Technomagick vs Technomancy vs Techpaganism vs Cyberwitchcraft etcetcetc
Fellow practitioners of magick,
I am conducting research for a book about the use of technology in magickal practices, and I would like to ask for your opinions on a matter. Specifically, I am wondering if "technomagick" is a viable umbrella term that would include the practices of technomancy, technopaganism, technoshamanism, and cyberwitchcraft.
I have seen the term "technomancy" used as a catch-all phrase, but its etymology would suggest it is primarily concerned with forms of divination that make use of technology. This has led to some confusion about what terms are appropriate to use when discussing these practices.
As practitioners of various magickal traditions, I would love to hear your thoughts on this matter. Do you believe that "technomagick" is a useful term to describe these practices, or do you prefer another term? And if so, what term do you think would be most appropriate?
Please note that I am not able to give away the core subject of my book at this time, but I am happy to discuss this topic further and answer any questions you may have.
Thank you in advance for your input!"
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modded minecraft is great bc it makes you sound insane to people who dont play it. like, today i made a biodiesel refinery and a generator to power a core sample drill. i used some core samples of magnetite ore veins to determine the best location for a bucket wheel excavator. once i had that running, i had to build a few crystal growth accelerators to turn grow pure certus quartz from crystal seeds, as well as a bunch of inscribers to build up a stockpile of printed circuits. those take a while, so i spent some time refining obsidian and glowstone so i could alloy them with osmium in an arc furnace to make osgloglas ingots. i can combine those with some atomic alloy, fluix crystal blocks, and reinforced control circuits to access alternate dimensions full of giant antlions and evil santas.
we havent even gotten to the blood magic
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Rex the sonic technomagic fairy, a 16-year-old boy who travels the universe discovering new worlds,he is a cyberpunk fairy and has a lot of mechanical,technological and magical intelligence. Credits to maikyodel for inspiration and style
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A Strange Raccoon
Doctor Stephen Strange didn't know what to make of the battered, young, anthropomorphic raccoon curled up beneath the Cloak of Levitation. The Sorcerer Supreme, of course, knew that this was no ordinary animal; he wouldn't evict the poor creature from his home, the Sanctum Sanctorum!
Even if he wanted to, the Cloak of Levitation wouldn't allow it; when Stephen approached, the Cloak slowly - so as not to wake the raccoon - curled gently about the animal, swaddling him like a babe. "It's alright, it's alright, I'm not going to hurt him, or throw him out; I would never!" Stephen murmured, soothing the agitated Cloak. The mystical garment slowly unfurled, revealing the raccoon... and the Doctor inside Strange reeled at the battering, the bruises, the wounds, and the utterly horrid cybernetics visible on his shaven back.
"He's going to need some medical attention; I am unsure as to exactly how much," Stephen mused. "After that... well... I can try my hand at being a father figure? Honestly, I've been searching for an apprentice for quite a while, now. This poor fellow was somehow able to find his way here, so he must have magic potential..."
"... Rocket."
Stephen blinked. "Did... did you speak, little one?"
The little raccoon shivered, snuffled, whimpered; then as the Cloak of Levitation curled about him, going all motherly, he answered, "Sire called me numbers... 8-9-P-1-3... but I'm Rocket! P-Please... it hurts... hurts! Cloak talks in my head - you're a doctor, but you're not mean like the white-coats - and she says I can trust you. Please.... hurts, hurts!" The little raccoon couldn't hold it in anymore and sobbed with pain. Without hesitation, Stephen Strange moved, picking up Rocket as gently, delicately, as he could. As the Cloak of Levitation lifted to settle about the strange man's shoulders and cover them both, Rocket looked up at the man in awe. For the second time in his life, he was warm. For the first time in his life, someone was touching, holding him, without causing pain. "Don't worry, little one; everything's going to be alright."
. . .
Much, much later...
"You think you have some worth in and of yourself without me? No! You're an abomination! Nothing more than a step on my path! You freakish little monster! How dare you think you are more, 8-9-P-1-3!" But that was all the High Evolutionary could do--before he could attack Rocket, with thunderous expression on his face, an utterly furious Stephen Strange smashed the man against the wall with mystical energies! "How dare you hurt my son!"
Dressed similarly to his father - in robes of orange with a cyan cloak - Rocket Strange, Technomage Apprentice of the Sorcerer Supreme snarled. His own mystic power shining vermilion in his eyes, dancing orange between his paws, he withdrew a huge magitek weapon from the holster on his belt--a weapon that by all rights should not have fit in there, it was too big!
"The name's Rocket," Subject 89P13 announced. "Rocket Strange. And you're fuckin' dead!" The eye on the clasp of Subject 89P13's cloak opened... There came a whine as the weapon charged... The High Evolutionary's life flashed before his eyes... And then the man knew no more...
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concept doodle I did for fonnlade late at night a bit ago :3
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