#asemic speech

[jamiepaige]

i'm pullin on party poppers and blowing out candles

HAPPY SECOND BIRTHDAY BITTERSWEET!!!!! ❤️💚🧡💙💛💜

thank you all so, so much for traveling along with me these past two years; it's been a genuine honor! let me share some thoughts below the cut, too -

it's no exaggeration to say this album changed my life; i thought myself genuinely washed as a musician for a good few years, caught up in burnout and self-doubt, until a sudden burst of inspiration manifested and turned into this! it's a collection of songs i am wholeheartedly and joyously proud of, and unlike a lot of things i've made in the past, it hasn't taken me half a decade to come around on that. it's special!

appropriately enough, this celebration is itself a little bittersweet for me; this was around when i had originally planned to release my follow-up album, after all. i've been slowly working on it this past year, but as it goes, life had other plans for me. not necessarily bad plans, mind you! there's been good and bad, but... well, the good will come, and the bad will never last. someone said that once, i think

either way, i am honored to have spent these past two years taking the scenic route with yall.

...yknow, i hear this place looks lovely in the summer. we’re in no rush, right? wanna hang around a bit? we’ll get to see spring come, too!

#jamie paige #bittersweet #music #teehee #Bandcamp

[viadescioism]

What's your point of view on mantra chanting?

It's useful at least from what I have interacted with it in relation to practices of yoga, hinduism, and buddhism, and I have found their mantras to be powerful at least the ones that have been shared with me and when I have used them in their contact.

Though I do not use the practice of mantras in my own practice I do use ritualistic chanting, and asemic speech for representing intentions, building power, and manifesting through the speaking of my names of the divines, and the arskasa ona as language is a very important part of my spiritual practices.

[jordanianroyals]

19 September 2023: Princess Salha bint Asem patronized the launch of a joint regional nutrition coordination meeting, organized by the World Health Organization’s Regional Office for the Eastern Mediterranean.

The opening session of the meeting, which brought together regional representatives of member states, members of academic circles, United Nations agencies and international organizations, saw the launch of a database of food components in the Eastern Mediterranean region, which is a joint initiative between Al-Quds University and the organization’s regional office. (Source: Petra)

Princess Salha said that Jordan has achieved revolutionary improvements in the field of nutrition in recent decades, yet it is still suffering, like other countries in the Eastern Mediterranean region, from a rapid nutritional transformation that has led to high rates of obesity and, subsequently, non-communicable diseases.

The local health authorities are working, in cooperation with WHO, to support healthy nutrition programs to reduce obesity rates and combat high blood pressure, diabetes and other non-communicable diseases, she added.

Princess Salha pointed out that the launch of the National Nutrition Strategy for the year 2023-2030 and its executive framework are a clear embodiment of the commitment of the concerned governmental and non-governmental bodies to work diligently to achieve better levels of nutrition in line with the royal visions of achieving the desired economic and social development goals.

For his part, Director of the WHO Regional Office Ahmed Al Mandhari said in a speech, delivered on his behalf by the organization’s Regional Nutrition Advisor, that malnutrition in all its forms causes huge losses in the health of the population in the Eastern Mediterranean Region and their sustainable development, and the countries of the region are facing the double burden of malnutrition, as the region suffers from malnutrition and obesity becoming more prevalent day by day.

#princess salha

[graywyvern]

( lanny quarles / via )

２８１４ - 新しい日の誕生/Birth of a New Day.

    banishment take in limbo     as shrapnel

empire cease inch     stir attic

Discovery 50003.

For some reason the artist Cy Twombly has been on my mind. For a long time, he was like the Dark Horse of the Abstract Expressionists; there appears to be a big revival going on, though, & his paintings have been going for millions. I see him in many ways as the figure behind the contemporary Asemic movement (if not Henri Michaux), which is well-represented on Facebook too. My idea is that the Intimate has taken the place of the Authentic in our discourse, the Authentic having proved too problematic to sustain. Twombly's epic historical paintings are like doodles in the margin of a history textbook. Even Malaparte figures into this: while i can doubt that, say, a bunch of wild horses were actually chased into the river by fire, where they immediately froze solid & remained there, standing up, all winter long, this is like a tall tale emblematic of the surrealism of war. His experiences all occur on the immediate level--he has often been caught in combat, & can reel off the names of battlefields, but what he shows are things like breaking into an abandoned farmhouse to sleep for once in a bed, & his whole narrative might be described as one long series of bad smells...

"He is best known for his dislike of the letter R [the 'littera canina']. The letter does not appear in any of his 130 poems. He is even said to have eliminated it from his daily speech, refusing to say his last name for over seventeen years."

[michaelpaulukonis]

MISTER NATURAL SPEAKS TO YOU. COMIX ARE GOOD. THE PENIS IS EVIL. GO FORTH AND READ.

Robert Crumb remixed with various backgrounds from the recent past.

#glitchaesthetic #glitch #vaporgramapp #gifs #color #colour #new media poetics #digital collage #vintage comics #concrete poetry #robert crumb #mr. natural #asemic art #asemic speech #experimental comics #experimentalcomics

[reverieque]

covers made for jamie paige’s new album, bittersweet, and one of the singles on the album, asemic speech!!!!!

jamie’s music is absolutely Amazing and u should totally buy it RIGHT HERE!!!! on bandcamp!!!!!!! if you love funky groovy tunes and songs about ocs and self love and creativity you’re gonna LOVE her music!!

#commissions

[specterpants]

10, 12, 40

10.) fave shake flavor: your gf intercepted you sorry to say hehe 12.) fave flower: ALSO intercepted im sorry 40.) coffee hot choc or tea: TRIPLE MISS IM SORRY MY FRIEND ERIN

ill answer one free one just cuz you re unlucky jfgshd 3.) Favorite Love Song: Asemic Speech >:)

#sdfjbhsd ty eriiinnn #Specter speaks

[the-siren-and-the-sailor]

A story written by me and my little brother!

THIS TOOK MONTHS! INTERACTIONS, ESPECIALLY REBLOGS, ARE HIGHLY APPRECIATED!

“Now, hold it at an angle… there, that is perfect. You are a natural, Mal gein,” the woman helped her son adjust his hands, so that his dagger was properly positioned on the sharpening stone. She had a sword in her own hand, and used it to further demonstrate the way it was done.

He slowly turned the tiny blade from side to side, his eyes fully trained on it in childish wonder. Sparks flew off the wheel haphazardly and Spear giggled at the flashy sight. His mother, however, looked after him worriedly. She was not surprised when his finger slipped and nicked the blade, quickly snatching a bandage as he began to cry.

She gently shushed him, taking his hand and wrapping it in the cloth. He started apologizing through tears, but she once again quieted him.

“It’s alright, mal kendov, there is no shame in pain. That is why the gods gave us loved ones. To unify us and to lift one another up. Never forget this.”

~*~

Iýa looked the sleeping Daphne over from atop her starry perch with pity. “Struck by lightning at sea, I’m afraid. You were right to bring her here, Leonora. Let me see what I can do…” With this, she held Daphne and ran a glowing hand over her scales. The blistering burn slowly began to melt away, and Daphne’s eyes fluttered open.

Upon recognizing her surroundings, she squirmed in her mother’s arms and began to cry. She didn’t know why she was crying, exactly. Perhaps it was the way her sister had told on her mistake, or the way her mother looked at her regardless.

Either way, Iýa held her through every moment of it, crooning a lullaby in her ear and assuring her she was safe and loved. And whether Daphne believed it or not, it was the truth.

~*~

Trouble had begun to brew in the east, and the envy of the first man blew the growing storm westward. He stole a star from the Fair Folk’s skies, a great blasphemy against them and their Goddess of the sparkling Night.

While Asem was powerful to an egregious degree, the Fae still felt it necessary to push back against the man’s arrogance. This led them to go to their Goddess and make a wish.

But while the crown of Asem began to fracture his family and kingdom, the Fae’s wish had already been set in motion. Stories began to fly of monsters in the woods beyond the Faerie trading ports. Sailors would return, describing massive men as tall as trees, covered with midnight fur.

Those that knew waited with baited breath. Asem’s sin had brought him to justice all on its own, and yet the beasts made to destroy him already existed. The Fae only hoped to now hide these frightful children they had created…

~*~

Daphne sneakily slipped behind a pillar of sandstone, warily watching her back. Out of the corner of her eye, a pale pink fin darted out of view. Caught.

She would’ve laughed if it weren’t for the pressing need to not be detected. But did that poor pallid mergirl think she was being secretive in her attempts to win the match? The princess certainly hoped not, for the girl’s sake. In any case, she tapped her hand against the wall, and an icy open clip appeared around it.

With this, she allowed herself to let slip a quiet giggle and darted away behind another pillar. She coiled herself around it and promptly turned herself into pure water, so that she was effectively invisible.

Just as she had hoped, the pinky girl swam around the pillar, and was disappointed to find the princess wasn’t there. Daphne flicked her wrist, causing the clasp to snap around the girl’s tail, trapping her and making her yelp.

Revealing herself, Daphne resumed her tail, cackled like a witch, a shot ahead to claim the final prize. She snatched the flag, waving it excitedly to show off to her fellow competitors. They swam out from their hiding places, arms crossed and brows furrowed, and threw joking insults her way.

“How do you keep doing it, you wench, you?” One of them, Marina, snipped lightheartedly.

“I guess I’m just better than the lot of you,” Daphne quipped smugly.

With this, they giggled, laughed and talked, as they made their way back to their dwelling place in a cave nearby. When there, Marina and the pink tailed girl pulled Daphne into a private room to talk.

“What’s this about, ladies?” she said with slight apprehension.

“Well, we’ve been thinking. And, we figure you have the most experience with the outside world…”

“We didn’t want to send someone with anything less. And since these ‘Children of the Night’ are so out of control, even now, we thought you ought to-”

“Please, Daphne. You have friends, don’t you? The scholar you lived with in the human’s city, or what about that half-blood you got along with so well?’

Daphne held up a hand. “No, no. Cain and his family are more their targets than anyone else. And goodness knows where Ion is- frankly I don’t think they’d be able to help, anyway. And Leonora, well…”

A tense pause. They were isolated and their friends were scattered, and they knew it. What could they do? They needed the other civilizations to keep theirs afloat; they couldn’t just barricade themselves in.

“I have one last idea. Voyagers of all peoples have been the lead storytellers and information providers through this. People are bound to go to the Fae to find out what’s going on. If I wait there, I can intercept someone, get them on our side.”

And so the plan was set. Daphne gathered her things, set Marina in charge of the people, and set off for the forest shores.

~*~

After two decades of dedicating his life to a Spectrum Kendov (or Warrior), Spear had reached the point of the highest physical strength and endurance as well as elemental power of the Northern Dragon standards. A Spectrum Kendov was the highest honor a Dovah could accomplish, by defeating two God-like beings… Perun, lord of earth and all Hell fire, and Scorpio, whose stars reigned with war and bloodshed of all the other Zodiac beings.

Spear walked into the Champions Arena, the crowd roared with anticipation and excitement, for the supposed Spectrum Kendov, meant to protect them from all great evil had finally come to claim his title. His helm, shaped to match his demon horns, had already been placed upon his head, and his eyes, glistening with power and will, looked at his opponents, with no urge to kill, but to have mercy when they were beaten to the ground.

"Well, isn't this a sight to see!" Perun's deep booming voice shouted, "Another one ready to die just to claim a glorified and honorful title he just can't have!" Perun had always been the one to provoke those who had high egos, yet Spear remained unmoved with his words.

"Ain't that the truth, this little man is nothing but a few twigs tied with some leaves," A lighter, cockier voice came from Scorpio, whom was the one to provoke others who share his personality, "Sure he has a bit of a size… but he ain't average height, that's for sure!" Perun and Scorpio boomed with laughter.

"Gaah! What the fu-?" Scorpio never finished his exclamation before he was thrown into the arena wall after being punctured with a double axe bladed spear, Spear's personal weapon. The fight had begun, and Scorpio had already yielded to Spear, he was in so much shock he forgot how to fight, while Perun sprung into action with his flaming axe bladed chain, grinding the ground around Spear. As Perun made a final smash to where Spear was, a thunderbolt the size of five struck upon him, leaving Spear's weapon in his back.

Spear retrieved his weapon from Perun's back, and showed mercy on him and Scorpio, for they were only trying to find the true Spectrum Kendov. The tribe went wild and shouted, "Spear is our Guardian! All praise whoever's watching us that we have our Guardian!"

Perun spoke to Spear after he was helped up by him, "We stood no chance- your small appearance is really deceiving to your skill in battle and power. Scorpio and I made an agreement that we would be the Spectrum's protectors, because while you may be strong, you are not immortal."

Spear spoke in a gentle yet stern voice, "Indeed, and I would rather have someone by my side fighting with me, than having more power and relying on that to fight."

Perun and Scorpio took Spear to the North Tower, the one place where all you see is South. "The Wind of the Northern Winter lies here, if it finds you worthy of its own power, then you are the Spectrum Kendov, and you know what responsibility comes with that title…" Perun spoke grimly and sorrowfully as he finished his speech.

Spear responded, "I know all too well of the prophecy, but I'd rather know than not if… he… is to come in my lifetime…" The Wind of the Northern Winter flowed through his veins as he entered the tower, no cold came upon him, yet he felt he could never feel too hot. He had been chosen to be the Spectrum Kendov, the Decimator of Alduin as legend goes- but that time had not come, for another challenge for Spear and the Northern Dragons arose down South…

~*~

Nightmares plagued the residents of the trees, no doubt the Interlopers used these horrid dreams to communicate. Below the leaves, the devils hung Fae bodies in shackles, pulling and picking at them until they bled. Those above pleaded to their gods that they and their children would not be next.

The Interlopers held a ravenous, morbid curiosity. It drove them out of the forests, beyond the lands of the Fae. They tormented the remnants of the first city, the servants of the iron god and the blood necromancers of the east. Their cruel hands found their ways into the lives of the Imitites, the Ortothans, and the Dovahs who had ventured South from their home.

Even the sirens below the freezing southern waves and ice were not immune to this. They poked their heads up to find massive beasts afoot in the snow. The ice cracked under their weight, leaving them vulnerable under the sickly yellow eyes of their attackers. They sent ships to the flesh shepherds and wonder makers on land, and even some to their Fae ancestors still in the woods, but none returned.

They looked to their princess, the demigod of the moon, sea, storms, and dreams, to provide them with weapons and armour, food and shelter. She didn’t know what to do- how could she possibly slip past these monsters? They were everywhere! Not trusting the gods of the Fae she was created by, she turned to another. Going to the sea serpent of lost memories, she prayed.

The Northern Dragons reacted differently however. In their attempts to sail across lands and create new colonies, they had run into what seemed to be giant creatures of great physical strength. Those that were exploring had either been missing for a great time, or had come back with their boats and sails barely holding together, while one man handling the boat itself.

The Dovahs had decided that Spear, the Spectrum Kendov, should be the one to seek out what they heard were called Interlopers, and hunt every single one of them down. While they planned his exploration, they had caught wind of creatures called the Fae, who were being hunted by these Interlopers. With all of this information, they had compiled a plan to not only bring the Fae as an ally, but to begin not a war, but a hunt against the Interlopers. So Spear untied his sail, pushed against the boat onto the water, and sailed to what the Dovahs called the Midlands, the land between Northern and Southern lands.

~*~

Sailing across waters long, Spear found himself beached at the Midlands; scanning his surroundings he finds that a forest grows thick ahead. Grabbing his weapon off of his back, he is ready for any battle to come, as he senses danger within the dense woods. He jumps off the boat's prow and lands with grace, while only sand from where he stood moved. He sneakily and quickly veered into the woods, and found that it was vast and compacted with large, kapok trees. Spear took note as he is only used to his native Blackwood trees.

A sound appeared suddenly, Spear silently leapt to the back of the closest tree, and peered upon what looked to be what he was hunting. An interloper, magnificent in size and mass, making an absurd amount of noise through each footstep, looking like a bear on two legs, as it was covered in fur. Spear slowly and expertly aimed his weapons towards the Interlopers head, and threw. After a clash of weight caving down onto a tree, the body of the interloper crumbled into a pile of jade rocks, it was dead. Spear walked over to his weapon, sensing no other large beings around, and picked up his weapon.

Suddenly, a sharp pain dug itself into his shoulder, and he turned to be met with the end of an arrow, made of, was it ice? "Gaah! Shite! What the heck!?" Spear jumped behind a tree with an arrow in his right shoulder. "Alright, who has the bloody galls to face me in combat? I warn you, I am a Dovah!" Spear left the arrow in his arm so as to not cause more bleeding, and switched to his left hand to weild.

"Come on out Interloper! I may have mercy on you if you do!" A feminine voice shouted from beyond Spear’s field of vision.

"The hell do you mean Interloper? Is that pile of rocks not what a dead one looks like?!" Spear shouts, aggravated that he was accused of being something he wasn't.

"Wait...who are you, if not one of them?" The woman’s voice spoke once more, and Spear sensed confusion and fear in her voice. She must’ve shot him thinking she was being hunted by him.

"I'm coming out slowly, I would appreciate it if you would not shoot me again!" Spear tentatively stepped around the tree to see the figure's ice-sculpted weapon out, but not ready to fire. "I am Spear, Guardian of the Northern Dragons….who the Hell are you?"

"Princess Daphne le’Iýa, Faerie demigod of the ocean," Daphne realizes the wounds and puts away her bow while stepping towards Spear. Spear was obviously hesitant and held out his weapons towards her. "Look, I thought you were one of the monsters, and had I known you were not, I certainly wouldn't have shot you. I can fix that wound better than you can. Please, it's the least I could do."

Spear recognized her honesty, while still noticing fear in her voice. He let her come close enough to slit his throat, but she pulled the arrow out of his arm, and immediately started singing in a language the Spear only knows through ancient Faerie scrolls, and his arm healed, leaving only a scar to remember.

"You are skilled in your magic, I'm glad to have met you, even if I met your arrow first,” Spear spoke honestly and jokingly, as he knew that forgiving this supposed Daphne would be the best way to start a bond.

"I am truly sorry about that. Is there anything else I can do?" Daphne didn’t seem to want anyone else after her, and tried her best to apologize to Spear.

"Do not worry, you only shot in defense without fully knowing who you were shooting at, I can understand this," Spear patted her shoulder to assure her. "Maybe we can both benefit from this event of meeting each other… you could find safety and rest back in my homeland, and then you can share what you know about these Interlopers, this way we both are happy with what we get."

"Have you forgotten about my actions so soon? I shot you!" Daphne was dumbfounded by Spear's quick dismissal of what had happened to him. Although he shook his head at her.

"You need not worry of your actions, for they were acted upon through fear and reaction, you were only trying to keep yourself safe. I can help you with that." Daphne tried to oppose and tell him that he should not be so dismissive about the event, but Spear assured her through a side hug, which caught Daphne off guard enough for Spear to walk past her and towards his boat.

“Wait,” Daphne called. Spear turned back to look back. “The last time I crossed the ocean with someone, things ended up, well… not so good.”

“You’ll be quite safe with my people,” Spear said. Daphne shifted a bit, eying him with wary hope. He was exactly what she set out looking for, after all. “And besides. If you find yourself uncomfortable, you can always use your arrows again,” he said with a playful wink.

With this, Daphne giggled slightly and followed behind. Exiting the thick forest, the two climbed onto the boat. Spear set sail to Scandinavia, the land of the Northern Dragons. To which the two made the journey, to the next step in either great failure, or triumphant victory…

~*~

The pair tentatively made their way across the ocean, skirting past the Interlopers ships to find themselves on the icy northern shores. The princess scurried to and fro, fascinated by her new environment and its people. How different they were than the people of the places she had previously resided in…!

They were Children of the Sun, but unlike those in the First City, these people were pale, blonde, and above all, kind. They welcomed the man- Spear- back with open arms, and were more than curious to meet the woman he had brought along with him. They peppered her with questions and gifts and sights to see, until eventually she was taken to a large building made from an upside-down wooden ship, which they called the Companion’s Lodge, a place to plan a hunt of glory and honor.

Suffice to say, she should’ve known that the man she crossed the ocean with would be the leader. She also met his guards, the most different of men but an excellent team nonetheless. Here, the four pulled out books, maps, stories and paintings, pouring over them in hopes that a hint would be found. A sign that the plans they would go on to make were possible.

After much studying and deliberation, they had had enough. What better way to understand these monsters than through personal experience? Better to dive right into cold waters than to waste your time slowly wading. It was a siege they wanted, and it was a siege they would have.

~*~

The battle was ferocious, haunting... yet it yielded knowledge to Spear and Daphne. As Spear took two dozen Dovahs with him, all with different elemental abilities, Daphne trained in her skills with water. During this time she was informed of something from Spear she never expected.

"It is tradition when one makes an ally of another, they would train each other of the other's weapon, so that the bond goes beyond words of trust, it is also trust of possessions." Spear spoke to Daphne in hopes to have created at least a friend with her. "I believe we are trusting of each other, so… what do you say?"

"Uhm…" Daphne was caught a bit off guard. Her bow being one of few things she kept to remind her of the home she came from. "I'm not sure… I mean, I trust you completely… but I don't want to give my bow to anyone really…" She obviously didn't want to hurt him in any way, so she tried her best to tell him in the kindest way.

"Well, maybe we can teach each other of how to use one another's weapons, that way if we do switch weapons, it won't be devastating in battle," Spear was trusting towards Daphne, mainly because he felt a strong connection between them. Even so, Daphne felt guarded towards him, yet she agreed to training each other, as she remembered, ‘iron sharpens iron.’

While Spear was able to pick up her bow and use it with tremendous strength and agility, Daphne had immediate trouble with how to begin using Spear's complicated weapon. Until Spear suggested using it as a spear, not an axe, Daphne then swiftly grew more attuned to the weapon.

While this was happening, the Interlopers stronghold was being populated with readily growling beasts, yielding to tear apart anything that came. Just before the battle began, Daphne and Spear switched weapons, and having learned each other's weapons, they charged in the front line, and made mountains with the piling jade rocks from many fallen and crushed Interlopers.

With their great roar of excitement, the Dovahs roared with them, right into the line of Interlopers. As they crashed through their thick bodies with their hugs weapons, they became berserk and started wailing on them, showing no mercy. They had trained to fight like Hell itself, and they were as demons in this battle, blood soared not spilled, limbs flew not fell, and the morale of the Dovahs only increased. However, even with their great first triumphant starting charge, they started to wear down in numbers, just by virtue of the continuous streaming numbers of Interlopers.

As Daphne was using her water abilities in ways she never imagined using on the frontline, Spear used archery and close combat expertly to the point where he never missed his shots and never came close to getting hit. Even though the two sibling-like fighters were doing well, the Dovahs were still overwhelmed by the increasing numbers.

Many had used fire, metal, nature, and all of them were decimated, while those using lightning were barely holding on as well as wind… however, Daphne noticed something. She peers in close distance to two Dovahs using water abilities, making the Interlopers drown, what was curious however, was that when they were under the water, they couldn't move, therefore they couldn't breath and they died.

Daphne quickly refocused to the battle at hand, and Spear cries out, "Too many have fallen, fall back! Water Dovahs, drown those who follow us!" It seemed as though Spear was also paying attention to his surroundings. As the remaining group of soldiers returned to their outpost, the last two water Dovahs made a wall of water of which the Interlopers could not pass lest they drown and crumble into jade.

Daphne and Spear look at each other in agreement. The battle may have been lost for that day… but knowledge of weakness in their enemies may prove to be the element to winning the war, or as the Northern Dragons call it, the hunt…

~*~

The Companion's Lodge was bathed in a tense argument. They started the siege with the advantage of surprise, but it had quickly descended into mindless violence and death.

“How could this have happened? I thought we had them!” Scorpio shouted in frustration.

“We made sure to bring our best! All different kinds of elemental wielders were there with us, and nearly all of them were slaughtered! What more could we possibly have done?” Perun huffed. Although calmer than the others, his voice still wavered with stress.

“At least we learned their weakness,” Spear started to speak before being cut off.

“Oh, fantastic. Just in time for your people to be killed,” Daphne said icily.

“Our people,” Spear tried an uncertain smile.

Daphne paused and sighed, relieving a tad bit of the tension. “Yes, our people.” She looked around the room, which had largely quieted down. “I’m so sorry. If I had known it would turn out this way…”

“But you couldn’t have. This isn’t any of our faults,” Perun said in a soothing, almost fatherly tone. A somber silence fell over them, each lost in thought, or perhaps simply in grief.

“Daphne could tell us more about why this is happening,” Scorpio spoke quietly.

“I already told you all I know about the Interlo…” she trailed off. That didn’t seem to be the point. “Alright.”

“Well, the Fae goddess- my mother, Iýa. She created me and my… sister, Leonora. But she was made princess and I wasn’t, so I ran away. I didn’t realize why I needed to stay until the Fae had Iýa create the Interlopers we now face.”

A, “But why?” from Perun.

A, “Shush!” from Spear.

Daphne giggled before turning serious again. “The first man- Asem- stole from my people. He took a star and used it for a crown. I was already gone when all this happened, but I’m told the Faeries wished for justice. In return, Iýa gave them the Interlopers. Not that it mattered. Asem’s greed had already torn his family apart. His wives left him, his sons quarreled until they drove each other apart, and his people all left or died in the chaos.”

“And how is it you know so much about him?” Scorpio spoke with a hint of accusation.

She drew in a breath to argue, but Perun spoke as before her, more calmly. “He’s right. Even we didn’t know this, and we live much closer to the first city than you did at the time.”

Daphne huffed and turned away. Spear put a hand on her shoulder, making her tense and then ease up.

“I was there.” Silence. Spear’s hand pulled away. “I know how that must sound. Most people would have you believe I immediately joined the sirens under the ice, but…” She took a deep breath. “There was this boy. I went with him to his city- the first city- and his family. They were nice, but not kind. And I was there to witness this be their downfall. Not that it matters now- and it’s probably for the best, anyway.”

Spear put his arm around Daphne’s shoulder to comfort her, and it worked. She steeled herself again to go on. “Now, as for the Interlopers- in the city was a sorcerer- his name was Noah. I know it sounds like a long shot, but I know him, and I know he could help. I think our next step is to find him.”

~*~

Daphne had hidden herself away under her covers, with a small, glowing gem of ice. Curled up and warm, she sang a lullaby and fiddled with the ginger scarf in her hands. Her sister’s. If only they could’ve just gotten along, maybe this wouldn’t have happened. If she had just sought to understand her mother’s wishes for her, or if she had met Asem just a little sooner to convince him not to do what he did...

You’ll never be able to hate yourself enough to rewrite history, that boy’s gentle voice whispered to her. Silently, she nodded. Her heart ached with longing. How she wished she could hold him again. She’d fall to her knees and beg if it meant she could giggle with her sister again, or squirm and cry in her mother’s arms. If this could all go back to normal. But, drawing in a shaky breath, she reminded herself not to dwell on what could have been. She had a new family now, one that truly loved her, and she had to protect them.

Spear meanwhile, took a knife from his shield, which had many, but this one was different. This first knife he had crafted with his mother, the one of few things that actually cut him. He held it in his hands in admiration, as if he had never seen it before. Spear then held the knife to his chest as if trying to hug it, and thought about his mother.

He began singing an old song told by many of the Dovahs, called, My Mother Told Me. He sang it perfectly in three different keys. He then replaced his knife back into his shield, and stood up. He was ready for battle, for exhaustion, even for death… because he was once a boy who cut himself with his own knife… and now is the Spectrum Kendov… he feared not the death of himself, but the death of his newfound sister, therefore he swore that he would protect her, even at the cost of his life...

~*~

"Water is their weakness!" Perun shouted, "Why the Hell can't we just use your powers in every battle and destroy these cursed Interlopers?!" Perun was insistent on being a warlord, making sure everyone had a chance of fighting and getting stronger. Though he didn't realize the bigger picture.

"Every time I used my powers for an extended amount of time, I got tired, that is why we can't continuously use these powers every battle, because it would weaken us to the point where we can't even fight!" Spear spoke angrily at Perun, though he knew Perun's powers worked differently because he was a mythological God, he hated his lack of empathy when others got tired from using them. "Even if we didn't get tired, why should we fight and lose more of our men, when we can wipe them out completely in one big swipe?!"

"What are you talking about…?" Perun's curiosity perked up as he heard this. Daphne opened up a scroll of prophecy, and with her knowledge explained to both Perun and Scorpio more about Noah, a human from the seas, able to control great waves from below ground.

With this knowledge they created a plan, Spear would use his powers that combined into weather to create a huge rainstorm, Daphne would use her powers to raise the waves of the oceans, lakes, and rivers, and finally Noah would use his power to break the ground and gush water from the Earth. Their powers combined should be enough to cover all but the highest parts of the Earth. They trusted that the Interlopers would fall in and sink, while others would either get to the high ground, use boats, or swim in the sea if they were sea creatures. The missing component was Noah himself.

"Where is this Noah?" Scorpio asked urgently, he wanted to rid the Northern Dragons of any threats as soon as possible. Daphne then pulled out a map of the Midlands and pointed out where he could be.

"Right in the middle of an Interloper camp?" Spear grunted this, as he did not want anything to go wrong in getting Noah. Daphne nods, her expression was a mix of anger and disappointment, she had the same feelings as Spear. Perun started to notice the bond between Spear and Daphne, and while the two were talking more, Perun pulled Scorpio aside.

"I remember that Noah was taken captive with the Daevite Methuselah, though I don't know what their intentions were," Daphne spoke to Spear, she was annoyed by the fact they had to fight more Interlopers to get one person.

"I have Dovahs around the area, mainly for scouting. They came back long before all of this and told me that there is a camp, and it's only guarded by about 40 beasts, which I would think are Interlopers. It will only be tedious, that's all," Spear spoke to Daphne, trying to lift her spirits at least a little. It worked, and Daphne thanked him for being the one to look at a mug half full. Spear meanwhile thanked Daphne for looking at every possible bad ending, things to avoid.

As Scorpio and Perun come back unnoticed, they begin to pack for the adventure ahead. They thought it would be a walk in the small forest, so they only brought Spear, Daphne, Perun, and Scorpio. A mistake they made to bring so little to a battle they thought would be easy. For there may be small numbers, but the camp is one of the oldest camps the Interlopers made, and since they do not age with time… trouble is amongst those who venture into these parts of the Midlands…

~*~

The travelers numbering four ventured forth into the seemingly haunted woods. As they were traveling Perun started sensing many things in the woods, small animals mostly. He looked everywhere at all times, making sure they were safe. It seemed the right thing to do considering they were going into unknown territory for everyone.

The trees themselves were massive birch trees, usually thought of as peaceful, harmless. However twisted magic had affected these trees over the decades, and created monster-like limbs and branches. Even with these weird formations, no twigs or branches had fallen to be broken, as if nobody had ever ventured into this area.

They managed to find the camp of the Interlopers, and snuck in. All of them were on high alert, especially Perun, as they crouched and sneakily ran in multiple directions.

Daphne left the group and followed the sweet scent of water, a stark contrast against the putrid stank of things rotting in the dark. The brook led her to a horrid sound, red lights serving as a waypoint. It was awful; the closer she got, the more she clung to the bed of the stream for comfort. But alas, her head emerged at the rumbling thud of Interloper footsteps. She immediately gagged.

There, in the middle of a crowd of singing devils, was Iýa, but it was not really her. This was a massive, sickly tree, the size of a large town. It was twisted and warped, with a thousand wriggling bodies strung up in it’s branches. The aberration was screaming and crying an demonic bellow, all the while the Interlopers hummed as though in joy.

What was this thing? This couldn’t be Iýa, it wasn’t possible! Iýa was a glowing mother, a sleeper in the stars, a granter of wishes. She cared for the downtrodden and oppressed, and all those who could not defend themselves. She couldn’t become this, this...

Meanwhile, Spear, Scorpio, and Perun had convened in the main camp. It seemed that only the prisoner's area was inhabited, there they found the supposed Noah. As they started to unchain him, he started grunting. They quickly shushed him and told him they were there to help, he calmed down enough to be unchained, however, they did not quiet him in time.

Suddenly, a loud sound of seemingly screeching giggling and groaning of war had been shouted, despite Perun's attempts to look everywhere, he managed to miss the entire garrison of the Interloper camp. Spear and Daphne, now returned, immediately stood back to back as if they could take on the whole world, while Perun and Scorpio started smashing their weapons onto the Interlopers. Scorpios scythe had pierced many during the battle, while Perun's axe on a chain whirled around and clashed the heads of many. Spear and Daphne, using each other's weapons as always, were always either defending each other or helping the other attack an Interloper, they were synchronized.

The fight continued on like this until Daphne was thrown to a tree, leaving Spear vulnerable to the last remaining Interloper. Spear looked about him as the Interloper charged his weapon at him….although no injury befell him, rather on Scorpio. Spear threw his weapon and the last Interloper was thrown into a tree and broke into jade. Spear slides to Scorpio's side in time for him to speak to Spear for a short time…..

After his dialogue, his body turns bright and, as if he were being sucked into the sky, his body lifted up swiftly, leaving only his necklace for Spear to bear… Scorpio was dead. Spear shouted out in rage and a thunderstorm started to appear, then it stopped. Daphne hugged Spear tightly, and while Spear was caught off guard by this, he embraced her, being thankful that he was still with her at least. Perun had then brought who was seemingly Noah out of hiding, from behind thick berry bushes, and into sight.

After their journey back, and the heartache of Scorpio's death, they explain the whole plan of how to destroy the Interlopers. Noah was quite panicked at first, but after calming down and hearing Perun, Spear, and Daphne, as well as considering they saved him, he agreed to being a part of the plan. So together, they trained, and got ready for The Great Flood of Cleansing Sin. Factions around the world had been sent a message entitling everyone to either get to high ground, build ships to sail on, or dive deep underwater so as to not be destroyed by the coming flood. Who knew what more sacrifices have to be made to create peace, was it even worth it all? The story continued, and the next step was the extinction of a race…

~*~

Spear, Daphne, Noah, and Perun travelled back to the forest of their greatest travesty, and had one last moment of remorse, sorrow, heartache. The rest of the Dovahs were building their ships to sail on the waters to come, and they decided to go to the location after the prophesied flood.

Daphne didn't know Scorpio for long, but she still enjoyed his comedic comments and his radiation of happiness, and she knew everything would be at least a good amount more depressing. Spear knew Scorpio for not much longer than Daphne, but like Daphne, he enjoyed Scorpio's company, as well as their many interesting conversations… including the one where he told Spear he was getting married.

Spear and Perun had to hug his fiancé for over an hour just to comfort her. Perun was Scorpio's brother, they were not blood related, but brothers nonetheless, therefore Perun, for the first time in his entire life, cried a tear from his eye. All Dovahs remorsed of his death, but only those who truly knew and had a relationship with Scorpio needed time, time to be sad. Then anger rose from the sadness, and all of them started preparing for the creation of the flood.

As Spear and Perun walked away, Daphne tailed behind them and slipped into the nearby creek. She did not have the will to enjoy the feeling of her tail returning; the situation at hand was much too grim. Her mother was now an abomination, her heart torn out for those created to be betrayed. And a man who had so quickly become a brother to her was dead. Daphne never had any brothers, why now that she did would one be taken away so carelessly?

Daphne heaved a sigh and began to sob. At first it seemed that the Interlopers were tools, created to do the Fae's dirty work and then be ignored forever. But they weren’t; they were children. Made for violence and cast aside like waste. And festering in the dark for so long, was it any surprise they didn’t know any better? Was it their fault?

She now knew what needed to be done, but hadn’t they already lost enough? A good friend and a mother gone were too much, how could she bring herself to wipe out an entire race, even despite their actions?

She once again thought of Asem’s family, of Cain, and felt an overwhelming pang of guilt. Oh, all the things she could’ve, should’ve, didn’t do to stop this! Clutching at the clockwork bracelet he had given to her, she did the only thing she could think to do; pray. Not to what was left of Iýa, not to any leviathans or sea serpents, but to a simple god with a simple purpose. She only hoped her words could be heard, that things could still be fixed. But the quiet sound of a thousand voices whispered to her, that she already knew what to do.

Touching a hand to the grass, she began to sing. It was her sister’s song, a flowery poem of spring, rebirth and justice. But this was not justice for her, Daphne thought as the flowers around her began to bloom in unison. This isn’t for the Faeries, their queen, or even Leo (though Daphne did hope she was safe). This was not for Asem or the Children of the Sun, or even the countless cultures that had been picked, pulled, and torn at by the devils.

No, the flood may be necessary to wipe out the horror of their acts, but the flowers now blooming across the face of the planet would serve as the Interlopers grave. And she would ensure this day would be remembered.

~*~

The flowers had wilted as the sun set the evening after their blooming. In the night that followed, light rain began to drizzle. This quickly turned to torrents and lightning that could rival that of even the god’s creation. Flash floods cascaded down mountains, turning creeks into rivers and rivers into great lakes. Forests became cold swaps and Interloper camps were reduced to sticks and blankets.

Those devils that were not fastened in place by the waters took the prisoners by their chains to the summits of peaks. Yet still most of the monsters slipped and fell, leaving the humans, Faeries, and Daevas still in their chains to find higher grounds, both together and on their own.

All the while, Daphne and Spear were deep, deep, down, their magic sustaining and growing on itself on their life forces. Low in the halls of Daphne’s first home, in the strip of land connecting the massive continents, they dreamt.

Hers started out pleasant. She was in a field, picking flowers as fast as her sister’s magic grew them. They took turns braiding the blossoms into each other’s hair, until the ground began to shake and the earth was overturned. They were then older, ceaselessly arguing as their mother futilely tried to calm them. Both sisters stormed off, swearing to never speak again.

The doors slammed shut, and there she sat beside the scholar, quietly watching him write. She reached behind him for a pen to mimic his strange symbols with. But as soon as her eyes turned, she was face to face with the starry iron crown of Asem. Across her eyes played scenes of the brutality and deadly force of the Interlopers- their prisoners crying, her mother’s corpse screaming- and the storms and floods created to wash them away.

And then she saw things she didn’t recognize. Simple flashes, almost ideas. Some were light. Her friends, older and stronger. A wedding, two boys that looked half like her. Spear, in command of legions, and Leonora, princess of the Fae. But some were dark. A corrupt king and his four knights, sent to destroy, going back to their kingdom in cursed shambles. The cadaver of her sister, willingly having given her life to end the terrorous reign of the Fae’s ruiners, and the great profanities she created.

And then her mind went blank. Only the rains remained.

While this happened, Spear and Perun quickly started getting ready while Noah and Daphne had already started using their powers. Perun was there to guard them, but just in case anyone slipped by, Spear created spheres of protection to serve as a shield against any attack, and he surrounded Noah, Daphne and himself. While Spear started to control his power, he saw Perun burst into a flaming creature, with black wings that seemed to be infected with white colors. Then, Spear lost himself to his thoughts, his powers activated, and he could only see darkness.

Then, a flash of light, and he could see everything. He saw the bodies of the many fallen Dovahs that died during the hunt against the Interlopers. In the middle of the body littered ground, he saw Scorpio, his heart pierced, and his body lay soulless. Then, his eyes filled with life, and he got up. Spear stood back in shock and terror at this sight, he didn't realize this was only in his spiritual mind. Scorpio plucked the halberd from his chest, and tossed it to the ground, and then gave Spear a brotherly hug.

As Spear was in question, Scorpio calmed him, saying that it was not his soul that died, and that there is hope for him to live. Spear begged him to tell him how, he said he only knew that the coming Alduin must be defeated, before he could return. Spear was still in question, but Scorpio assured him that he would be a guide of what to do, and where to go throughout his life from now on. Scorpio then touched his necklace, which Spear bared on his chest, and Spear filled with increased power. The Blessing of the Zodiacs, only given to those worthy enough to fight by the side of a Star.

As Spear started calming down, his heart filled somewhat with anger, as he still remembered the deaths of the many Dovahs, and Scorpio. Then his heart filled somewhat with love, as his brotherly relationship with Daphne reigned in his heart, he knew he had to defend her. He didn't even think about his family, his friends, or even anyone else he was supposed to save, and he even forgot about the deaths. All he thought of was Daphne, and even the thought of her being injured haunted him… so he protected her.

In the physical realm, Noah was breaking water from the ground, and Daphne was moving water from all bodies of water, just as planned. Interlopers expectantly charged towards them, but then a fiery creature came crashing down, and looked at them. Horns grew a meter long each, body of a demon, with huge hawk-like wings colored charcoal and streaks of pure white, a tail meters long reached around the creature, and at the end, was an axe, all the while the creature was violently flaming, and was hold a huge Greatsword in one hand, and a Battleaxe on a thick chain in the other. It was Perun, in his true Rising Demonic form, filled with rage. Still in the stage of horror, the Interlopers were then crashed into by Perun, while he wailed his axe around and flurried his sword at them, they felt fear. Even in their terrified state, they fought hard against Perun, though they knew they couldn't take him down, they just needed to get past him. Due to Perun's arrogance in attacking them, many Interlopers ran past him and towards the flooding trio.

Though they got close to them they stopped in horror, as they looked at one of the three. Spear was glowing lightning bright, and a hurricane the size of the entire world started. Even Perun looked in confusion, he knew Spear could never use that much power in any given situation, but he did, because of the blessing given by Scorpio's spirit, and Spear's heart filled with the brotherly protection for Daphne. He created the hurricane that not only flailed the opposing Interlopers away, but immediately started filling the earth with the water.

Clans and Kingdoms around the world were taking refuge to hide from the flood. Samurai of the Isles took to the mountains with the Ninjas of Darkness. The Woodlands Weres took refuge in mountains as well, far from the Isles. The Southern Dragons used magic to protect them from the waters, and the Northern Dragons used ships, as they were voyaging Vikings, and loved the challenge of the storm. And the creature of the water took refuge in underwater caves.

The Interlopers were swiftly wiped out, as they couldn't swim or build boats fast enough, they crumbled into jade as they were suffocated by the rising waters. An entire race was wiped out, all except a few remaining Interlopers that managed to get high enough, but they were eventually taken prisoner or driven underground.

Then, when all the destruction was done, Spear and Daphne woke up exhausted in all ways, using that much power greatly diminished their strength. Perun ran to them in a hurry, and tried offering to help them up, but they both refused and just wanted to lay down for a bit. When they somewhat rested they slowly got up, and Spear and Daphne hugged tightly, and then they looked for Noah. When they found him, his body was resting peacefully, a burnt-out husk as he took his final breath using a great amount of power to help them stop the Interlopers.

~*~

And so the floods receded, and life seemed to simply go on. The sparse handful of Interlopers leftover were dragged into hiding, and their prisoners found their way free of their chains and back to their homes.

Daphne's blue eyes looked upon Spear's hazel, and smiled wearily. Then, they hugged tightly. Though they had made it in the end, many had sacrificed their life to help them get this far. Their mission was done, and Noah, Scorpio, and the Interlopers went with it.

They returned to the Dovah home land, where celebrations had burst forth like lightning. For the first time in a long time, they allowed themselves to simply rest and enjoy themselves. They ate, drank, and were merry for seven days and seven nights, but no time limit could contain their joy.

Until the bitter taste had set in. So much was lost, and yet they partied. But they reminded themselves that festivity was not meant to diminish the sacrifices made to allow it. They honored those that had fallen by reveling in the peace and freedom they had brought.

Perhaps the world would never be entirely fixed, but they had learned by now that it didn’t matter. Spear had never forgotten his mother’s words, and chose now to share them with his newfound sister. That is why the gods gave us loved ones. To unify us and to lift one another up.

“So what now?” Daphne asked him at one time. “The world will never be the same. It’s like, their entire existence has just been… swallowed whole.”

“Yes, I suppose that was the point. But we’ve done a great thing, you know.” She smiled at him and nodded. “And now we… carry on?”

She sighed.

“...And now we carry on.”

~*~

And so Spear returns to Scandinavia, and continues to be the Spectrum Kendov, Guardian of the Northern dragons. Not only that, but as he bears the necklace of his fallen brother, Scorpio, he feels his night sky presence, watching over him, as if he was right next to Spear. Perun becomes the general of the entire Northern Dragon Dovahs, and sets up a way of communication for Daphne and Spear, making it so that they can continue being siblings. After all of this Spear trains, what he trains for is only in prophecy. At first he didn't believe it, but as soon as he found a scroll prophesying Noah and the flood, Spear began his training to fight Alduin…

Daphne found herself aimlessly wandering when the Flood had finally left. She met the madman Ion again, and helped them raise their religion. And after a while, her path crossed that of the scholarboy from the first city again. They were married in a temple of the Iron God, and when that church no longer accepted them, they fled to build a family and a city of their own. Every now and again, the princess, now queen, would ride the waves north to see her Dovah brothers, just as they went south to meet her, as well.

The Interlopers fell into legend, the ghost stories that would frighten children at night. All had forgotten them but the Faeries and the Dovahs. They mourned for the losses caused across the world, and for all that they had allowed themselves to do and believe. So when the Apollyons came to conquer the Faeries, they accepted their fate in hopes that justice could be served properly this time.

And Iýa? She tore out her own heart to make the prison the Interlopers requested, where Asem rots to the present day. Her body, similarly, decays in a cavern just below it, as do the few remaining Interlopers and the Apollyon knight who failed to seize her. The Wormwood trees had long since pulled it into an underground cavern, wiping its memory from all those above. All that was left was a scar. Although Dovahs were disconnected from this magic, therefore they could remember all.

Perhaps there is a lesson to be learned here. About the envy of Adam, about the failures of the Fae, or maybe about the levity blindly doled out by Iýa herself. Or maybe it's about the teamwork of those who opposed the Interlopers, the love that bound them together, and the relentless courage they wielded. We may never know.

And so, the book closes and another story is shelved.

~*~

Well, dear reader, if you've read this far, I couldn't possibly thank you enough!

And many, many thanks to my little brother, Spear (@jack-spear-eye), for helping me on this!! Scorpio, Perun, and Kendov (Warrior) Spear (his self-insert), and the Dovahs are all his creations; Daphne is mine. We created the plot together, and the worldbuilding in general belongs to djkaktus (based on SCP-6666, 4840, and 4812).

Lil' man, I swear, he was the best partner on this! Every time I hit a roadblock, he had a new idea that got the gears turning again. It was a big commitment, too, I mean, just look at all that text! But we pulled it off, and I'm glad we did!

Fearless and creative optimist you are, I couldn't have done it without you, Spear.

So without further ado, here's the man to talk about it a little, too!

I did this not for my own gain, but to show others a message of unity, as well as to entertain. Normally I would say something in dovahzul (Dragon tongue/language) But pretty much I just want to say thank you all very much for giving me the chance to be a part of this community, and I want to personally thank Andy (@the-siren-and-the-sailor) for giving me the chance to do all of this, and giving me something to look forward to :•)

And last but not least, the TL;DR!

#please consider reblogging #reblogs appreciated! #writing #📝 written in the history books 📜

[jenner-benjamin]

Fantasy Exhibition

‘Inchkeith 2221 exhibition mock-up’ - digital concept art by Damián Portela.                       

Inchkeith 2221 ‘As the alphabet is surpassed, thought will liberate itself from speech, and other, nonlinguistic thought (mathematical and pictorial, and presumably new ones as well) will expand in ways we cannot yet anticipate.’ (Flusser 63)

The coronavirus outbreak of 2020 was just the tip of the iceberg. After a succession of pandemics and consequent recessions the world began to rethink its methods of making money, and capitalism soared to dizzying heights. People were urged to place less emphasis on recreational activities in favour of using their time productively. This concept when coupled with new technologies meant that handwriting became obsolete. The human race became so dependant on everything being immediate that it was decided long ago that to write by hand was a waste of both time and resources, both of which cost money. As a result, all communication in 2221 is conducted by thought and transmitted digitally. Artefacts, artworks, books, manuscripts and documents have been digitised. The information exists, just not in the physical sense. Objects require space, and space can be used more profitably for housing and businesses and suchlike.

My proposal has been accepted to exhibit at the World Record of Inscriptions, Transcriptions and Expressions (W.R.I.T.E.) and aims to re-introduce the reality of the written mark to the people of 2221.   

The work that I will present will be divided in to two acts in separate rooms. Act One will be an exhibition of the body of work I have made during my third year of study. This celebration of the performance of asemic writing has been a record of my thoughts and feelings throughout the pandemic, and so is an appropriate subject matter for a future world that has been so shaped by the aftermath of a string of pandemics. I have allowed these works to be digitised so that they are in keeping with what the people of 2221 would expect from an exhibition space in this time.

Act One takes place in a vast open expanse of white walls that exude a clinical coldness. This is typical of the architecture of this era - minimal distractions from the lack of decor and no furnishing meaning that every space is multi-functional and able to maximise profitability. There are a series of podiums on the floor that light up from above, hologram recordings of my performance writings are displayed here. The works on paper are projected away from the edges of the room, in such a way that the audience can walk around them. It is important in 2221 to obtain as much information as quickly as possible, and as such, mounting a work on the wall would leave questions as to what is on the reverse, and having questions means looking for answers, and this requires time, which as we know, time is money. 

The handwritten mark is a foreign concept in this era, and so I would hope that the intrigue of my performances and artworks would peak the curiosity of the audience. They will be invited in to a second room where Act Two will take place. Act Two takes its inspiration from the ideas of James IV of Scotland’s language experiment on the island of Inchkeith. He was curious to discover what verbal language two infant children might speak if they grew up isolated from the influence of society. I too am curious to learn what the handwritten language of the population of 2221 might look like considering they have not had the opportunity to explore this tactile mode of communication before.

Act Two is also influenced by the handwriting teaching methods of Martin Andersch, and offers a range of physical drawing implements to be interacted with and explored. I propose a collaborative and interactive experience that obscures the distinction between artist and spectator. How might someone even hold a drawing or writing instrument if they have never seen one in the physical sense before? The population are taught from a young age how to recognise letterforms and how to transmit these communications through various advanced technologies, but they are never given a pen to hold. They are not taught how to perform these glyphs on the page as we are today, as this is not deemed an efficient use of time. I should make it clear that these notions are not laws, but are attitudes that have been adopted and developed over time. That is not to say that these works will be welcomed with open arms, they might appear rather primitive against their progressive modes of communication. I would encourage all attendees to approach the activity with an open mind and the works made would be displayed as a tangible record of these receptive happenings.

On my return to 2021 I will document the development of these works into publications that will become not only a concluding creative output, but also a memento of the importance of the gesture of handwriting - expressing our personality and individuality. This exhibition will serve as a reminder to slow down, not race towards unachievable ideas of being productive at every waking moment, not to place so much importance on existing in a digital space, and to enjoy all the benefits that come from being physically present.

#practice #fantasy #writing #creative writing #future #concept art #exhibition #exhibition mock #handwriting #asemic #asemic writing #asemic art #performance #performance art #printmaking #masters #mamdp

[legendofpixel-blog]

Shadow of the waves

Chapter 1:

A young mermaid swam into a large circular stone room, hiding behind the pillars evading the sight of any of the adults swimming around the room. Her long platinum colored hair, flowing around her head and upper torso. The color matched the light stone behind her almost perfectly. Her Golden eyes scanning the room for anyone who might see her.

Quickly he swam to a pillar slightly closer to the other side of the large room. Several voices spoke among themselves, the girl showed little to no interest in the conversations surrounding her as she made her way to the other side of the room, still unnoticed by the other merfolk in the room.

Suddenly one voice came out silencing the room instantly, the voice was loud and commanded respect just by a word, though is had a very kind soul behind it. The merman at the other side of he room spoke again.

"Now, my friends. I thank you for the support in my early retirement, and my son's rise to the throne." He said, gesturing to the significantly younger merman behind him. The younger merman gracefully swam up next to the older one. Both smiled looking out a the room of smiling merfolk.

The young mermaid continued from pillar to pillar coming closer to the two mermen who were still looking out to the crowd of smiling faces. Finally the cheering crowd quieted as the older merman raised his hand, signaling for silence.

Suddenly something caught the attention of the platinum haired mermaid. One particular merman who didn't even seem to be smiling, or clapping with the others, he seemed more mad, as he glared at the two mermen up in front of the crowd. He had short black hair and his eyes seemed to be almost a blood-red. One of his eyes was surrounded by a darker color seemingly a large burn mark.

Slowly the Merman turned just enough to see the young mermaid hiding behind the stone pillar watching him. His frown quickly turns to a devilish grin as he watched her shy behind the pillar once again. Something about this merman felt familiar somehow.

The girl looked up where the two mermen were, her golden eyes turning slightly darker to a more brownish color, as fear began to fill her mind. She tried to focus on the words of the older merman again but found it much harder now.

"Now I know non of you came hear for a long winded speech. So lets just move right to the thrown room, and truly start. shall we?" The older merman said, gesturing towards the door the young mermaid had come in from before. Quickly the crowd parted right down the middle, revealing a red and gold carpet on the floor.

As the two mermen began swimming past the pillar the girl was behind, she quickly bolted out from behind the stone pillar, and quickly hugged the older merman tightly, causing the older merman to laugh slightly and hug back, picking her up to hug her tighter. The three continued swimming out the door.

The older man looked down at the young girl, smiling. "I wondered where you had gotten to, Ameerah." He said, looking back up to the door. Ameerah looked back to the other merman swimming beside them, a the merman let her down. "Exited?" She asked, still holding the hand of the older merman.

The merman gave a nervous smile and knotted, looking straight at the door. The girl looked at him sadly. "You should relax, Asem. Our people loved you, you'll do fine." the older merman said, trying to help his son relax a little. Asem looked down for a moment thinking. "Easy for the two of you to say..." He said looking back up to the door. The young mermaid looked at him worriedly.

Slowly the girl looked behind them, seeing the crowd following them, suddenly she noticed the same merman from before, watching with a dark grin on his face. Ameerah turned back to the older merman beside her. "Dad, theres a man hear I don't recognize." She said quietly. The joy-full smile on his face turned to  a look of worry and fear.

"where is he?" He asked, looking directly at the door-way just ahead of them. Ameerah looked back to the direction she had seen him before, only to no longer see him. "He's gone..." She replied worriedly, looking back at the older merman. The look in the old man's eyes made his already white hair look even paler. "What did he look like?" He asked, still looking ahead.

Ameerah hesitated trying to remember the details of his face, though one thing that she didn't even need to think on was the burn-scar around his right eye. "Um... He had short dark hair, red eyes, and a weirdly shaped burn-scar around his right eye. And he didn't look happy." She finished, looking up at the worried face of her father, who had gone pale in the face now.

The three went out the door, seeing meany guards around the aria, helmets kept there faces hidden. on the other side of the large courtyard stood two large thrones, surrounded by status of merfolk. Ameerah had ben told that they were built to resemble the past royals, so they would always look over them. And just behind the thrones stood an all to familiar face engravin in stone.   The face of her mother, though Ameerah had no true memories of the women, she had the word of her father and older brother, and the statue to put a face to it.

Ameerah looked over to her father, as he looked over to one of the guards, gesturing for the guard to come. The guard quickly swam over and saluted. Though his helmet concealed the face of the guard, Ameerah recognised his voice intently as the head of the guards. He had willingly looked after her several times, and the two had become quite close.

Ameerah could hear her fathers voice speaking in a whisper. "Jefery, keep an eye on everyone, ok? I fear 'he' May be back." Jefery noted, swimming back to his place at the side of the room. The three continued swimming twords the thrones. "Dad, what's wrong?" Ameerah asked, looking up at her father again. He hesitated before answering. "I hope nothing." He replied, his voice sounded hollow, like he had lost all emotion.

The girl looked over to her brother worriedly, Asem looked just as concerned as there father. His silver eyes looking almost hollow. The three soon came to the thrones, and Ameerah swam off to the side to get out of the way. She ended up next to one of the guards who held a long sword by his side, though it seemed different from the usual sword she wold see the guards holding.

The sword they wold usually wield, would have a silver hillt with a small bit of metal that went on the outside of the hand to help keep a better grip, and a curved guard witch looked like it was designed to look like a wave of the sea.

This sword seemed to have a much darker Idea behind it. It had a more golden hint to it's hillt, with two dragons at the pommel of the hillt, and something that looked like dragon wings at the guard of the hillt. The wings themselves looked like they could slice through just about anything.Though it seemed the right length.

Ameerah looked up at the guard who had the sword. Like the other guards he had a helmet that concealed his face. It was supposed to keep there identities obscure so no one could guilt them for an order they were issued. But this guard didn't seem to have that particular function in mind.

Ameerah turned to her father as he began to speak. "Asem, Abano. You are the eldest air to my throne, and by law you take my crown as I leave this position as king, and leave it to you. Do you except this responsibility?" He asked, looking down twords his air. A quite and timid "Yes." was heard.

Suddenly the older merman's face went pale once again a he too a deep breath. "Then, by law... I ask if there are any who stand against him as air to my throne?" He asked, looking nervously out at the crowd of people. Suddenly a deep voice came out of the silent crowd. "I object." The stranger from before swam to the front of the crowd, everyone moving quickly to get out of his way, as two mermen followed just behind him.

The man continued, looking up at Ameerah's father a calm smile on his face. "The boy isn't even the proper age of 20 yet, he can't inherit the throne yet." The man with the burn-scar swam up the just beside Asem, as he finished. The man's tail was spotted with splotches of gray on random points. The rest of his tail was red, matching his eyes.

Ameerah's father had a dark look in his eyes. "And you were exiled, you're not wecocme hear." He said in a cold voice. A sound no one in the room was accustomed to, exept for the merman beside Asem. He looked several years younger then the Ameerah's father.

"That dose not change the fact that he is to young." The man's grin grew as he spoke. "And according to the law, if a challenger has enough support behind him, say... Half the kingdom, he can take the throne, with or without royal blood." Asem looked over to the merman next to him concerned. "That's called a mutiny." He said, in reply. The scarred merman looked over at Asem, a frown on his face. Then turned back to the older merman, now just glaring at him, completely unamused by the younger merman beside him.

Looking around, Ameerah could see several of the guard reaching for the swords at there sides, including the one beside her. The guard looked down at the young girl, Ameerah could see a dark glint behind the helmet. Slowly the young mermaid began to back away for him.

Looking up at the Scarred merman, Ameerah could see him holding up two of his fingers, as if preparing to signal someone of something. The guard looked back at the strange merman, seemingly waiting for something.

Suddenly Jefery quickly swam a the scarred merman. "Fethi!!!" He yelled, unsheathing his sword and aiming it at the merman. Just before he made contact the merman moved out of the why, causing Jefery to accidentally dashing past his target, and ending up half way between the stranger and Ameerah's father.

Quickly Jefery turned to see the scarred merman slowly backing away from the small group, still holding his two fingers pointed upwards, and still facing the three, a large grin on his face. Suddenly he threw hi hand down now pointing to the three, the moment he did so the guard next to Ameerah drew his sword as did several of the other guards around the room, each aiming there swords at the three by the thrones.

The merman looked down at the three grinning down at them. "Now, Judas, you will understand what I felt for the last 5 years... alone... and abandoned... And everything RIPED away from you." Ameerah began to back away, fear entering her mind. The guards who had pulled there swords began to come closer to the three at the thrones, aiming there swords at them.

Suddenly Ameerah felt a hand on her shoulder from behind, causing her to quickly tern her head to see who it was. One of the guards stood behind her, her first reaction was to flinch, worried he was with that Fethi guy. The guard put a finger up to his mouth signaling her to keep quiet. The guard gently guided her to one of the doors.

The guard guided Ameerah through the halls twords an exit. "What's happening?" Ameerah asked, holding onto the arm of the guard guiding her through the halls. "The merman with the burned eye... He is an enemy of your father." Ameerah looked up at him worried. "Then why aren't you in there with him?" She asked worry filling her voice.

The guard stoped for a moment looking down at her. "You are my priority. As much as I would love to protect your father and brother to." He said, beginning to swim forward again, gesturing for the girl to follow. The two got to an exit. "Lisen, if I tell you to swim, you do so without question. And do not stop for anything." The guard said calmly, as he began to open the door. The small mermaid noted slowly, looking at the ground. The guard noted back, gently taking her hand.

As soon as the door opened Ameerah gasped in shock, it was utter chaos. When Fethi side half the kingdom, he included he guards. Several of the guards were fighting other guards who had the darker versions of the swords. Merfolk were swimming everywhere trying to escape the commotion.

The guard tightened his grip on Ameerah's hand, and quickly swam out into the chaos, heading in the direction of the city gates. For the most part it was just swim through, every once and a while a merman or mermaid would accidentally bump into them and swim off again. Just before reaching the gates, the guard guiding Ameerah stopped, noticing two guards by the gates. Ameerah could just barely see the Dragon like hilt by there sides.

The guard guiding her slowly continued towards the guards, Ameerah gently pulled him back, causing her guide to stop and look down at her. "They have the weird Dragon swords." She whispered, hoping his hand tightly. "What? What Dragon swords?" He asked, looking back to the guards cautiously. Ameerah pointed to the swords at there sides and back to his, showing the differences in them.

The guard put his hand on his sword ready to pull it. The two guards watched them. Once they noticed Ameerah they each gave a small bow, still watching them carefully. The two guards slowly swam up.  "State your business." One said, slowly unsheathing his sword.

The guard by Ameerah gently slipped something in her hand, and quickly released her hand, swimming slightly closer to the two. "I am escorting the young princess to the safe-house." He said, looking to the gate behind the two guards, as if telling them to move. The two guards didn't move an inch.

Ameerah looked down at the small object her guard has given her. It was a small dagger, a dragon's face on the pommel of the hult, the rest of the blade seemed standard. She held the small blade closely out of fear, watching the three talk.

"Allow one of us to take her, after all in sure your needed hear more then anything." One of the guards stated, coming slightly closer to Ameerah. The guard who have Ameerah the dagger, quickly pulled his sword, placing it between the traitor and Ameerah, keeping him a good distance from her. The guard turned to look at the guide, his eyes showing anger.

"I suppose you know then..." He said, pulling his sword up as to use it. The guide quickly slashed the arm of the traitor, and pointed his sword at the other one. " Swim!" The guide yelled, jabbing his head in the detection of the gates. Ameerah quickly began to swim right to the gates. Swimming out she could hear some yelling. "Get her!!!" One of the guards from before shouted, as she kept swimming away from the city gates.

[picassogirl]

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Video Collage: bits and pieces of cut up poetry and dreams, authentic movement, asemic poetry, visual poetry, altered book, sound, music, speech synthesis, hologram, drawing (digital and analog, animation, slit scan photography, found audio, randomization, generative art.

[jamiepaige]

friends, foes, gays and gamers.... if youuuuu can believe it, it's a bandcamp friday once again!

which gives me a good excuse to post my 2021 album bittersweet!! a tour de force of breakbeats, saw waves, vocaloids (GUMI, specifically), autotune, and homosexual melodrama, packaged up into 11 silly little tracks. it's got funky synths! it's got two of the sickest guitar solos known to man! it's got paisley pudge? rateyourmusic calls it "Indietronica" and "Digital Fusion", apparently!

in all sincerity, this album was a labor of love for me, made after a four year long case of creative burnout nearly destroyed my ability to even think about making music. in a lot of ways, this album was a mad dash to finally cut that baggage free and prove that, in spite of everything, i could just make shit again. it wasn't easy, and yeah this album has rough edges, but i am unbelievably proud of what i have to show for that effort.

so whether it's on a bandcamp friday or any other day, if you give this music of mine a listen, i wanna sincerely thank you. hopefully it can inspire the same sort of creative joy in y'all that making it did for me! ❤️💚

#music #bandcamp friday #jamie paige #bittersweet #i am much more than the sum of my work #and even without you there's so much i am worth #but i know there's still joy to be found in a song #Bandcamp

[viadescioism]

Kavaa, asemic writing, speech, and movement:

Kavaa is asemic writing, speech, and movement. It is primarily used in order to release or express kna through its usage, so that the practitioner can performed the act of magick, especially divination, and owa. Kavaa is a form of random, wordless, non readable writing, speech, and movement in which the practitioner lays out randomly, and in the moment. The individuals skaknao extends from this act allowing their intentions to be imprinted and sent out through it to impact the rest of the existence. The writing, speech, and movement holds power from their creation process along with the will of the practitioner who laid it out through their action. Marking the air or a surface with its power brought on from its kna through kavaa. Written forms of kavaa could be increasingly given kna to give it even more power to act out the will of the practitioner, and could be used much like a sigil. This is different from a sigil due to the fact that its sigilization process is very quick, and that for the most part it is not re creatable. This primarily leads to all forms of kavaa to be unique to their working, and pretty much an image of the will of the practitioner at the moment of creation, which will be focused around a specific intention. kavaa allows you to direct kna through the positioning of it within the existence using it as writing speech or movement in magical workings to direct your kna and because of that your power.

Kavaa writing:

In order to create kavaa writing the individual should focus intently in their mind on what they would like to bring forth, then with that greatly infix within the mind begin to strikeout mark's that look like you're trying to write something without writing anything. Form the words, and letters with your will in order to mark the page with it. These markings will be the kavaa and will contain the will of the practitioner.

Kavaa speech:

In order to create kavaa speech all you must do is make random utterances that come to your mind, while focusing on and feeling out your own kna in order to give substance to your will, allowing it to be brought forth. It's really just going to sound like gibberish and a bunch of noises, but it will affect anything in the vicinity that is able to feel, or hear the sound. It is also able to be whispered in order to focus it upon something or it can be used internally through internal thought.

Kavaa movement:

In order to create kavaa movement you must move randomly while focusing on what you are trying to will. These random movements will express your kna sending your will out to manifest. As long as the body is moving or posing in ways that give fourth that intention the kavaa movement will be able to help manifest.

#magick #witchcraft #witchblr #sigils #sigil magick #occultism #original content

[unstoppablecreator]

Greatness Listen to our read the "I've been to the mountaintop" speech from April 3, 1968 today. "What age would you like to live in?" #greatness #mlk #mlkday #martinlutherking #martinlutherkingjr #abstractcalligraphy #abstract #mlkmemorial #loc #2013650717 #ralphabernathy #abstractexpressionism #digitalvandalism #digitalgraffiti #asemicwriting #asemic #scribbleart #gesturescribble #gesturecaligraphy #tagsandthrows #redandblue #nfts #equality #equity #nftcommunity #nftart #nftartist #civilrights (at Martin Luther King, Jr. National Memorial) https://www.instagram.com/unstoppablecreator/p/CY1hoTxFSzM/?utm_medium=tumblr

#greatness #mlk #mlkday #martinlutherking #martinlutherkingjr #abstractcalligraphy #abstract #mlkmemorial #loc #2013650717 #ralphabernathy #abstractexpressionism #digitalvandalism #digitalgraffiti #asemicwriting #asemic #scribbleart #gesturescribble #gesturecaligraphy #tagsandthrows #redandblue #nfts #equality #equity #nftcommunity #nftart #nftartist #civilrights

[lraeksa]

Glossalailia as form of asemic speech and the religious connections to employing a language that isn’t understand - Priests using Latin. I find exploring secret languages really interesting in the context of conceptual art, is the artist playing a priest like figure by communicating in a language their audience won’t understand?

[tlaquetzqui]

So yeah I think I’m gonna go back to Primordial being glossolalia and written with asemic writing (or rather with proto-writing, which has no fixed form and thus looks like asemic writing if you can’t read it). Instead I’m going to concentrate on the language of the bug-people.

I think I’ll give the bug-people language the name Sylvan, one of the default languages in D&D/Pathfinder. I had had that as a language used in common by magical beasts, like the wargs that the goblin(oid)s ride. But each of those creatures was, in my setting, the children of one of the “elder sibling” gods of a humanoid pantheon; they regard their humanoid ally (the children of the parent-god of the pantheon) as their aunts and uncles. So it makes more sense for them to speak their humanoid ally’s language, with a speech-impediment due to not having humanoid vocal anatomy.

I think the bug-people Sylvan, invented by spider people, will be written in a script that uses a peculiar form of narrow-column boustrophedon, like the zigzag “web decorations” certain spiders make. (Not sure if I’ll do vertically-inverting boustrophedon, like rongorongo, as well as horizontal like archaic Greek; I incline to say yes but it adds a lot of constraints to the allowed shapes of the characters.) Maybe the bee-people (thriae) write it in paired columns of offset hexagons, like in a honeycomb; maybe the ant-people write it bottom to top in straight lines, like Ogham, carved into walls (it’s easier to start low and only have to go high at the end—Ogham was mainly used for stone markers).

I think they use base-six numbers, since Hymenoptera seem to have two claws and a pad called the arolium, which presumably serves ant- and bee-people as a thumb; spider pedipalps (which are modified in the spider people into a hand-like shape) don’t have claws like the feet, but they have the potential to (since in other arachnids they often form pincers—that’s what scorpion pincers are, for example); they probably would have a similar structure to insect claws, since the feet do. I also think you can identify male spider people by the fact they wear mittens in public, the pedipalps being a sexual organ in spiders.

#fantasy worldbuilding #conlangs #conlanging #constructed scripts