#Magic and Ectasy

[guessimdumb]

Ennio Morricone - Adonai (1967)

"A swingingly sacrilegious scene from Il giardino delle delizie" - with incredible harpsichord, juxtaposing a religious procession with some wild, dancing youth. I'm not sure Morricone ever sounded so hip.

[jules-and-company]

oh my sweet summer child. tas has always been that

Why are Paramount making the Very Short Treks for the TAS anniversary so purposefully cringe 😬🫣 I feel like I’m missing something, but to me they’re just stupid and cringe and not funny.

[saphig-iawn]

A Sweet Treat

This story is about a real hypnosis session.

CW: Food Transformation, Safe Vore

She always loved visiting my cottage. It always seemed by chance that she would wind her way up the path alongside my abode as I was working in the garden, my summer dress being playfully blown by the gentle breeze.

I'd invite her in, and we'd tend to the plants for just a moment before I turned my attention to her. She's such a busy thing. Forced to make decisions and deal with dry and boring paperwork all week, but she just wants to be a darling little fairy, at the beck and call of a witch, with no cares or worries.

She knows that the moment she steps across the threshold of my garden, and of my cottage, that she can shed that character people demand her to play like a costume being discarded. She can explore the fantasies that she never felt she could, and finally be herself.

I pick her up in my arms and hold her so tight. I let her melt into me, and then I work my words into her form so she can begin to shrink.

As she gets lots in the fabric of my dress, and the warmth of my skin, I begin to walk us both into the cottage so I can set us both down on a comfy armchair.

I lay her on my chest. At this point she could fit in my palm, and I can see the happiness on her face. She's so far away from all the noise of her life, away from the fuss and stress.

I lower my voice so she can feel my words resonating through her.

I watch her sink even further.

Then, I begin to take a ribbon, and slowly wrap her in it from toe to top. Not too tight, but tight enough that she can feel the safety of my ribbon holding her and caring for her.

As it placed a gentle pressure over her lips, then her eyes, and finally her mind, I began to speak my magic into its threads, their warmth reaching into her body and soothing her.

She felt the ribbons begin to tighten, like they were holding her in blissful captivity but then she began to realise that the ribbons weren't the things that were holding her still.

As the last ribbon fell away from her eyes all she could see was a hand mirror. She tried to move to see what was in its reflection, but all efforts were futile. I lifted her off my chest and she was greeted by the reflection of the sweetest and most aromatic candy in the shape of her.

I could feel her delight and pleasure at her new form. I could feel how she wanted to rub her thighs together. I could feel the way she adored how the light shone through her body.

I felt her grow desperate as I opened my mouth and rolled out my tongue.

I felt a deep and lustful moan on my tongue as I placed her in my mouth.

She was so sweet and fragrant as she began to melt onto my tongue. Every drop of her tasted like a stolen moan that would escape her lips from a bite on her neck.

She melted from the extremities first, feeling them sink into me like a hot bath, like she was dropping into a trance within her trance. The more she melted, the deeper she went, the more an ache grew and swelled between her legs.

Even deep in trance, she couldn't hold the moans back; feeling me savour her form and flavour in every passing moment.

She was in ectasy, feeling a closeness to me unlike ever before, in service to me unlike anything else.

Her climax arrived when the last of her had melted on my tongue. Even deep in the trance I had woven for her, she felt her back lift from the bed as the orgasm blossomed throughout her body.

Her breaths began to slow as the afterglow settled in, as I began to wrap her back in my ribbon and bring her back onto my chest so she could rest from the all-encompassing pleasure she was just feeling.

I love every session I have with this little darling fairy. Giving her the space to feel what she has yearned to feel, but never had the chance.

[alexanderlightweight]

more maybe i'm the villain! more MORE!

please

here we go, i hope you enjoy

<3 lumine

nsfw

maybe i'm the villain

— “What a good kitten.” Alec hears Bane murmur and he can’t even protest, not when he’s doing nothing but panting against Bane’s neck. He’s letting Bane play him like a well-tuned instrument and Alec hasn’t been able to deny him a single thing.

Bane’s latest accessory is a sex toy.

Some kind of jeweled and gleaming piece that now teases at Alec from the inside, even as Bane does nothing more than fondle his ears. There had been no warning, no explanation of what it was and every time Alec whines or tries to feel relief, Bane only shows him that it could be even more intense if he didn’t behave.

There’s a moment where the tug on his soul is sharp, almost poigant as it pulls at him for attention and then the first bond snaps. The ricochet of death echoes with a sharp ache of longing as one of the ties of Magnus’ magic unravels. It leaves Alec with a sense of being adrift. There are only five ties left that anchor Bane’s magic to Alec and the loss of one resonates through his entire being and he can't help the sound he makes in protest.

There is no pity or grief at losing a hunter, only a sense of frustration because Bane could have asked for far worse than he did. As it is, Alec can barely think about what this means when his body is overwhelming him with sensation.

“That’s one—” is a teasing chuckle against his ear and Alec can’t do anything but close his eyes and try to breathe. The toy inside of him feels strange and unwelcome even as if sets him alight with a ravenous hunger. He wants something more, something better than the hollow pleasure tormenting him between Magnus’ teasing caresses and words.

“Do you want to start paying me back now, kitten? Or all at once?”

Alec isn’t sure what the better option is but he knows that he can’t let this drag out until the end, he won’t survive it. Alec tries not to show how affected he is but his cock has been hard and trapped against Magnus’ belly enough to leave glistening streaks across skin and silk.

“Alexander,” Magnus warns him and fingers pet through his hair and the base of his ears as if to ground him. Alec latches on to the feeling of nails against his scalp and his own fingers find purchase on Magnus’ shoulders as he takes a deep breath.

“Now.” —

“Greedy, greedy kitten.” Magnus teases and his voice is gleeful as his fingers tighten in Alec’s hair. That Alexander can’t wait is a thrill and Magnus leans forward to nip and then suck a mark onto Alexander’s jaw.

Let everyone see how clearly Magnus marks his boy.

If anyone thinks that Alexander will belong to anyone but Magnus before the night is over, then they are fools.

The plug has helped loosen Alexander up just enough that it’s easy to use magic to slick up Magnus’ cock and with a snap he vanishes the plug and has his pants unzipped.

Magic eases the way and Magnus is torn between focusing on the equisite heat of Alexander sliding inch by inch down his cock, or watching the shocked ectasy on his kitten’s face as he’s filled completely.

Alexander is shuddering by the time he’s fully seated on Magnus’ cock. His thighs are shivering under Magnus’ palms and his skin is slick and shimmering with sweat even as soft gasps and whimpers are bitten back.

“Don’t hide from me now,” Magnus chides and reaches behind to tug at Alexander’s lax tail. “I want to hear you kitten.”

Alexander comes with a desperate whine as his claws come out.

Magnus pays no mind as they dig through the silk of his shirt and ignores the pain and the blood even as he croons and coaxes Alexander through his pleasure.

It’s clear that the orgasm was unexpected and Magnus chuckles and pets Alexander through it, praising him and teasing him in equal turn. Alexander is almost too tight around him and Magnus waits with breathless desperation until Alexander has come and begun to relax to fuck him.

An oversensitive mewl fills his ears and Magnus groans in delight at the symphony delighting his ears. Alexander sounds so sweet and the noises he makes are delectable. In another setting, Magnus might have cause to make him scream loud enough to test the limits of his soundproofing. However enough people have taken more liberties than Magnus would normally allow and his instincts call to hide Alexander away after his public claiming.

[thoughtsinlyrical]

It feels like a blade right in the heart No arrow in vain, just you and I Incredible, tragical, magical, cynical, At first sight it felt like I've missed you all of my life It feels like the sun right after the rain A rainbow full of colors, when you take my hand Natural, practical, romantical, a miracle When I used to think I would never love again Days after days, Nights after nights, I miss you so much it's killing me Days after days, Nights after nights, I wish you were closer tonight So I close my eyes dreaming of your arms around me They hold me tight So I dream a little more and start to feel dizzy Cause your kisses feel like ectasy I wanna touch you, I wanna feel you I don't wanna waste a life without you So I close my eyes and dream about what our life could be It feels like an endless cold winter I forgot the warmth, this feeling of being safer Incredible, tragical, magical, cynical, Oh I wish you were closer Days after days, Nights after nights, I love you more everytime Days after days, Nights after nights, I wish we could feel alright So I close my eyes dreaming of your arms around me They hold me tight, they'll never leave me So I dream a little more and I start to feel dizzy Cause your kisses feel like ectasy I wanna kiss you, I wanna hold you too I don't wanna waste a life without you So I close my eyes and dream about what our life could be It couldn't have been serious, We thought we knew it all And I'm starting to feel anxious When I think I could never have you at all So I just close my eyes and dream about what our life could be

[braveangel777]

Y(OUR) MUSIC

I've known passion, guided by my own hands,

But in your touch, my senses wildly expand.

Like music's allure, I get lost in your embrace,

A novel sensation, yet warmly embraced.

Amidst the chaos, let our bodies entwine,

A dance of desires, where boundaries decline.

Fingers trace heated contours, igniting the fire,

Exploring every inch, our passions inspire.

With gentle caresses, our bodies entwined,

In rhythmic motion, a divine symphony we find.

Yearning for release, we surrender to lust's decree,

Engulfed by passion's flames, consuming you and me.

Whispered words of longing, eager to explore,

As we yield to desires we can no longer ignore.

Together, we create music, harmonizing,

Moans in the air Lost in the ectasy unfolding.

A symphony of love, composed on silken sheets,

In each other's arms, our melodies we meet.

Unified like a mesmerizing harmony,

Our pasion unfolds, an magic symphony.

Together, we unravel, a sensuous duet,

In seductive movements, a dance we won't forget.

Each touch, a note played with tender precision,

We orchestrated desire, opening a new dimension.

-Brave Angel

[rpking99]

The bliss that washed over Samus was magical, making her screams of ectasy echo out as she rocked back and forth against the wonderful thrusting dick

Eyes crossing, hungry pants flowing freely, the blonde bounty hunter pressed her face into the bed as she received her pounding

Distracting Samus

Closed with @padthedemon

Shot to the left? Did she mean her weapon misfired or did she miss? Was she worried she was losing her touch after being a bounty Hunter for so long or was her nerves getting to her after all this time. “Before you had these fights alone but I’m here with you. Sure I’m not as skilled as you when it comes to weapons but I’ll find something. Be it becoming a good pilot for the ship, a mechanic for maintenance or just finding ways to help you relax after a hard day, I’ll do what I can for you. For now, you need a break. Maybe we can find some spa planet or someplace known for relaxation. If anyone deserves it, it’s you. Can we do that?” Pad knew he could suggest all he wanted but it needed to be her choice. If he tried to force Samus to go anywhere, it wouldn’t work and may end up stressing her out even more.

"It's not... not that simple." Samus muttered "I have... I have to know. If... if it was me, or-or the fun. And... And if it is me, I'm scared about that. I'm... I'm scared about the failure that doing that again could do..."

She leaned against him, her eyes fluttering closed softly as she just lay there for a few moments

"I don't... don't want you to die because I fucked up..."

[youji-burgers]

i have a question but i dont want pro/shippers to answer

[fishandshesmygills]

the most magical feeling in the world is rediscovering music you loved and forgot about especially if you loved it before you had any control over music. i think fumbling towards ectasy by sarah mclachlan worked its way into my dna with how much my mom listened to it when i was little

[aliciavance4228]

Finally found that meme. Now try not to cringe (or break something):

Authoritarian Left Square

Demeter

Seeming harmless, is actually the most terrifying of all in the Pantheon;

Directly responsible for most famines throughout history;

Once cursed a man with eternal hunger;

Haaaaaaates Hades;

Phobos and Deimos

Knock Knock;

It's Fear and Terror;

We're your secret police;

Cronus (already wrote what this guy said about him)

Nyx

The Night which envelops us all;

Born near the dawn of creation itself;

Terrifying and formless progenitor of half this chart's gods;

Nemesis

Goddess of revenge;

Hunts down all those excessive hubris with extreme predjudice;

Tyche's evil sister;

Athena

Goddess of craft, wisdom and the strategic side of war;

Somehow more of a sociopath than Ares;

Birthed from father's head, a Theory given flesh;

Cybele

Magna Mater;

MAGNA MATER;

Demands undying loyalty;

Will actually take away your penis;

Hephaestus

Hideous god of the forge, and working class icon;

Parents gave him raw deal;

Literal cuckhold;

Morpheus

The original Sandman;

Lord of Dream;

Largely apolitical, but gives an oft-unwanted service for absolutely free;

Authoritarian Right Square

The Fates

Control all;

Weave all;

Kill all;

Bind even Olympians in threads of destiny;

Hera

Queen of the Gods, standing for Marriage and Authority;

Always blames husband's victims;

She and her servants are always watching;

Zeus

King of the Gods, Sky God and prototypical monarch;

In fact, invented Royal Incest;

Hurled his thunderbolt;

Ares

'ate peace;

'ate harmony;

'ate ceasefire;

luv war;

luv blood;

luv 'Dite;

Simple as that;

Helios and Selene

Ancient deities of Sun and Moon;

Possibly pre-greek?

Aren’t seen much today;

Poseidon

Absolute overlord of ocean and seas;

Swallows communists into the depths;

Don't piss him off;

Hestia

Traditionalist goddess of hearth and home;

Perpetually chaste and virginal;

Stays neutral in all conflicts;

Nike

Goddess of victory, success and triumph;

Friends with Zeus and Ares;

Really, really likes cheap Chinese labour;

Ouranos

The Heavens themselves, first ruler of the Universe;

Tradition mutilated and forgotten;

I'm not going to make the joke;

Libertarian Left Square

Hecate

Goddess of Magic, teacher of witches;

Ancient dweller in the Underworld;

Really, really likes dogs;

Zephyrus

God of the Western Wind, gentlest of the 4;

Heralds the coming spring;

Early LGBT hero;

Astraea

Goddess of Justice, Innocence and Purity;

Sweet Summer Child;

Archetypical virgin, inspiration for the constellation;

Artemis

The Huntress, protector of nature and young girls;

Leads a hunt of (nearly) undying loyalty;

Enjoys turning people into animals;

Iris

Goddess of the Rainbow;

Messenger of the Gods before Hermes was born and took her job;

Probably either gay or extremely high;

Dionysus

God of emotion, chaos, insanity, ectasy and wine;

Brings love to keep you solace in the darkness;

Entwined to Apollo;

Pan

God of the Wilds, the Flocks and the Shepards;

Great musician;

Invented Panic and thaught shephards how to jack off;

May be hive mind of the smaller Satyr gods;

Visits his communal gay furry orgies!

Might be dead...

Aphrodite

Goddess of Love, Beauty and Pleasure;

Can seduce anyone, for better or worse;

Multiple forms, diverse origin story;

Aggressive shipper;

Hermes

God of messengers, travelers and thieves;

Stealing things since the day he was born;

Divine trickster who'll find his way into every myth;

Libertarian Right Square

Hypnos

Zzzzzzzzzz;

Politics just put me to sleep;

Is actually death's brother;

Heracles

Pulled himself up by snake-skin boots from Mortality to Godhood (with a little help from Daddy);

Ran huge merch line, according to the Mouse;

Really liked younger men;

Charon

Ferryman of the Dead across river Styx;

Just wants your money;

The very last price you'll ever pay;

Apollo

God of rational thought, logic, healing, prophecy, the sun and light;

Brings truth and understanding;

Entwined with Dionysus;

Tyche

Goddess of fortune and chance;

She'll give you city success and plenty;

At least for a time...

Atlas

Must I explain this?

Eris

Has inspired entire lib-center philosophies;

Caused the Trojan War for shits and giggles;

Honestly the most based deity;

Eros

God of fierce love and desire;

Greatest franchising of any god;

Existence seem to prove certain... claims of some Lib-Right;

Hades

As Pluto, he's "The Rich One"...

Lives in an underground cave with his guard dog and teen wife;

Don't eat his food;

Feel free to criticize this meme as much as you please;

I just saw a wojak meme where Cronus was labeled as a Communist because, and I quote:

Sikle-wielding Leader of the Titans and Master of Time;

In charge of nostalgic Golden Age which actually sucked;

"The revolution devours its children."

I really hope this was a joke and dude wasn't 100% serious, because what the hell?!

And look, I don't want my post to turn into some political shit, but claiming that a deity that was worshipped hundreds of years before Karl Marx was even born is a communist is just as absurd as claiming that "X god was a feminist." or "Y deity was the patron of the LGBT Community." All of these appeared very late historically speaking.

[noeldelmar]

“Ectasy”

And when the magic came to me, I was full of joy and love, and everything was created...

[salamanderinspace]

We outsmarted oblivion seven times in a row

and made it look like jazz with no chains,

like shaking our butt with no shame.

We moonwalked past the ghosts of this living world.

We decided.

To free ourselves out of the estrange,

strangling of this reality.

We swan-dived and centered in our magic.

We found an eternal life that couldn't understand prisons or any other enslavement.

We was not at the frequency that could catch or contort our souls.

It wasn't easy, but destiny is destiny

Our bodies

levitated by the stardust of the ancestors in our bones.

Our ectasy

got divined in limitless existence.

This is how we figured it out.

- The Stars and the Blackness Between Them, Junauda Petrus

[americangodstalk]

American Gods fan-made RPG: Old Gods (the tale of Mad Sweeney)

Once, there was in old Ireland powerful gods - the Tuatha Dé Danann, the pantheon ruling over the land. One of them was named Lugh - a large king warrior, a beautiful master craftsman wielding magic artefacts, a youthful god of harvests and oaths, of truth and law, Their land was threatened by the Fomorians, monstrous giants coming from under the sea and under the earth, born of everything harmful and destructive the nature had to offer. Their leader was the dreaded one-eyed Balor, whose mere gaze could cause death. But Lugh revealed himself the savior of his tribe, as he killed by himself Balor, who was his own grandfather. He was the glorious victory of the gods of Ireland, and he was celebrated all throughout the land and the legends.

Until the Christians came to the land and imposed their sole and unique God. 

Lugh found himself - or rather a fragment of himself - living another life, under a different shape and a different name. He was now Buile Shuibhne, mortal king, and the new invaders he had to fight were the Grey Monks. He tried to prevent them from building their churches and celebrating their masses, but the violence that had once made him hero only brought to him a curse, madness and shame. He was a mocked, tragic, pitiful figure whose wandering and broken mind were sung through tales and poems. 

And then, suddenly Buile found himself someone else - unless it was another fragment of Lugh that took over. He was now one of the people of the Sidhe, one of the fair folk, a leprechaun, guardian of a magical stone in a magical grove, so small - he who once belonged to the tallest tribe of the island. And he saw back all the others that like him had changed throughout the years, gods now buried kings under mounds, spirits and monsters now fairies and bogeymen, or others like Brigid, the Tuatha dé Danann who once ruled over wisdom and poetry, healing and blacksmithing, who was now one of the saints of the Christian, Brigid of Kildare, mythical abbess whose feast had overthrown the pagan Imbolc. 

It was as Mad Sweeney, the leprechaun, that he arrived in America, after the Great Famine of the mid-19th century. He came with all the Irishmen and Irishwomen, and for a while he survived on the old tales and the bowl of milk left outside. But all things came to an end, and soon no one believe in the folk of the mounds or the fairy wrath. Leprechauns were but a silly joke, a pretty children picture. Mad Sweeney fought, drank, pissed and then fought and drank some more - but as faith waned, as rituals stopped, he found himself bitten by his own pleasures. Brawls left him hurt, alcohol made him sick, and at the turn of the millenium, as he wandered (unprotected and much too drunk) in the wilderness, at the coldest of wnter, he ended up dying in the snow. 

This was the tragic tale of Mad Sweeney, once an almighty god, but in America the frozen corpse of an Irish drunk. 

The Old Gods are shaped by belief and religion. They are what people want them and think them to be. Not all the Old Gods came to America in the shape they used to have. Among the Ancient Ones are many small creatures such as fairies, werewolves and trolls, beings you would not think of as “gods”. And yet they were all gods once. They were all subjects of rituals, of worship, of adoration and fear. They are simply humbler, weaker shapes of gods.

Just like Mad Sweeney, the Daoine Sidhe of Ireland (fairies, elves, leprechauns, cluricauns, banshees and other sprites) used to be gods - the powerful Tuatha dé Danann, the pantheon ruling over Ireland, but who fled down under the earth and under the hills when Christianity became dominant, and thus were only remembered as gods, magicians and legendary kings instead of glorious deities. Most people think of the Japanese kitsune as simply a folkloric creature, a magical fox, a trickster spirit of nature, ignoring that they were originally servants and messengers of the god, celestial entities tied to Inari, the kami of fertility, rice, sake and tea. Satyrs were not just funny goat-men getting drunk and dancing in the woods - they were originally minor gods of the countryside, companions and children of gods such as Dionysus, Pan and Silenus. 

Mad Sweeney is but one exemple of those “diluted gods”, but there are many others. If we turn towards the Biblical religion, two exemples can be mentionned (sample characters to, that you can use in your sessions if you desire):

# The Ifrit. You might believe him to be another Arabian taxi driver roaming the streets of New York City. Until he takes off his sunglasses and reveal that his eyes are made of fire. He is an Ifrit, a subtype of Jinn. The Jinns are not as people believe wish-granting genies. Jinns were the first mortal beings created by Allah before humankind was shaped, exceptional beings of strange appearances and powerful magic haunting the desert and build out of a smokeless fire. This is what the Muslim folklore tells through its legends and tales - but before Islam arose, the Jinns were gods too, deities revered and worshipped as the rulers of the world. This Ifrit in particular was worshipped in what is now known as the Lost City of Ubar. But as with all the other Jinns, he fell when monotheism became the major religion of the area, and was reduced to a wandering spirit, a magical monster, an unusual being of fairytales. 

# Bilquis. This is the name she wears as she walks down the streets of Los Angeles, though when she feels threatened she uses Ayesha. She is a prostitute. Not a cheap hooker, no. She is a high-class lady of the night. To sleep with her, you need to have the means. And you won’t truly “sleep” with her. What you have with her is not just sex. It is an intense experience. A discovery of unknown pleasures. A moment of pure ectasy. As you receive her gifts, you will thank her, pray her, worship her. Worship her as she was once worshipped as the Queen of Sheba, daughter of a human and a jinn. Love her as once king Solomon loved her through the Song of Songs. Abandon yourself body and soul to her as her priests abandonned themselves to her, goddess of love and beauty, whose throne rose up in Saba and on which she sat with Almaqah, the god of the moon. 

And once she is done with you, you won’t be here anymore. For the divine delights she offered you, you will sacrifice yourself to her. You will be one with her, lost forever in the heavenly bliss that she contains in her infinite-self. 

But soon she will feel hungry, tired and old again, and return to Sunset or Hollywood Boulevard, searching for her new worshipper, for a new offering, for a new sacrifice. 

[anonbeadraws]

Nephele was born hungry, in many respects. Orphaned early and adopted late, her drow heritage apparently a draw back for those apparently so desperate for a child to love, she was eventually taken in at the age of 13 by a crotchety old halfling woman named Melda.       Her children were grown and had left home years ago, all travellers and adventurers and Melda was happy to take in, as the carers had told her, sat at their tall desks with their religious wimples and holier than thou smiles, a homebody who preferred to stay in and read. Not an interesting child, they intoned, but certainly an easy one.      Melda thought she could deal with that, something quiet after her rowdy brood, someone gentle and sweet who she could feed up and teach her great grandmothers knitting secrets to. Someone she could talk to, after her beloved’s passing. Melda would be happy on only one account she came to find, since her new charge seemed to be a bottomless pit, forever hungry for such new delights, pastries and roasted meats and fruits, the likes she had never seen at the Home.    (This of course, endeared her to her new halfing community, even the ones who cast second looks at her indigo skin and strange eyes and whispered of bad luck, would admit that anyone who could eat a blueberry pie with such ectasy in their eyes, no matter the colour, could not be so terrible)    Otherwise, the only other hunger the silent Nephele seemed to have was for books. Anything, everything, romantic novels, pamphlets left by passing adventurers, even dusty old tomes on family history which were not particularly sparkling material (though you’d have to drag that out of any self respecting halfing with the wildest of horses of course) and it was with books that Melda noticed her strange, quiet, charge came alive.     It took a while for it to happen (and much coaxing with home made biscuits and the odd apple turnover) but as the months passed, Melda’s quiet table, lined with empty chairs that only sat two now, sat also discussions of whatever Nephele had dug her nose into. Melda had never seen such excitement at the idea of learning, especially from her own children, and decided to encourage it the best she could. she began sending off for books and tomes unavailable to their village and when Nephele grew old enough and her interest turned to the magical, determined letters to the local wizard, a human woman who’d moved to the forest long ago, before Melda’s time.      Not a popular creature certainly, Melda had considered as she sent the letters off, and definitely someone the halfings avoided, but neither was her own child and even if it was someone older, outside of the community, it would good to see her girl make her first friend.

Sori was as strange as Melda had predicted, twitchy and wide eyed and clueless about how to drink tea politely, but intrigued to take on an assistant.  "You’ve taught her so much!", Sori exclaimed, crumbling more shortbread into her half full cup. “her affinity with language and its connection to magic is amazing, I’ve never seen the like in someone so young!”   Melda, who could not even spell her own name, only nodded sagely, subtly moved the shortbread out of reach of the wizard who drank half liquid biscuit from her cup, and made arrangements for further lessons. She could easily see the good the lessons were doing, the excitement and satisfaction they brought the girl.      Melda felt a little pain that she could not bring such glee to her child's face anymore, for how could apple tarts contend with the ability to create flame and ice on command? How could she, an old halfing even compare with a wizard, albeit a strange one, who taught her child to create her own spells, to blend old spells together to create something new? It was a little pain.   Manageable. It was more painful, as the years went by, to see her child withdraw, to go into herself. Research and books and scrolls, Nepheles room became a library, not that she was around often enough to enjoy in it. Nephele’s visits to Sori became longer as the months go by, she’d be gone for days at a time, on little errands for the wizard.    It’s just assistant stuff, Nephele would shrug, stuffing her bag for another journey, grabbing a pastry before she vanished again and kissing her mother absently goodbye.     She was a young woman now, Melda mourned as she tidied around her child's room, edging carefully around each symbol and scrawl. Of age and able to do what she wanted. It had only been when Melda had not heard from Nephela for many weeks, far longer than her usual stints away and found her letters ignored by the wizard, that she gathered up the courage to visit Sora and get some answers.Melda had expected something perhaps older, maybe a cottage taken over by vines and dirty plates and books, something broken down and as scattered as the wizard herself. Maybe some awkwardly offered beverage that Melda would politely take and never drink. Melda had brought some nibbles, hoping that would make the wizard open up to telling her what was happening with her little one.   She didn’t expect destruction. Not fire and flame and the woods around them burning and whatever had remained of Sori’s home blackened and charred, the smell of brimstone, terrible and unavoidable, the ashes of books floating everywhere.  Not Sori, severely shaken but not a scratch on her, not even a burn, shaking and shivering in the middle of the wreckage, stuttering that it ‘was all gone’.   It took a few hours for Sori to calm down, safe in the house Melda seemed to live alone in most days, and tell her something useful. To tell her that Nephele had been sent on errands yes, that they were to do with magic, yes. But not the simple fetching assignments Melda had been led to believe, not simple ingredients or herbs attained in the local forests or as far as the next village as Nephele had so often reassured her mother.    She had been sent out to steal. Not real stealing! Sori had pleaded under placating hands as Melda had begun to ratchet up her good yelling voice (which had terrified generations at this point).  Nephele had been sent to old places, ruins, to find old spells, abandoned by the uncaring and unwilling. Nothing bad, just the recovery of magic. The two of them had carefully planned out the areas, finding resources to ascertain the safety of the journey and what kind of magic lay behind locked and ancient doors. Nephele had found this one on her own, whispers from distant mouths, a great power, something life changing and she was so desperate to find it.   Oh my girl, Melda thought, her heart heavy, my hungry girl. With reservations, but a hunger of her own, Sori had let her go, pack full and had begun preparations to translate whatever her protege brought back. It would be a while but it didn’t hurt to be prepared.  Sori was sorely unprepared for what was brought however. It had been quick, (the time it took for a wooden cottage to set alight, Sori mused aloud at Melda’s dining table.) and Sori only understood a little of it but what she did know, was that her protege had burst into the house, not with her usual glee and delight of a job well done, but with some fear and a strange determination Sori had never seen in Nephele’s eyes before.   That. And a demon. It seemed that the job had been far more dangerous than they could’ve imagined. That Nephele, though quick and clever enough to avoid the traps and puzzles inside, had made a great mistake. That some power, even those lost and fabled underground, should not be tampered with and that sometimes, even if a voice  whispers and promises knowledge beyond ones wildest dreams, that perhaps one shouldn’t say ‘yes’.   Or perhaps, they shouldn’t say yes, then immediately bail out of the agreement upon grabbing the scroll and running for their lives back home, with a fiery demon at their heels.    Sori had only seen Nephele for an instant, long enough for her to see the scroll, see the demon and to see her protege cast a spell-  (Sori had smiled a little, relaying this back to Melda. It was one of ours, our best protection spell! she did so beautifully!) and then vanish, the demon with her. Melda took Sori in, though it took a week and several pitiful attempts at shortbread for Melda’s stoney glare to soften and her anger to abate. It didn’t help Melda’s standing in the village to do so, not even her blueberry muffins would be enough to undo the rumours that floated around her child or the strangeness of her current houseguest, but as Melda settled down to sleep, she knew it was the right thing.  Even if the reason for her child’s disappearance was sleeping just down the hall. Even if the house was empty again. Even if her heart was too. And if her heart, hungry for her daughter, for her safety, imagined her little ones voice again, strangely clear and certain, just as her mind turned towards the blissful void 'mamon. I’m safe but running. Sorry. Will find a way to fix it. love you” perhaps that was right too. a random roll for @pathcrier, who designed most of the character but wanted me to take a spin at the backstory! This is one of my longer bgs for sure, but so fun! THANKYOU HUN

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The State of Things 1-15-20

Hello, everyone! It’s a new year and we’re officially off hiatus!

What can you expect in the near future? For right now, it’s a lot of either housekeeping or refurbishing. There’s still work from last year to clean up, but the big projects I’m working on right now are the new subpages I brought in our 2020 preview. Here’s some details on the pages coming to you first:

The Daemon Dex

Likely coming out first is a repository of information about the Verse’s demons! A lot of it is going to be a recap of information you can find [elsewhere] on this blog but in a much tidier one-stop package with some added details. Key among those: you’re getting yourself a full listing of every kind of demon there is! Eventually!

The menagerie has been sorted based on what caused each demon to become a demon in the first place (whether they were hollowed out and filled back up with magic, a desire to live again, a moment of ectasy, etc). Each of those categories is further split into 52 to account for each aspect their powers can work off of, so to keep the page tidy I’m only putting sections in for categories that actually have [a representative] posted already. Each section has further detail about that type of demon, and I’ll be adding new sections as necessary.

The Aspect Catalogue

Still in progress but coming soon is a detailed listing of all of the aspects of the Verse! There’s 52, but because there’s some gaps to be filled this page is going up with just 36 to start with: the 12 canon aspects, plus the 24 “vice” and “virtue” aspects.

Like the Daemon Dex, it’s split into sections of 12 for each, where each aspect’s impact on the Verse and magical use is summarized for easy reference. Not every aspect’s symbol has been finished yet so there’s going to be some placeholder images until they are.

For both of these pages, I wouldn’t advise digging around for them because unless you like lorum ipsum text you’re not going to find a lot interesting yet. The Daemon Dex should be going up either later this month or early next month. The Aspect Catalogue has more involved with it so expect another on top of that.

Everything Else

While I’m continuing to work, we’re back to updating every Wednesday with smaller pieces of lore and character stuff. Also, [our Extended Zodiac sideblog] is updating again!

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au in which the far cry 5 characters are sons and daughters of the greek gods, aka percy jackson au with my and @onl-you ‘s ocs included

I know the Seeds are a family, but I wanted to explore their personalities so that’s why they have different godly/titan parents, also who has both parents, just ignore that fact for a moment. Also I know in the mythology Hera would never cheat on Zeus, therefore she would never have demigods, but screw that too, haha

Joseph Seed / son of Asteria

no debates, Asteria is the titaness of oracles, so Joseph can see the Collapse, etc ....or maybe Apollo, because he was Asteria’s son and so he was the god of oracles as well ...or maybe even Hermes because he’s the messenger of the gods? maybe? but I would rather stick with Asteria or Apollo

John Seed / son of Hermes ( or Poseidon )

I just couldn’t decide, he’s a mix of both. He is the messenger of the Project, he is the one that traded before, bought the lands and also he stole from others, without question. He’s a charismatic man. But at the same time he is just like the ocean, he’s either calm or wild, a never ending change in both. And he has a weird obsession, trying to drown others.

Jacob Seed / son of Athena

okay first people would think Ares is his godly parent. But honestly, Jacob is a fighter, but a strategic one. He thinks before he acts, he’s a clever fellow, we have to give him that, not just a brute of Ares

Faith Seed / daughter of Hecate

she is the demigod of magic and withcraft. She uses the Bliss to trick people’s minds and is cheating death a little with her Angels, who are hard to kill ( necromancy )

Jess Black / daughter of Artemis

technically not the daughter of her, because Artemis swore to being pure ( aka being a virgin ), so Jess would be a part of the Hunters of Artemis

Adelaide Drubman / daughter of Dionysus

parties, madness, drunkeness and ectasy? I think all those words describe our old woman

Sharky Boshaw / son of Hephaestus

without question, he is the son of Hephaestus. The boy crafts his own weapons and is slightly immune to explosives, as the sons and daughters of Hephaestus can easily handle fire

Trinity-Hope Johnson / daughter of Hades

i had the hardest time to figure my girl out. There were so many options for her, but I sticked with Hades ( or Zeus ). She kills so many people in her time in Hope County, it’s her second nature. But also I choose Zeus ( because I just can’t decide ), for the reason that the main god seems so stubborn and prideful to me. And that’s Hope: she’s stubborn and pride to her fault.

Adam Roberts / son of Ares

he likes to fight and honestly he doesn’t need too much reason to do so, also he acts before he thinks

Tee Enderby / son of Apollo

he loves poetry, he loves music. He is literally the child of the light and sun, I mean he’s perfect, okay? haha let me love my boi

Rhea Jessop / daughter of Aphrodite

according to her past and her need of affection I’m don’t have to think too long to know she’s the daughter of Aphrodite. She needs and wants to spread love, she’s beautiful and in her past she was a lustful person

Hannah Wilson / daughter of Demeter

I think Hannah is a great and chill person, so she’s the daughter of Demeter. At first I was thinking Dionysus, but let’s be real: he’s a drunk, mad person who loves festival and crazy things, so I think Hannah is more of a Demeter gal

Liza Evans / daughter of Hera

she is literally a mother of everyone she meets and cares about, there’s no other option. If I got it right the most important thing in her life is family as well. I know Hera would never cheat on Zeus with a mortal, but Hera is such Liza I can’t ignore it

Dylan Highmoore / son of Poseidon

I think he would be the perfect son of Poseidon, calm and kind. But fierce and powerful as well.

Joffrey Orwell / son of ???

Honestly I had no idea where to put Joffrey, so I put him under Hermes, because in the Hermes cabin they accept every traveler, until the godly parent claims their child, I’m so sorry baby

Emmanuel McAdams / son of Aphrodite

he is the person of love, he spreads more love than everyone around Hope County, and even that makes a weird incest thing with Rhea, let’s be real, the greeks had weird relationships as it is already