HR department is doing it for you. Chesed: You are working together with the affected parties to keep it in a box. Chhokmah: You can't put it in a box because that would mess with people's brains.

Compromised: You put it in a box. Things went from fine to not fine in a way that means you need to destroy your files on it. Concentra: It creates its own box, then continuously puts more stuff in that box ad infinitum. Conscientia: You can't put it in a box, so you tricked everyone into thinking it's normal.

Contained: You put it in a box. Which is all you'd THINK it would mean, but *nooooo* it's one of THOSE ones-

Containment: You put it in a box, then train it to put stuff in boxes. Then it goes AWOL. Continua: You put it in a box, but part of it's missing, so you're not sure if the box is actually working.

Cor: You put it in a box, then actively do everything in your power to avoid thinking about what it is and does, to the point that you change its Object Class to something meaningless. Da'as Elyon: Identical to Conscientia, except somehow Jewish.

Daath: Instead of putting it in a box you let it wander around parts of your workplace.

Dagdagiel: CHEER UP SLEEEEEEEPY JEEEEEEEEAAAAAAN

Damballah: It's in a box, but you aren't sure how or why.

Dark Keter: You cannot put it in a box or destroy it. The file for this likely came from an untrustworthy source.

[DATA EXPUNGED]: You put it in a box (maybe). The exact details are something you don’t have the clearance for.

Debated: Whether or not it actually needs to go in a box (and how or why) is currently under dispute.

Decidium: You use it to destroy other stuff. Also it might be a god? And you might worship it? But like, also while keeping it in a box?

Dependent: You put it in a box, and everything's fine, but you also have a legal and/or moral obligation to maintain it.

Dishwasher: sighs Let’s put a pin in that for now, please.

Downy: You put it in a box. Duck-related things occur.

Draugr: It itself doesn't need a box (maybe it's destroyed) but weird box-worthy stuff keeps happening and it's responsible somehow.

Drygioni: Your bosses are looking into it.

Echelon: It (and likely the box you have put it in) is currently you and your organization’s highest priority. In theory. This Object Class has never actually been used in practice, if any documents have it you can probably ignore them as being altered by something that should be in a box.

Ecophagy: Ecophagy: Ecophagy: Ecophagy: Ecophagy: Ecophagy: Ecophagy: Ecophagy: Ecophagy: Ecophagy: Ecophagy: Ecophagy: Ecophagy: Ecophagy: Ecophagy: Ecophagy: Ecophagy: Ecophagy: Ecophagy: Ecophagy: Ecophagy: Ecophagy: Ecophagy: Ecophagy: Ecophagy:… 

Efla: You or one of your coworkers made the dang thing.

Ein Sof: You put it in a box designed to keep it exactly the way it is. And this was intentionally designed, by a god, maybe.

Ellipsis: You have a box. There is nothing in the box worth talking about or otherwise referring to. Trust me, it’s *really* not worth it.

Embla: You put it in a box, then use it to create more stuff that can be put in boxes.

Endeminis: It's technically part of the way your job functions, so instead of putting it in a box you just kind of keep track of it.

Enochian: You can't really put it in a box on account of it being a fundamental part of reality.

Entos: You wrote a file on it. The file is the box.

Eparch: You put it in a box, not because it needs to be in a box, but because it's connected to other stuff that might need to be in a box.

ERROR: Something’s wrong with your file. Check to make sure you entered the URL correctly.

Esoteric: Er, wait, that's what I'm already listing, can't you be more specific? The people who came up with all these other terms certainly didn't seem to have any trouble. Ether: Same meaning as Aether. It's been thousands of years and humans still can't agree how this word is spelled.

Ethical: You put it in a box. Then you let the Ethics Committee handle it. LET THEM HANDLE IT.

Exist: It’s everything, so you can’t put it in a box. Hopefully.

Finis: Nothing will need to be put in boxes anymore, which means you will no longer need boxes. (Well, like, you still need them NOW, we'll get there when we get there)

Flor Galana: It partially puts itself and other stuff in boxes, but you can't completely put it in a box.

Former: Regardless of whether or not you are trying to put it into a box, you and others will be memetically compelled to claim that it was something previously (the claims themselves are what matter here, regardless of whether it was and/or still is what is being claimed).

Foundation: It almost doesn’t need to be put into a box.

F***: Either you or someone else put something in a box (or tried to) and now circumstances have caused you to throw aside decorum and professionalism while filling the report.

Galileo: You can’t put it into a box… but you CAN destroy it!

Gevurah: It hurts the infrastructure of your job, and impedes various stuff your job is trying to do.

GOD: Calm down and check to see if there are any other versions of the file for it.

Gleipnir: You keep needing to put it in different types of boxes.

Glorious: Identical to Beautiful, except instead of putting it in a box you wear it on your head.

Gӧdel: It WOULD be Explained, but you need other things in boxes to explain it.

Hazardous: I thought this applied to all of these? Uh. It hurty, no touchy.

HANDLE_NOT_FOUND: Essentially the same as ERROR. Though you might want to read whatever file comes up VERY carefully.

Hariti: It’s one of your coworkers which means (at least in this instance) that it doesn’t need to go in a box.

Hera: It really doesn’t like you. But if you can, you will put it in a box and use it.

Hiemal: You put it in a box. Then you looked closer and realized it was multiple things keeping each other in boxes.

Hod: Instead of getting a new job, why not get your old one, but different? …Using a process kept in a box.

Ignosi: You cannot put it in a box because you don’t know it exists. In fact, nobody can know it exists. (wait, how does that work, if nobody knows they exist why is there a classification for them? did they like make it under the assumption that SOMETHING fit the criteria? like i know it’s for the readers’ benefit but all of this exists in universe right? or is this another “there is no canon” thing? goshdangit)

In Doubt: You put it in a box, and you would use one of the three main Object Classes (Safe, Euclid, Keter) but you can’t use the letter E for some reason.

Infohazardous Predator: Exactly what it says on the tin. You need to put it in a box.

Inimical: You put it in a box. In doing so you make it worse. Destroy it ASAP.

Instrumentum: You put it in a box, and then you and your organization (which, as you might have gathered, specializes in putting stuff in boxes) put it to use. So basically it’s Prodest but better. We’ll get to Prodest. Oh, we’ll GET to Prodest.

Integrated: You put it in a box. The box is called “being part of the company that puts stuff in boxes”. Also possibly therapy.

Irrelevant: You might be able to put it in a box but trust me when I say you don’t need to worry about it. Probably.

Israfil: You put it in a box. Then- wait, it’s what? Due to what? Okay so the thing it it’s… umm… sigh just look up Action 10-Israfil-A, it’s a result of that.

Interferelessed: In order to keep it in a box, you and everyone else at your job must have access to at least a partial file on it at all times.

Jerusalem: Regardless of if it’s in a box or not, you can go see it at any time. Something about this feels ironic.

Joke: You put it in a box. Exact details beyond that are extremely context-specific, so treat with caution.

Juggernaut: You put it in a box. It can cause the end of the world. Yes I know that applies to like everything, I didn’t make this object class!

Karl June: You put it in a box, because it is under the effects of SCP-6727.

Khonsu: You put it in a box and now you’re studying the heck out of it before it stops being something you can study.

Kronecker: In theory, it means that you don’t need to put it in a box. In practice, however, this only applies to one specific example, every other SCP labeled Kronecker has been altered from its original (more accurate) classification.

Kušum: You’ve given up for now on trying to put it in a box.

Legally Uncontainable: You cannot legally put it in a box, either due to your own governing authority or another. Or a… fast spreading burger company?

Maksur: You’ve separated it into parts, and put those parts into different boxes.

Malchut: Identical to Keter, and used in scenarios when using Keter outright isn’t an option. Not to be confused with Malkuth.

Malkuth: Advanced Non-Humans are putting it in a box. Hopefully. Not to be confused with Malchut (seriously, why do they DO this???)

Megiddo: Basically the same thing as Apollyon except the whole Doom thing has already happened.

Memet: It’s keeping itself in its own box.

Mendax: You put it in a box. Then determining exactly what occurs next is tricky as it alters information about itself. As such, this Classification doesn’t really get used. Not to be confused with Mendax. Mendax: Identical to Enochian, except you have to monitor it carefully because it’s still capable of causing the apocalypse. Not to be confused with Mendax. (If it helps, this one is originally written in the Cyrillic Alphabet as opposed to the Latin one.)

Moiety: You put it in a box. The United Kingdom depends on this.

Multiple: You put it in a box. There are differing reactions from different parts of it at differing times, so you’re gonna need to go into greater detail over which parts qualify as which Object Class.

Multiplex: You put multiple things in multiple boxes, but if you’re gonna go into detail about one of them you have to talk about ALL of them.

Mumar: You put it in a box. You cannot tell your bosses about it.

Mushrik: I’ve read this file like 5 times and I have NO idea what makes this SCP worthy of a unique Object Class, or what this Object Class is even supposed to indicate. I don’t understand.

Mutually Dependent: You put it in a box. It’s actually multiple things that, if separated, would no longer need to be in a box.

N/A: No, I am NOT going to describe even more weird exceptions than I already am! If it doesn’t have an Object Class, it doesn’t have an Object Class. MOVING ON!

Nagi: You put it in a box, but then it stopped needing to be in a box. You’re keeping it in the box anyway, just in case.

Necrospar: There’s no evidence it exists. But if it does, you’ll put it in a box.

Nehemoth: Instead of putting it into a box, you do your best to destroy it due to it being your enemy. …This isn’t one that the Foundation actually uses.

Nepenthe: ‘CAUSE WE COULD BE IMMORTALS, IMMO-ORTALS… 

Netzach: You put it in a box, if necessary. It’s used to ensure the indefinite survival of the human race. Technically it’s more complicated than that and I wish people would stop turning planets into SCPs.

Nightfall_Meteor: No need to put it in a box, just observe. It’s capable of causing an apocalypse, but such an effect won’t last long so just make sure you’re prepared for it.

Non-Anomalous: You don’t need to put it in a box. Well, unless you’re trying to protect it from all the stuff around it that DOES need to put in boxes.

None: Oh for crying out loud what did I just say in the N/A section?

Null: You cannot put it in a box because it cannot exist, so don’t view it as something that exists.

Oblique: You might have put it in a box, it’s hard to tell right now since the general narrative structure that the SCP Foundation usually operates on is being altered.

Ogiel: You currently cannot put it in a box, and no efforts will be made now or in the future to put it in a box. Instead you’re just going to guard it and watch it to ensure nothing changes about it.

Olympus: You aren’t putting it in a box, because only your bosses know it exists. Assuming this Object Class actually exists in this reality.

Omnehet: Identical to Nehemoth, just run through the same infohazard that produced the latter.

Other: You put it in a box, and selected its Object Class from a drop-down menu.

Pagnum: It put itself in its own box. So now you’re watching to make sure that the box is satisfactory.

Pantokratōr: You can’t put it in a box because it’s too big. Guess you’ll have to wait until the next Smash Bros game, sorry.

Pausa: You’re no longer trying to keep it in a box because it doesn’t need to be in one, but it might need to be put in a box again in the future.

Petrus: You can’t prove it needs to be in a box, but you’re putting it in a box anyway because it’s too risky not to.

Principalis: You don’t put it in a box because you don’t know it exists. Your bosses do, though, and it’s their mission statement.

Prodest: You put it in a box. It’s useful. (WHY IS THIS AN OBJECT CLASS? NONE OF THAT HAS ANYTHING TO DO WITH CONTAINMENT?? SO WHAT IF IT’S USEFUL, IS THE FOUNDATION EVEN USING IT??? LITERALLY EVERY SINGLE OBJECT CLASS HAS GREATER REASON TO EXIST THAN THIS DOES. SCREW YOU PRODEST, YOU’RE THE WORST.)

Pudicitia: You put it in a box. While doing so you ended up hurting, damaging, or otherwise negatively affecting it. So now you’re helping it get better.

Radix: You put it in a box. Now it’s part of the chain of command.

[REDACTED]: Essentially the same as [DATA EXPUNGED]. Like. Obviously they’re different terms. But effectively they have the same result on what you’re able to do about it.

Rigoletto: It may or may not be difficult for you to put it in a box and keep it there. Depends on how people feel about it.

Robertson-Jackal: You put it in a box, and everything about that box is randomly generated (including the Object Class) to prevent its escape.

Saoshyant: You don’t put it in a box because it acts as your organization’s Patron Deity. Though considering the lore there might be multiple contenders for the title at this point.

Sapientia: Identical to Chhokmah, except not Jewish.

See Below: You attempted to put it in a box and what happened was pretty complicated so you’re just gonna talk about it in the bulk portion of the file for it. Somehow I can’t tell if this is better or worse than a lot of the other ones on this list.

Semel: Technically speaking this one doesn’t actually mean anything.

Sfae: You put it in a box, accompanied by a person or persons (possibly you) that must also stay in the box.

“Shadow’s Crown” Phenomenon: Fancy way of saying Thaumiel while avoiding certain effects.

Shrӧdinger: You put it in a box. In order to keep it in the box, you must record everything about it and connected to it. I can’t tell if this is funny or fitting.

Sistema: You put it in a box, but it’s made of a lot of smaller things, so putting it in a box will only work if all the things are together.

Simpatico: You have NO idea what is up with this thing or how to put it in a box, but it’s probably fine.

Skӧll: You put it in a box. Soon it will no longer need to be in a box. That, or it’s going to cause a lot of stuff (including itself) to escape their boxes with no end in sight. Or both!

Skótos: You put it in a box. You still don’t know a significant amount of things about it and how it works, but hey, at least it’s in a box!

Sofa: Analogous to Keter, approximately.

Spiritual: You can’t put it in a box because it transcends- okay, you know what NO. Stop with the metaphysical bullcrap we already have more specific Object Classes for all of this. And you, 4487, can shut up and die.

Spiteful Motherf*****: You put it in a box. It makes you really, REALLY angry at it.

Standard: The same thing as Safe, except it’s a robot who put it in a box and classified it.

Starveling: The Department of Surrealistics is probably on drugs.

Sunrays, Muted: Despite being sandwiched between Starveling and Super Keter, this one actually kinda makes sense in context.

Super Keter: You put it in a box while at Site-333. It probably still fits the definition of a “regular” Keter. Not that you’ll have any luck telling Site-333 that.

Symbolic: You only figuratively put it in a box. Also sorry did I say the Surrealistics Department was probably on drugs? I meant definitely.

TBD: Identical to Pending or Debated, but apparently used when ALL pertinent info is to be determined at a later time. Or to put it another way, you’re still in the process of putting it in a box, but you won’t be able to make any progress in that until later due to a complete lack of info.

Tempus: You put it in a box, but it messes with time, so you need to ensure that it has ALWAYS been in a box.

Tenebrarius: You cannot put it in a box because you are not allowed to know it exists. The same applies to your coworkers and bosses. Just you guys though, other people can learn about it.

Terminal: You put it in a box. You die. Now you’re in the box too.

Test: Doesn’t need to be put in a box as it doesn’t exist. This Object Class is reserved for dummy files used by bot testers.

the simpsons farting: I hope you guys understand how much making this list has broken me.

Thorleyan: You put two separate-but-identical things in identical boxes and ensure that they both stay identical and that they are aware that they are still identical.

Tiamat: It could become a huge threat to humanity. Buuuuut you can put it in a “box” by telling the world about all the other stuff you’ve put in boxes. No way that would go wrong.

Ticonderoga: You can’t put it in a box, but it doesn’t have to be put in a box.

Tiphereth: You put it in a box with something, and in order to keep it in the box you must routinely swap the other thing for another thing identical to the previous thing without it noticing.

Umbra: You may or may not be able to put it in a box. It has a direct effect on the appearance of other stuff that you’ll want to put in boxes.

Unclassed: You put it in a box (or at least attempt to), then deliberately avoid classifying it by the results.

Unconfirmed: Didn’t we already do this song and dance with Necrospar?

Uncontainable: Surprise surprise, you cannot put it in a box.

Uncontained: It is currently not in a box.

Undefined: You put it in a box, and you know how well that went down. You just can’t actually refer to it in any way for some reason, so you use this placeholder Object Class instead.

Unknown: Neither you or anyone else seems to know what is up with this, or how to put it in a box. But it probably needs one.

Urgent Reclassification Required: Another placeholder. Kind of exactly what it says. Don’t you wish they were ALL clear like this sometimes?

Uya: You can’t put it in a box YET because you haven’t found it, but you’re pretty sure if it doesn’t already exist it will eventually.

Yesod: Identical to Radix, but Jewish. I swear the SCP Foundation doesn’t have some weird antisemitic segregation going on, they just have so many Skips connected to Judaism that they have to clarify sometimes.

Youklid: Identical to Euclid, but you can’t document it properly so you have to verbalize it to a child to fill out the forms. Be very careful about these ones, they don’t usually end well.

World Ending?: You’re preparing to try and put it in a box, and you think it might be capable of, well, ending the world. Kind of a Placeholder Classification, not a real one. Pending before Pending for what might be really bad stuff.

Zeno: It took you a bit of effort to put it in a box, but it was never that much of a threat.

Zenzizenzizenzic: Remember what I said about the Surrealistics Department? If you see this Object Class, you are probably currently on their drugs. This applies to the Dishwasher Class too.

Zurvan: Similar to Enochian, except that it’s less that you *can’t* put it in a box because it’s a fundamental part of reality, and more that you shouldn’t.

53: You attempt to put it in a box, but this is difficult due to being unable to to gain much information about it, as well as the fact that it is actively trying to have an effect on you and your organization, among others. This may include trying to put you in a box.

Ѻмѐга-Титло: You put it in a box. You know it will inevitably escape the box, so you’ve constructed a convoluted pseudo-religion to manipulate the probability of its escape at any given moment to be later rather than sooner, in the hopes that you will be able to procrastinate said escape into never happening.

SubclassesNO I am NOT doing all the subclasses right now. I might do them if this is well received after I publish this online, but only after doing the Risk Classes and Disruption Classes first. Those seem more relevant as of late.

Now, the Fun Part:

WHICH ONE DID I MAKE UP?

#scp #scp foundation #scp fandom #this took hours #good luck figuring out which one is fabricated #idk how to tag this #object classes #no i do NOT know why it formatted weirdly sometimes #sorry not sorry

[timothylawrence]

Hiii, if you’re still doing these this is my tav Cernunnos. He’s a circle of the moon druid who was adopted into a noble family when his older sister found him wandering the woods on the edge of their property when he was about 6 (no family, no nothing). I can’t quite decide if he has a neutral good or lawful good alignment at the moment but that’ll come with playing him some more and seeing what happens. He’s deaf, he can read lips but will almost exclusively respond in sign (sometimes writing responses down in necessary). He’s probably my social butterfly out of all of my OCs, he loves meeting people and talking to everyone he can and tends to be very outgoing (this can also lead to impulsivity but he’s working on that)

OMG!! Hi Cernunnos!!!! I love the design !! The horns are so sick!!!

I think Rana would be intimidated at first but her curiousity is most definitely taking a charge here. I like to think she'd know a decent amount of sign language (to me... the thieves guild would use sign to commuicate ! its quieter than speaking!!) but would be a lil reluctant to use it at first because she doesn't want peoeple to connect the dots to her being an ex- thieves guild person! Rana would absolutely get along though, I know she'd have a blast listening more than speaking and hearing all his wonderful stories....

#asks #haarleps #i love his design!!! and his story is so cool!!!! #rana understands what its like not to have family... i think theyd be good friends!!!

[elvensemi]

The Problem with Faeries

[SFW] [Third Person] [Urban Fantasy] [Faeries] [Witch's Curse]

Bree is a human living in Valesport, a small town on the east coast of the United States that functions as a secret haven for the supernatural. As a cursed human, it’s one of the safer places for her… at least, safe from other humans. Everything else Valesport has to offer remains a threat. She’s already had her run-ins with werewolves, vampires, and whatever the hell Jean Cernunnos is… so, in retrospect, she was probably due to get into trouble with the Fae.

The Problem with Faeries chapters 5-7 are now available on Patreon! In this update, Bree spends her first night ever in her own body. Worm off her string, what sins will she commit?

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