#mojo ritee

[matthesoundless]

Ended up getting inspired by these silly little guys on the 2004 Species Election poster and made em into my own characters- ^^

[vacantgodling]

beau just can’t keep his hands to himself 💜🤎

edit also: n isn’t taller than beau, beau is most likely on a lower step or smthn idk don’t question it

dead rites taglist (ask to be + / -): @mjjune

[cityofmeliora]

the Papas' ages

there's some conflicting information due to some of the lore being outdated now, but this is the most up-to-date information we have on the Papas' ages:

Papa Nihil - in Rite Here Rite Now, he tells Cardi "I am almost 80 years old and I'm dead." if we take this to mean he was almost 80 years old when he died, Papa Nihil would have been born in 1940 or 1941 at the very oldest (assuming he died at 79 years old in 2020)

Cardinal Copia / Papa IV / Frater Imperator - we know from Kiss The Go-Goat and RHRN that Sister got pregnant in the later half of 1969, so he was born in early 1970. Nihil would have been 29-30 years old then.

Terzo - it was stated in several Meliora Era interviews, The Summoning, and Metal Myths that Terzo is 3 months younger than Secondo. they're basically the same age.

Secondo - an interview from 2013 says Secondo was around 50 years old in 2013, so he and Terzo would've been born around 1963, give or take a few years. Nihil would have been in his early to mid 20s when they were born.

CAN YOU EXPLAIN THE TRANSFORMATION FROM PAPA EMERITUS, WHO IS CREDITED ON OPUS, TO PAPA II? NAMELESS GHOUL: Papa I had sat his years and it was time for the succession. The major difference between the two dudes is probably the age: Papa I was in his 80s whereas Papa II is around 50. A little more mojo. Revolver (May 2013)

Primo - the above quote says Primo was in his 80s when he was the frontman of Ghost, but that's not possible since his dad wasn't even that old. (and yes, Primo is Nihil's son.) with the new information about Nihil's age, i would guess we're just supposed to assume Primo was actually younger than previously thought. no solid info here.

[badmojotroll]

Demoniacs: Masters of the Inner Abyss

Demoniacs are Zandalari trolls who push the dark arts far beyond the boundaries explored by typical warlocks. Through obscure and forbidden rites, they invite demonic entities into their own bodies—not to surrender control, but to bend the intruders to their will. Instead of being overtaken, a demoniac cages the demon within, drawing on its essence as a personal reservoir of power. It's a dangerous path, one that only a rare few can truly master.

These practitioners don’t merely wield power—they become it. The cost is high; many who attempt the ritual are overwhelmed and consumed. Yet with threats encroaching on Zandalari lands, the destructive force a demoniac can unleash has proven worth the risk time and again.

Those who follow this treacherous path understand the parallels with the tragic collapse of the Gurubashi Empire. Still, they believe that such power, though volatile, is often essential for survival.

Their appearance in battle is unmistakable. A demoniac's robes, crafted from enchanted runecloth and saturated with potent mojo, are more than mere clothing—they’re a declaration of dominance. The sight of these garments strikes fear into the hearts of foes and serves as a grim warning to any demon daring enough to challenge their master.

[becausegraf]

A line in Dawntrail permanently burned into my mental audio board:

Bakool Ja Ja the Mystic going heeeere kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty~

It's just some Good Shit, ok, the Mystic is a slick freakin' bastard and I love that.

Some more thoughts on our Blessed Siblings...

It's been fun rewatching those solo duties.

- Bakool Ja Ja gets the same base Dawntrail battle theme as Gulool Ja Ja but without the glorious vocals.

- You can see him using a lot of moves Gulool Ja Ja also uses during your spar, suggesting strongly that there is a shared 'school' of combat skills and magic techniques that may be getting passed on, likely through the Autarch.

- Fire magic of various sorts, that shove-kick they do and is even shown in the trailer, towers, the creation of shades/clone phantoms... It's almost a little cute to see BJJ's put some real work in.

- That final blast he does against Wuk Lamat's LB3 defense is massive holy shit. They're so much more than all talk, with that sort of wrecking power to back it up! Bakool Ja Ja just hits the wall of Wuk Lamat being a queen of Dynamis, h a h.

- Fear of failure is just a much weaker source of mojo than having something you truly want to achieve, something positive to fight for.

- BJJ's bladework is much less refined. As he uses a blade and staff combination, he can't make use viper techniques either way.

- Zoraal Ja's viper-trained all the way, naturally. Likely due to his hoobigo base frame it seems like he never cultivated any of the same magic techniques his father uses. The other explanation is ofc that the VPR class doesn't come with fire magic and they didn't feel any need to custom multiclass him for a single Trust fight.

- Getting to see Gulool Ja Ja's 'complete' battle flow during the Rite's last feat was awesome as sh- and in it you see him use a (much more 'oh shit') version of a move Bakool Ja Ja tried to pull on Wuk Lamat as well.

- They can actually pull off the whole coordinated cast skill, and I doubt that's easy to learn even if you have the physiology for it. I'd bet that it's the Mighty bringing the power, and the Mystic handling the, eh, more delicate half of such spellwork. Their boonewa half may have more raw magic 'strength' as a part of such an aptitude in general but I find it hard to imagine them doing it the other way around.

...seriously, he's doing his best, man xD

[leahdarkspear]

The Interrogation

Kian's first night as Leah's "house guest," where Leah interrogates him about the darkness within him Content Warning - Past trauma, threats of violence

While the strange Zandalari sipped his coffee, Leah took a moment to really observe him. She had noticed most of these things already but now she wanted to study him without distraction. She took in the features of his face. He wasn’t old, but he didn’t look particularly young either. His face was mostly smooth, with only slight traces of fine lines around his eyes and at the corners of his mouth, but there was something careworn about his expression that led Leah to feel he had a decent amount of life experience. She placed his age at somewhere between forty and forty-five years old.

His viridian hair had been shorn close on the sides, and cropped into a short mohawk on top, much like a lot of the city guards in Dazar’alor wore. The stubble on the sides of his head indicated that his haircut was maybe a few months old. Definitely not regulation. This, along with his well-muscled physique made Leah think perhaps she should drop a line with some of her contacts to ask around and see if the Rastari had any AWOL troops.

His skin was smooth, absent of the rocky patches that normally adorned Zandalari trolls’ shoulders. It was a recessive trait among the Zandalari - uncommon to be sure, but not entirely unheard of. He had no visible tattoos, no identifying marks of any kind, save for a long scar reaching from just below his breastbone down to his navel. Leah wondered about its nature. Because of their regeneration, trolls only tended to sport scars from the most grievous of injuries. But this scar was clean and perfectly straight, whereas marks from battle tended to be jagged and messy. It could be a ritual scar; in those cases the troll undergoing the ritual would make repeated gouges in their skin after using a potion to temporarily halt their healing factor in order to let the scar tissue form. It was a lengthy and painful process that was generally used to make elaborate designs to either honor the Loa, or to indicate rites of passage or tribal affiliations. But this? This was just a single mark. Leah didn’t profess to be an expert of all the various trollish tribal markings, but something told her that’s not what this was. To her, it seemed much more like a surgical scar, but then, why hadn’t his regeneration healed him? Perhaps he’d been cursed, or possibly forsaken by the Loa. It could be, Leah reasoned, that the scar and his dark mojo were somehow related. She made a note to find a way to test her theory later.

By far, the most striking thing about the mysterious Kian had to be his eyes though. They weren’t solid colored, nor did they emit a subtle glow like most Zandalari’s eyes - instead he had separate sclera, irises, and pupils much like Leah herself had. The color of his irises was also unique. At first glance, Leah would have said his eyes were white, but up close, they reminded her much more of quartz crystal. They were a cloudy-clear color that would pick up hues of things nearby. When he looked in the direction of the wall sconces, his eyes would show specks of yellow and red as they reflected the firelight. When he looked down toward the table, they would reflect the bluish color of the inlaid tile. Their unusualness added something to the intensity of his gaze, and Leah couldn’t decide whether she was unnerved or intrigued by them.

Leah jotted her observations down in a small notepad. There was so much that was odd about Kian - his antiquated dialect, his lack of rocky patches, his strange eyes, the unusual scar, not to mention the darkness he carried inside him. Individually these things didn’t mean much, but together, perhaps they added up to something. Though what that might be, Leah couldn’t exactly say.

Kian of course had noticed her looking, or rather, staring rudely at him, but it wasn’t until she started writing that he spoke up.

“Is that about me?” Kian asked as he inclined his head toward the notebook.

“Yeah,” Leah replied. “I’m just jotting down observations, writing down ideas on where to look to help you unravel this mystery. So… now that there are fewer distractions, are you up for answering some more questions?”

“Distractions…” Kian repeated hollowly. “You mean the ‘orc’ who threatened to set me on fire and feed me to that beast?” He sneered as he spoke of Leah’s friend Heroya. “Or perhaps you meant the shaman with the attention span of a saurid?”

Leah smirked. “I suppose working with those two is a bit like herding sabertusk cubs, yes. But that didn’t stop them from making quick work of you in that cave, did it?” 

If looks could kill, Leah would have most assuredly dropped dead in that moment. “They got lucky,” the Zandalari spat. 

“Maybe so. Sometimes that’s all it takes.” Leah shrugged. “Either way, you’re here now. Let’s focus, please.”

Kian stared daggers at Leah for a long while, and Leah stared right back, placid and unaffected. Finally, Kian conceded. “Alright, little trolless.”

“Good.” Leah nodded. “So exactly how far back can you remember?” “Perhaps a month? Two at the most.” The Zandalari shook his head. “I really could not say. It’s patchy. The times I do recall all seem to blend together, and there are parts missing.”

“That’s okay,” Leah remarked as she scratched more notes onto her pad. “And you don’t remember anything at all before that?”

Kian closed his eyes and seemed to really concentrate for a moment. He opened them and sighed. “No. Nothing.”

Leah continued nodding as she recorded his answers. “And you came from the north, you said. From the swamp?”

“I… I must have. Yes. I remember wading in water. Then there was an ascending path, and a rope bridge. I tried to cover as much ground as I could, I slept in caves, under rock outcroppings, in the hollows of trees…”

At this, Leah furiously scribbled the words “blood troll” and “captive” both followed by question marks. She looked up at Kian for a moment. “And did you encounter anyone as you traveled?”

The Zandalari again closed his eyes and tried to picture the journey in his mind. There were parts that were missing, parts where he only saw red. He worried about just what that meant. “N-no,” he stammered before opening his eyes and looking directly at Leah. This time he repeated himself more confidently. “No. There was no one. You and your friends were the first people I encountered.”

Leah squinted hard at the mon before taking down his answer. “Okay. So, what can you tell me about this scar?”

As Leah pointed her pen toward his abdomen, Kian lifted a hand to absentmindedly touch his scar and then flinched as if it hurt. “I don’t know, I don’t know,” he repeated with apparent distress. 

Leah reached out toward him and motioned for him to calm down. “Shh. Everything’s alright. You’re safe here,” the trolless soothed.

This lapse of memory seemed different than what he’d displayed so far; it seemed to Leah more like a trauma response. It was like Kian remembered that something bad had happened to him, but his mind had buried it deeply so as to keep him from ever having to relive it. This was unfortunately something Leah had seen before while serving the Horde’s army, particularly back during the Icecrown campaign. Watching the undead that used to be your comrades turn on you and try to tear you apart tended to have that effect on people. She’d known quite a few soldiers who came back home with more than their share of trauma after witnessing the horrors of the Scourge. Hell, she’d come close to being one herself.

Before Leah could get too lost in her own memories, the atmosphere of the room began to change. She could sense the same strange feeling from the caving rising again. Kian slammed his eyes shut and gritted his teeth. Aiden, Leah’s canine companion who had up until this point been curled up placidly in the corner, now stood and emitted a low growl, ready to attack on his master’s word. Leah watched intently and prepared to call on her own mojo to her just in case she had a fight on her hands. 

After a tense moment, the heavy feeling in the room dissipated, and Kian opened his eyes. Immediately, he dashed toward the front door, but unable to cross the threshold still, he doubled over and vomited onto the floor.

“Sorry… sorry,” he panted as he grimaced at the sour taste of black coffee and bile.

Leah sprang up from the table to grab a kitchen towel and jar of baking soda. After handing the towel to Kian, she shooed away Aiden, who had gotten up to sniff the pile of sick in that way dogs do. She then sprinkled the powder on the floor to soak up the mess and offered Kian a reassuring smile. “That’s alright. Nothing we can’t clean up. You sit back down, I’ll get you some water.” 

Kian pressed the towel to his mouth, wiped away the vomit, and did as he was bade. Leah brought him some water. After a few moments, she swept away the dried up vomit and the powder and rejoined her house guest at the table. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I wouldn’t have asked if I had known it’d be that upsetting.”

“How were you supposed to know?” Kian shrugged. “I didn’t even know. I cannot remember anything about it at all. You would think that would mean it wouldn’t bother me.” He looked down at the floor and heaved a sigh heavy with weariness and frustration.

“Should we take a break from this?” Leah asked.

“I am fine,” he answered a little too quickly.

 Leah arched an eyebrow doubtfully at the stranger, but proceeded all the same. “Alright. Tell me about this darkness inside you.”

“It is… difficult to describe. It’s always with me. I feel it lurking just below the surface. It’s like having a voice in my head, giving me ideas, urging me to do things. They sound like my own thoughts do, and I feel the desire to do what they tell me, but it feels foreign. It’s inside of me, but it is not me. I…” The mon sighed. “I do not know how to explain it any better than that.”

“I think I understand,” Leah replied. “What kind of thoughts do you have? What does it tell you to do?”

“Well,” the Zandalari replied, “right now, the voice is telling me if I were quick enough, I could snatch that pencil from your hand and jam it through your eyeball.”

Leah almost chuckled. “Really? Then why haven’t you tried to do it?”

“Because it’s not in control, I am. For now.”

“So, when I feel it,” Leah said while motioning to herself, “when the whole atmosphere around you changes, that’s the darkness trying to take control of you? It’s trying to push your consciousness to the back of your mind so it can make you do what it wants?” Kian nodded. “I believe so, yes.” “And do you have any idea what triggers it to try to take over?”

The Zandalari shrugged. “Sometimes if I feel angry or I’m threatened, it can manifest -”

“So like when we confronted you in the cave?” Leah interjected.

“Yes. But other times it seems completely random.”

“And you can’t control it at all?” Kian’s shoulders slumped. He looked defeated. “Most of the time, it is… just easier if I don’t try. I can resist on occasion, but it takes every ounce of concentration I have, and it seems to punish me for resisting. It can be incredibly painful. Or make me violently ill.” “Like just now when you puked on the floor?” Leah asked.

“Yes,” the mon replied, looking embarrassed. “And even when I give it everything I have, sometimes I still lose. Which is… frustrating.” 

Frustrating didn’t seem like the word he wanted to use, but it was the one he settled on nevertheless. Leah supposed she understood.

“I can imagine,” the huntress replied. “So you want help with this so you can stop killing?”

Kian shook his head. “No, you misunderstand me. The killing is not what bothers me. I like killing. I am good at it. I enjoy the smell of blood. I take pleasure in watching the light go out in someone’s eyes, and knowing that I caused it. Taking a life… it is… the closest mortals get to being gods,” he leered sinisterly. 

Leah squinted hard at the mon, unsure of what to make of that confession. “Not sure I agree with you there.”

“To each their own, I suppose,” Kian replied. “Tell me, little trolless, have you ever killed before?”

Something about the way Kian looked at her made Leah uncomfortable; she felt like he was trying to decide how best to cook and eat her. Perhaps he was.

“Yes,” Leah answered matter-of-factly. “But if you think I’m gonna share the lurid details so you can get your rocks off, forget it.”

Kian’s lip curled up in a smirk, but he continued to look at her with that cold, shark-like gaze. “You won’t even tell me which one was your favorite?”

“It’s gonna be you if you keep talking about this,” Leah snarked. 

Kian raised his eyebrows and his mouth split into a sinister grin. “I hope that’s a promise.”

This confused Leah. “You don’t value your own life?”

“In the end, we are all just meat for the feast, blood for the sacrifice,” he shrugged.

The huntress narrowed her eyes. “And what Loa do you worship who requires such a tribute?”

The mon opened his mouth to respond, but stopped. Another thing he couldn’t remember. Leah jotted this down; perhaps another sign he’d been forsaken by his Loa? Kian grew visibly distressed. A troll’s Loa was an important part of their existence, if he couldn’t remember his, then he was truly lost. Who would he call on for help now when he needed it most? 

“It’s okay. We can come back to that,” Leah assured him. “Don’t worry about it for now.”

The mon shifted uneasily in his seat, but otherwise said nothing. Leah eyed him warily, worried for a moment that he might have another episode, but to her relief, the darkness didn’t return. 

“I am fine,” Kian barked when his eyes met Leah’s. He seemed annoyed at her concern.

Leah shook her head. “So if the killing doesn’t bother you, then if you don’t mind me asking, why’d you agree to let me help you?”

Kian looked as if he were considering how to phrase his answer. “Listen, Leah… it is Leah, correct?” The huntress nodded slowly.

“Leah, I need you to understand something,” the mon continued. “I know what I sound like when I say I like killing, but think of me as a… tradesmon who is proud of his hard work.”

“Uh huh,” Leah said, unimpressed. She wasn’t exactly buying into the tradesmon analogy. “And what exactly is your trade? Hunter? Soldier? Mercenary? Assassin?”

He sighed wearily. “I am sure this doesn’t come as a shock, but I don’t recall. The point I’m trying to make is - I am not a mindless butcher. I am precise, I am methodical. If I had been in my right mind when I killed those dinosaurs on the game reserve, you would have never caught me. I am not that sloppy. However this… thing inside me, it turns me into a mindless butcher. When it takes me, I kill without direction or purpose. It steals my mind and forces my hand, and then robs me of my memory. It is that which I cannot abide. I want it gone. I want to be my own master.”

Leah noticed as the stranger talked that his voice was deep and lilting. It was pleasant to listen to, even in spite of the subject at hand. It also struck her as somewhat odd that even though he claimed to remember nothing from his past, he spoke with such conviction about his skills and love of killing. Whoever this mon was, whatever this affliction was that he suffered from, Leah found him interesting, if a bit dramatic.

“And what will you do, once you’re free to do as you please?” she asked.

This question gave the mon pause. “I could not say. Right now, I cannot even picture what life might be like without these thoughts, these urges. Seems foolish to make plans.”

“Fair enough, I suppose,” Leah conceded. There would be time to figure all this out later. For now she needed to focus on the matter at hand, which was figuring out what the hell his dark mojo was that Kian carried within him. 

Leah quietly continued to scribble for a moment. Possession? Mind-control? She scrawled these ideas hurriedly into her notes. Did he actually have a separate entity living inside him? How would she even go about testing that? Find and contact a demoniac, she wrote. 

As for mind-control, Leah wasn’t so sure about that. The two types of trollish mind control she was the most intimately acquainted with were Zalazane and Zanzil’s methods, and none of their victims were ever lucid enough to know they were being controlled. The fact that Kian was even a little aware of what was happening made his condition wholly unique so far as she knew. 

She followed up her thoughts with a note to consult the Chroniclers’ archives next time she was in the city. Dazar’alor boasted one of the most extensive libraries on Azeroth, containing information dating all the way back to the first written records of the trolls - literally thousands of years of accumulated knowledge. The Chroniclers’ collection of information on trollish rituals and magical practices was unmatched. If there was an answer to be found, surely Leah would find it there. At last, she now had a few ideas on where to start her research, so that was something. It was time to set the ground rules.

“Alright, Kian. I think I have everything I need for now, so let me tell you how I see this working. Ideally, I’d like you to have a modicum of freedom while you’re here. You’re going to be confined to this room for now, and you’ll only be allowed to leave if you’re under my direct supervision, but it’s not my intention to keep you chained up. I’m sure this goes without saying, but if you feel that mojo coming on, you’re going to have to try to fight it. I’ll help however I can, but we both know it’ll mostly be up to you. If things go well, I’ll give you more run of the house and maybe the yard, we’ll see. Once we figure this out, and I’m sure you won’t be a danger to anyone, you’ll be free to go your own way. How does that sound?” 

Leah extended her hand for Kian to shake. He studied her with an inscrutable expression, his eyes darting from her hand to her face. Finally, he accepted her hand. “It sounds reasonable.”

Leah smiled. “Alright. So are you hungry?”

“That is the second time you have asked me that question,” Kian remarked. “And yet you still haven’t answered,” Leah said teasingly. “Seriously, can I get you something to eat?”

“No,” Kian replied gruffly. “Are you sure?” Leah chirped. “I have a lovely brutosaur stew I could heat up for you.”

The Zandalari scowled up at Leah. She would help him, yes, but he was a prisoner, and this exchange between them should stay purely transactional. He didn’t want to be Leah’s friend, and he wasn’t about to be bought off with homemade stew. But… something warm to eat might be nice after living in the wild and eating whatever he could scarf down quickly. Grudgingly he nodded his acquiescence. Kian had to admit that the stew Leah dished up was a far cry better than what he had been eating the last couple of months. The meat and vegetables were tender and well-seasoned, the broth rich and filling. Much tastier than stringy, raw, cold ravasaur meat and foraged mushrooms that tasted like dirt. He finished his first bowl and mopped it clean with some bread Leah had set out for him. Then Leah offered him seconds and he eagerly accepted. She seemed happy to see him eat; Kian was a bit suspicious of this, but not enough to stop him from eating his fill. 

After the dishes were all cleared away and the leftover stew stored in the icebox, Leah slipped upstairs for a moment, leaving Kian once more under the watchful eye of her hunting companion Aiden. She returned momentarily with an armful of books. “Here, so you don’t get too bored down here,” she explained as she set the tomes down on the table. “And here’s a notepad and pen so you can doodle or keep a journal or whatever. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to remove all the pointy objects from the kitchen, and then get out of your hair so you can rest.”

Once Leah and Aiden had departed for the night, Kian took up his books and moved to the sleeping mat Leah had placed in the corner. It was no down mattress, but it was dry and reasonably comfortable. Compared to his previous accommodations in the cave, he may as well have been staying in Queen Talanji’s royal chambers.

Freshly showered and with a full belly, Kian felt more like a person than he had since he could remember. He propped himself up against the wall and picked up the book that was lying on the top of the pile. The title read boldly in all uppercase letters LEARN TO SPEAK ORCISH: How to Sound Like a Native Speaker in No Time at All! Kian scoffed. He wouldn’t be reading that one any time soon. The little bit of Orcish he’d heard the others speak tonight sounded coarse to his ears; Zandali with its smooth lyricalness was the obvious superior language in his mind. He looked at the book a little more closely before setting it aside. It was old and frequently used - the spine was cracked and worn and some of the pages were dog-eared. Kian wondered for a moment if Leah had used this same book when she had learned the language; she was clearly fluent in it. Meanwhile he didn’t even know what an orc was, nor could he remember seeing one previous to meeting Leah’s fiery friend. Had Leah not told him different, he would have guessed the tall, muscular orc woman to be an Amani troll, albeit with a birth defect that gave her too many fingers and toes.

Kian flipped open the front cover of the Orcish language primer. On the inside, in handwritten Zandali print read, “Leah Sid’he Darkspear, Year 21.” What year is it now? Kian thought. He scowled in frustration when he realized he didn’t know. So many things he should know, so many things he couldn’t remember. Maybe in time it would come to him. For now, he needed a distraction. He picked up the next book - A Comprehensive History of the Troll Empires, by Chronicler Tokini. Nope. Too heavy and too serious for the moment. 

The third book in the stack was a paperback that featured an illustration of a bland looking shirtless mon flanked by two busty elven women. The title, written in flowing script across the cover read Hot and Misty. Kian shrugged, cracked open the book and began to read. He’d only been reading for approximately a half an hour when he snapped the book shut and proclaimed to no one in particular, “This is rubbish!” The protagonist, Marcus, had to be without a doubt the most milquetoast character ever. And why were these women fawning all over him? Did Leah actually like this stuff? Kian would most certainly question her about this later. She seemed too smart to like such tripe.

There was only one book left. Kian was pleasantly surprised to find it was a compilation of Zandali poetry. He flipped it open to a random poem and began to read. And then he read another, and another. Each rhyme, each stanza felt like it awakened something deep in him, though he couldn’t say just what. He read until the wee hours, until he could no longer hold his eyes open, then drifted off into the first comfortable sleep he’d had in what felt like ages.

[zharrdor-kron-archive]

Of Fetters, Flesh, and Fury: The Trollish Craft

An extract on "The Races of Azeroth" from Loremaster Zhardor Kron.

“To know a troll is to see the dance between life and the blade, blood and spirit, curse and kin.”

Following our recent dissections, figurative and literal, of the voodoo doll and its applications, I deemed it apt to speak on the practitioners most infamous for such dark arts: the trolls.

Too many conjurers speak of trolls as brutes with bones in their noses and spears in their hands. This is half-truth. The full horror lies not in their muscles, but in their mojo.

I. The Soul’s Fetters: Mojo and the Trollish Will

The heart of trollish magic is mojo, a volatile cocktail of soul-ichor, ancestral power, and emotional resonance. It is not “mana,” nor simple spirit energy. Mojo is raw life-force given flavor by memory and pain. Trolls craft it, collect it, and curse it.

When a voodoo doll is made in trollish ritual, it is not mere mimicry. A fragment of the self, clipped hair, spilled blood, a torn scrap of a trinket filled with emotion, is braided into the doll with threads of mojo. Thus, to pierce the doll is to sing a curse directly into the soul’s flesh.

II. Cruelty as Culture: Pain, Spirit, and Trial in Troll Tradition

Troll voodoo is often raw and direct. Pain, both inflicted and endured, is deeply woven into the spiritual framework of many troll tribes.

Across various troll cultures, particularly among the Gurubashi, Zandalari, and Amani, ritual suffering and sacrifices are common elements of communion with the Loa. Initiations, offerings, and displays of strength often involve bloodletting, physical endurance, or spiritual torment. These acts are not viewed as cruelty for its own sake, but as rites of devotion and demonstrations of spiritual worthiness.

Troll shadow hunters, hexxers, and witch doctors frequently act as intermediaries between the living and the Loa, and their magic is known to involve spiritual manipulation, hexes, and even soulbinding. Notably, in Zul’Gurub and Zul’Aman, such magic has been used to channel power from unwilling spirits, or to turn the essence of others into weapons or fetishes.

This worldview does not distinguish sharply between pain and wisdom. To suffer, in troll mysticism, is often to learn, to confront the self, the spirit, and the will of the Loa.

III. Enemies of Flesh, Friends of Spirit

Among trolls, to slay the body is one thing, but to enslave the soul, that is art. Voodoo dolls are used to bind prey, torment captives, even turn friend against friend. Some rare Loa grant the ability to transfer pain, or even thought, between a doll and its victim.

I have it on good record (thanks to a very cooperative, if briefly living, Gurubashi shade given by Madame Lazul) that some Zul’Gurub priests wove sleeper dolls, effigies that caused the target to sleepwalk, whisper secrets, or strangle their allies in their rest.

IV. Final Threads

The voodoo doll is a crude ambassador for a refined madness. Troll magic is no accident. It is cultivated, generational, and ruthlessly refined.

So when next you meet a troll witch doctor, remember this: you are not looking at a savage. You are looking at an heir of suffering, a surgeon of souls, and a patient crafter of torment.

Do not let their smiles fool you. —Zharrdor Kron, Loremaster of the League of E.V.I.L.

[licncourt]

Any modern AU wedding HCs? 👀

Aww, yes! I should have done this before tbh

They have their wedding in a beautiful historic French Quarter building. During the planning, Louis gets kind of down about not being able to have a proper Catholic wedding in a church, but his sister and Lestat do everything they can to make the venue look traditional. They also find a priest from the American National Catholic Church to officiate with similar rites, which isn't quite the same, but the gesture is very much appreciated and Louis isn't even weird about it.

Rather than a big wedding party, Louis has his sister with him at the altar and Lestat has Gabrielle. They have shared custody of Daniel the ring-bearer. Lestat REALLY wanted Mojo in the wedding, but he was kind of alone in that. He came to the reception for a while though.

Lestat loved to make big extravagant wedding plans when he was younger without thinking he'd ever get married and Louis never planned anything but always assumed he would (to a woman), so it's an unexpectedly emotional process.

There was some arguing about who was The Bride, but in the end they both have cream tuxedos for the ceremony and it's very elegant but still a tiny bit non-traditional. Lestat has three outfits for the reception though and only two are tasteful.

Everyone is worried about Lestat getting out of control with the open bar, but it's Louis who ends up getting excited and drinking too much. He holds it together for the guests but by 10pm he's fighting for his life.

Lestat is bridezilla, but Louis ends up more invested than he's willing to admit. He totally doesn't even want a big wedding but he's keeping an eye on those gardenias. And perhaps the catering. For quality control obviously.

No consensus was reached on the cake so it's half chocolate and strawberry-champagne, split vertically down the middle even though it's a tiered cake. It's easier to pay the baker a premium than to bitch it out.

The best wedding photos are the candids because anytime Louis sees a camera he freezes and stares really stiffly and awkwardly into the lens. He has to be secretly captured in footage like a nesting pelican on a wildlife camera.

Lestat gets to sing ONE song at the reception with his band but he gives it his all, that's for sure. His shirt is not all the way on by the end. Louis finds it charming but he is also very drunk by that point so he's just having a good time.

Their honeymoon is two weeks in Italy, which is a compromise because Louis wanted one week (workaholic home enjoyer) and Lestat wanted a month (obviously). They rent a fancy villa in the Tuscan countryside that's a short drive to Florence. They spend 50% of the trip consummating the marriage, 45% on all normal honeymoon activities, and Lestat spends the last 5% facetiming everyone he knows without any regard for the time difference.

[threadsnherbs]

Welcome back to Threads N Herbs day 6! Today we are going to talk about Angelica Root!

"carry it with you to ward off illness and encourage health. Use in a bath for breaking hexes/curses. Use as an incense for banishing evil spirits. Sprinkle around the home for protection against any unwanted energy or magick being sent your way."

(Ritual Herbs - Angelica Root - Rite of Ritual)

It is part of the Parsley family, known as a powerful guardian. It is commonly used to banish negativity and attract positive energy. It is associated with the Archangel Michael. "Legend has it that the angel appeared in a dream to a monk, showing him the herb that could cure the plague in Europe. Traditionally, Angelica blooms on the feast of the Apparition of the Archangel Michael, May 8. Angelica is also known as Holy Ghost Root, Archangel Root or Dong Quai." "Use care when wildcrafting, as it resembles both Queen Anne’s Lace (a benign wild carrot) and Water Hemlock (a poisonous plant)." "Angelica corresponds to the Sun and the element of Fire." "

Carry a piece of Angelica root to bring strength and ward off hexes. Put the root in a white mojo bag for protection, or a yellow one for courage.

Angelica is an ingredient in a Hoodoo working known as the Fiery Wall of Protection.

Add the dried root to incenses, floor washes, and baths to break jinxes and purify the home.

Use Angelica to consecrate amulets of Archangel Michael and all Solar charms."

(Magickal properties of Angelica – Grove and Grotto)

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[hadit93]

Have you read about the curse of Timur/Tamerlane? It is said that his tomb was sealed with warnings which read “When I rise from the dead, the world shall tremble,” and “Whoever opens my tomb will unleash an invader more terrible than I.”

If true, it single-handedly changed the course of WW II at Stalingrad.

How can a curse from so long ago can be so powerful and devastating? If he was a sorcerer, what might have been his source of power?

I had not heard about it. But I googled it, it would seem the claims and dates are a little sketchy.

This being said, who knows!

Curses don't necessarily degenerate. Magic doesn't just dissipate either, at least not all the time.

It is a hard thing to discuss because there is no hard and fast rule. For example traditional talismans created during astrological events become a vessel of that event. So long as the physical talisman remains intact, so does the magic. It may slumber for a while, but it can be reawakened. The charge is still there. Sometimes it is very active other times it needs jumpstarting like a car that has been sat on a drive for a while.

Anything with herbs such as mojo bags or spell bags etc. seem to dwindle over time and do require regular charging or 'feeding'. But even they can be reawakened- especially when they are tied to a power source that is constant via a link.

I have talismans that retain their charge indefinitely but once activated will need a charge.

I think sigils of spirits that are used within evocation rites remain active also.

The source of his power, his Self, his Spirits, and his deeds.

In this case the curse may have laid dormant until activated. The charge is there waiting and only dissipated upon its activation. If the action to activate the spell has not happened the energy has not been expended yet. It is like dynamite waiting for a match.

[brookstonalmanac]

Holidays 6.11

Holidays

American Evacuation Day (Libya)

Cousteau Day

Davis Day (Cape Breton, Nova Scotia, Canada)

Diceaplaooza Day

Dirty Book Day

Escape from Alcatraz Day

Evacuation Day (Libya)

Fandens Fodselsdag (Devil’s Birthday; Denmark)

First Women Generals Day

Folding Chair Day

International Balloon Artist Day

International Day of Play

International Day of Solidarity with Long Term Anarchist Prisoners

International KBG Syndrome Awareness Day

Jurassic Park Day

Just One Day

Kamehameha Day (a.k.a. King Kamehameha Day; Hawaii) [Unless a Weekend, then Friday before]

Kodak Black Day

Mojo Nixon Day (Ohio)

Multiple Sclerosis Day (Russia)

National Hot Rod Day

National Hug Holiday

National Impressionists Day

National Making Life Beautiful Day

Navy Day (Brazil)

Peace of Chaco Day (Bolivia, Paraguay)

Polyamory Pride Day

Queen Fabiola Day (Belgium)

RRP (Recurrent Respiratory Papillomatosis) Awareness Day

Say Hi Day

611 Day

Student Day (Honduras)

Umbrella Day (Japan)

William Davis Miners' Memorial Day (Nova Scotia, Canada)

Women Generals Day

World Agriculture Day

World Prostate Cancer Day

Yarn Bombing Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

Corn on the Cob Day

Cotton Candy Day

German Chocolate Cake Day

Pizza Margherita Day

Royal Hot Dog Day

Nature Celebrations

Fritillaria Thunbergii Day (Nobility; Korean Birth Flowers)

Honeysuckle Day (French Republic)

International Lynx Day

National Feed the Ducks Day

World Jaguar Day [also 4.10]

Independence, Flag & Related Days

Kentucky (State Constitution ratified; 1850)

Mad Parliament Assembly Day (UK; 1258)

Rizal Province Day (Philippines)

Togoland (Annexed by UK: 1895)

2nd Wednesday in June

Hump Day [Every Wednesday]

National Time Out Day [2nd Wednesday]

Wacky Wednesday [Every Wednesday]

Watermelon Wednesday [2nd Wednesday of Each Month]

Website Wednesday [Every Wednesday]

Workout Wednesday [2nd Wednesday of Each Month]

World Franchise Day [2nd Wednesday]

Worshipful Company of Vintners of the City of London Annual Procession [2nd Wednesday]

Weekly Holidays beginning June 11 (2nd Full Week of June)

California State Parks Week (thru 6.15)

Festivals On or Beginning June 11, 2025

Emmett Cherry Festival (Emmett, Idaho) [thru 6.14]

Mattituck Strawberry Festival (Mattituck, New York) [thru 6.15]

NCAA Division I Outdoor Track & Field Championships (Eugene, Oregon) [thru 6.14]

New Orleans Wine & Food Experience (New Orleans, Louisiana) [thru 6.15]

North by Northeast [NXNE] (Toronto, Canada) [thru 6.15]

San Diego County Fair (Del Mar, California) [thru 7.6]

W. C. Handy Blues & Barbecue Festival (Henderson, Kentucky) [thru 6.14]

Feast Days

Arrephoria (Ancient Greece)

Barnabas the Apostle (Christian; Saint) [Harvests]

Bartholomew the Apostle (Eastern Christianity)

Buddha Day (Mongolia)

Day of the One Hit Wonders (Church of the SubGenius)

Felix and Fortunatus (Christian; Martyrs)

Festival of Goibnui (Provider of the Ale of Immortality; Celtic)

Festival of Mater Matuta (Goddess of the Dawn; Ancient Rome)

Fish Day (Pastafarian)

Fortuna Virgo (Ancient Rome)

St. Francis Xavier (Positivist; Saint)

Gimley’s Boss (Muppetism)

Holiday of the Happy Gnomes (Pagan)

Ignatius Maloyan, Blessed (Armenian Catholic Church)

Loki’s Day (Pagan)

Make a Wand Day (Starza Pagan Book of Days)

Matralia (Old Roman festival to goddess Mater Matuta)

Parisio (Christian; Saint)

Paula Frassinetti (Christian; Saint)

Riagail of Bangor (Christian; Saint)

Rites of Matralia (Honoring Mater Matua, Goddess of Dawn & Childbirth; Ancient Rome)

Solemnity of the Body and Blood of Christ (Christian) [Sunday after Trinity Sunday]

Tochumra of Ireland (Christian; Saint)

Full Moon [6th of the Year] (a.k.a. ... 

Blooming Moon (Traditional)

Cold Moon (South Africa)

Dyad Moon (England, Wicca)

Festival of Goodwill, Festival of Christ & Humanity [Full Moon between 5.20-6.20] 

Green Corn Moon (Cherokee)

Hatching Moon (Traditional)

Honey Moon (Traditional)

Horse Moon (Celtic)

Hot Moon (Alternate)

Johan Jongkind (Artology)

Lotus Moon (China)

Mead Moon (Traditional)

Planting Moon (Neo-Pagan)

Poson Full Moon Poya Day (Sri Lanka)

Rose Moon (Alternate, Colonial, North America)

Ryan Moran Day [1st FM in June]

Southern Hemisphere: Cold, Long Night’s, Oak

Strawberry Moon (Amer. Indian, Traditional)

Windy Moon (Choctaw)

World Invocation Day (a.k.a. Gemini Full Moon Festival)

Lunar Calendar Holidays

Chinese: Month 5 (Ren-Wu), Day 16 (Xin-Hai)

Day Pillar: Metal Pig

12-Day Officers/12 Gods: Initiate Day (执 Zhi) [Auspicious]

Holidays: None Known

Secular Saints Days

William Baziotes (Art)

Antonio Cifrondi (Art)

John Constable (Art)

Jacques Cousteau (Science)

Peter Dinklage (Entertainment)

Joachim Martin Falbe (Art)

Eric Fraser (Art)

Ben Jonson (Literature)

Yasunari Kawabata (Literature)

Hugh Laurie (Entertainment)

Vince Lombardi (Sports)

Shelly Manne (Music)

Richard Strauss (Music)

William Styron (Literature)

Donnie Van Zandt (Music)

Gene Wilder (Entertainment)

Spiros Xenos (Art)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Fortunate Day (Pagan) [22 of 53]

Tomobiki (友引 Japan) [Good luck all day, except at noon.]

Premieres

American Idol (Reality TV Show; 2002)

Austin Powers: The Spy Who Shagged Me (Film; 1999)

Belles on Their Toes, by Frank B. Gilbreth Jr. (Novel; 1950) [Cheaper by the Dozen #2]

The Biography of Madame Fashion (Paramount-Bray Pictographs Cartoon; 1919)

The Caine Mutiny, by Herman Wouk (Novel; 1952)

Callahan's Crosstime, by Saloon Spider Robinson (Novel; 1977)

Candy Cabaret (Noveltoons Cartoon; 1954)

Cold Tea (Mutt & Jeff Cartoon; 1921)

Doc Yak's Wishes (Old Doc Yak Cartoon; 1914)

E.T. the Extraterrestrial (Film; 1982)

Evolution of the Dachshund (Paramount-Bray Pictographs Cartoon; 1917)

Ferris Bueller’s Day Off (Film; 1986)

Garfield (Film; 2004)

Get a Horse! (Disney Mickey Mouse & Oswald the Lucky Rabbit Cartoon; 2013)

The Glue Factory (Mutt & Jeff Cartoon; 1921)

The Hood Maker, by Philip K. Dick (Short Story; 1955)

The House of Tomorrow (Tex Avery MGM Cartoon; 1949)

In the Heights (Film; 2021)

It's Got Me Again! (WB MM Cartoon; 1932)

Jumpin’ Jive, by Joe Jackson (Album; 1981)

Jurassic Park (Film; 1993)

Kansas City Stomp, recorded by Jelly Roll Morton (Song; 1928)

Karate Kid (Film; 2010)

Katnip Kollege (WB MM Cartoon; 1938)

King Zilch (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1933)

Kontakte (Contacts), by Karlheinz Stockhausen (Electronic Music Piece; 1960)

Libuše, by Bedřich Smetana (Opera; 1881)

Lil' Red Riding Hood, by Sam the Sham and The Pharaohs (Song; 1966)

Moonlight for Two (WB MM Cartoon; 1932)

Mouse Mazurka (WB MM Cartoon; 1949)

Napoleon Dynamite (Film; 2004)

Nashville (Film; 1975)

The Negotiator, by Frederick Forsyth (Novel; 1989)

Nova, by Samuel R. Delany (Novel; 1968)

Pandora’s Box (Super Mouse Terrytoons Cartoon; 1943)

Papa Don’t Preach, by Madonna (Song; 1986)

A Passion For Excellence, by Tom Peters and Nancy Austin (Book; 1985)

Play Ball (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1937)

Play That Funky Music, by Wild Cherry (Song; 1976)

Poor Papa (Disney Oswald the Lucky Rabbit Cartoon; 1928)

The Presentation of Self in Everyday Life, by Erving Goffman (Science Book; 1956)

Primary Colors, by Anonymous (Novel; 1996)

Rabbit Rampage (WB LT Cartoon; 1955)

Sales Pitch, by Philip K. Dick (Short Story; 1954)

The Secret of the Unicorn, by Hergé (Graphic Novel; 1943) [Tintin #11]

A Single Man, by Christopher Isherwood (Novel; 1963)

Sky Scrappers (Oswald the Lucky Rabbit Cartoon; 1928)

The Stork Takes a Holiday (Color Rhapsody Cartoon; 1937)

Sweet Pea, by Tommy Roe (Song; 1966)

Teddy Bear, by Elvis Presley (Song; 1957)

Telephone Line, by Electirc Light Orchestra (Song; 1977)

Travelling Forts (Paramount-Bray Pictographs Cartoon; 1917)

True Grit (Film; 1969)

Winter’s Bone (Film; 2010)

Today’s Name Days

Alice, Barnabas, Paula (Austria)

Barnaba, Bogumil, Borna, Roza (Croatia)

Bruno (Czech Republic)

Barnabas (Denmark)

Imbi, Imme (Estonia)

Immi, Impi (Finland)

Barnabé (France)

Alice, Barnabas, Paula, Udo (Germany)

Varnavas, Vartholomaios (Greece)

Barnabás (Hungary)

Barnaba (Italy)

Ingus, Mairis, Sigrida, Svens, Vidvuds (Latvia)

Aluona, Barnarbas, Flora, Tvirmantas (Lithuania)

Bjørg, Bjørge, Borgar (Norway)

Anastazy, Barnaba, Feliks, Radomił, Teodozja (Poland)

Luca, Pavel, Petru, Vartolomeu (România)

Dobroslava (Slovakia)

Bernabé (Spain)

Berthold, Bertil (Sweden)

Bartholomew (Ukraine)

Barnabas, Barnaby, Barnett, Barney, Barret (USA)

Today’s National Name Days

National Jacques Day

National Olivia Day

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 162 of 2025; 203 days remaining in the year

ISO Week: Day 3 of Week 24 of 2025

Celtic Tree Calendar: Duir (Oak) [Day 2 of 28]

Chinese: Month 5 (Ren-Wu), Day 16 (Xin-Hai)

Chinese Year of the: Snake 4723 (until February 17, 2026) [Ding-Chou]

Coptic: 4 Baunah 1741

Druid Tree Calendar: Ironwood (June 4-13) [Day 8 of 10]

Hebrew: 15 Sivan 5785

Islamic: 14 Dhu al-Hijjah 1446

Julian: 29 May 2025

Meteorological Summer [Day 10]

Moon: 100%: Full Moon

Positivist: 22 Saint Paul (6th Month) [St. Francis Xavier]

Runic Half Month: Odal (Home, Possession) [Day 14 of 15] (thru 6.15)

Season: Spring (Day 83 of 92)

SUn Calendar: 12 Blue; Fryday [12 of 30]

Week: 2nd Full Week of June

Zodiac:

Tropical (Typical) Zodiac: Gemini (Day 22 of 31)

Sidereal Zodiac: Taurus (Day 28 of 32)

Schmidt Zodiac: Cetus (Day 5 of 26)

IAU Boundaries (Current) Zodiac: Aries (Day 29 of 39)

IAU Boundaries (1977) Zodiac: Aries (Day 29 of 37)

[brookston]

Holidays 6.11

Holidays

American Evacuation Day (Libya)

Cousteau Day

Davis Day (Cape Breton, Nova Scotia, Canada)

Diceaplaooza Day

Dirty Book Day

Escape from Alcatraz Day

Evacuation Day (Libya)

Fandens Fodselsdag (Devil’s Birthday; Denmark)

First Women Generals Day

Folding Chair Day

International Balloon Artist Day

International Day of Play

International Day of Solidarity with Long Term Anarchist Prisoners

International KBG Syndrome Awareness Day

Jurassic Park Day

Just One Day

Kamehameha Day (a.k.a. King Kamehameha Day; Hawaii) [Unless a Weekend, then Friday before]

Kodak Black Day

Mojo Nixon Day (Ohio)

Multiple Sclerosis Day (Russia)

National Hot Rod Day

National Hug Holiday

National Impressionists Day

National Making Life Beautiful Day

Navy Day (Brazil)

Peace of Chaco Day (Bolivia, Paraguay)

Polyamory Pride Day

Queen Fabiola Day (Belgium)

RRP (Recurrent Respiratory Papillomatosis) Awareness Day

Say Hi Day

611 Day

Student Day (Honduras)

Umbrella Day (Japan)

William Davis Miners' Memorial Day (Nova Scotia, Canada)

Women Generals Day

World Agriculture Day

World Prostate Cancer Day

Yarn Bombing Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

Corn on the Cob Day

Cotton Candy Day

German Chocolate Cake Day

Pizza Margherita Day

Royal Hot Dog Day

Nature Celebrations

Fritillaria Thunbergii Day (Nobility; Korean Birth Flowers)

Honeysuckle Day (French Republic)

International Lynx Day

National Feed the Ducks Day

World Jaguar Day [also 4.10]

Independence, Flag & Related Days

Kentucky (State Constitution ratified; 1850)

Mad Parliament Assembly Day (UK; 1258)

Rizal Province Day (Philippines)

Togoland (Annexed by UK: 1895)

2nd Wednesday in June

Hump Day [Every Wednesday]

National Time Out Day [2nd Wednesday]

Wacky Wednesday [Every Wednesday]

Watermelon Wednesday [2nd Wednesday of Each Month]

Website Wednesday [Every Wednesday]

Workout Wednesday [2nd Wednesday of Each Month]

World Franchise Day [2nd Wednesday]

Worshipful Company of Vintners of the City of London Annual Procession [2nd Wednesday]

Weekly Holidays beginning June 11 (2nd Full Week of June)

California State Parks Week (thru 6.15)

Festivals On or Beginning June 11, 2025

Emmett Cherry Festival (Emmett, Idaho) [thru 6.14]

Mattituck Strawberry Festival (Mattituck, New York) [thru 6.15]

NCAA Division I Outdoor Track & Field Championships (Eugene, Oregon) [thru 6.14]

New Orleans Wine & Food Experience (New Orleans, Louisiana) [thru 6.15]

North by Northeast [NXNE] (Toronto, Canada) [thru 6.15]

San Diego County Fair (Del Mar, California) [thru 7.6]

W. C. Handy Blues & Barbecue Festival (Henderson, Kentucky) [thru 6.14]

Feast Days

Arrephoria (Ancient Greece)

Barnabas the Apostle (Christian; Saint) [Harvests]

Bartholomew the Apostle (Eastern Christianity)

Buddha Day (Mongolia)

Day of the One Hit Wonders (Church of the SubGenius)

Felix and Fortunatus (Christian; Martyrs)

Festival of Goibnui (Provider of the Ale of Immortality; Celtic)

Festival of Mater Matuta (Goddess of the Dawn; Ancient Rome)

Fish Day (Pastafarian)

Fortuna Virgo (Ancient Rome)

St. Francis Xavier (Positivist; Saint)

Gimley’s Boss (Muppetism)

Holiday of the Happy Gnomes (Pagan)

Ignatius Maloyan, Blessed (Armenian Catholic Church)

Loki’s Day (Pagan)

Make a Wand Day (Starza Pagan Book of Days)

Matralia (Old Roman festival to goddess Mater Matuta)

Parisio (Christian; Saint)

Paula Frassinetti (Christian; Saint)

Riagail of Bangor (Christian; Saint)

Rites of Matralia (Honoring Mater Matua, Goddess of Dawn & Childbirth; Ancient Rome)

Solemnity of the Body and Blood of Christ (Christian) [Sunday after Trinity Sunday]

Tochumra of Ireland (Christian; Saint)

Full Moon [6th of the Year] (a.k.a. ... 

Blooming Moon (Traditional)

Cold Moon (South Africa)

Dyad Moon (England, Wicca)

Festival of Goodwill, Festival of Christ & Humanity [Full Moon between 5.20-6.20] 

Green Corn Moon (Cherokee)

Hatching Moon (Traditional)

Honey Moon (Traditional)

Horse Moon (Celtic)

Hot Moon (Alternate)

Johan Jongkind (Artology)

Lotus Moon (China)

Mead Moon (Traditional)

Planting Moon (Neo-Pagan)

Poson Full Moon Poya Day (Sri Lanka)

Rose Moon (Alternate, Colonial, North America)

Ryan Moran Day [1st FM in June]

Southern Hemisphere: Cold, Long Night’s, Oak

Strawberry Moon (Amer. Indian, Traditional)

Windy Moon (Choctaw)

World Invocation Day (a.k.a. Gemini Full Moon Festival)

Lunar Calendar Holidays

Chinese: Month 5 (Ren-Wu), Day 16 (Xin-Hai)

Day Pillar: Metal Pig

12-Day Officers/12 Gods: Initiate Day (执 Zhi) [Auspicious]

Holidays: None Known

Secular Saints Days

William Baziotes (Art)

Antonio Cifrondi (Art)

John Constable (Art)

Jacques Cousteau (Science)

Peter Dinklage (Entertainment)

Joachim Martin Falbe (Art)

Eric Fraser (Art)

Ben Jonson (Literature)

Yasunari Kawabata (Literature)

Hugh Laurie (Entertainment)

Vince Lombardi (Sports)

Shelly Manne (Music)

Richard Strauss (Music)

William Styron (Literature)

Donnie Van Zandt (Music)

Gene Wilder (Entertainment)

Spiros Xenos (Art)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Fortunate Day (Pagan) [22 of 53]

Tomobiki (友引 Japan) [Good luck all day, except at noon.]

Premieres

American Idol (Reality TV Show; 2002)

Austin Powers: The Spy Who Shagged Me (Film; 1999)

Belles on Their Toes, by Frank B. Gilbreth Jr. (Novel; 1950) [Cheaper by the Dozen #2]

The Biography of Madame Fashion (Paramount-Bray Pictographs Cartoon; 1919)

The Caine Mutiny, by Herman Wouk (Novel; 1952)

Callahan's Crosstime, by Saloon Spider Robinson (Novel; 1977)

Candy Cabaret (Noveltoons Cartoon; 1954)

Cold Tea (Mutt & Jeff Cartoon; 1921)

Doc Yak's Wishes (Old Doc Yak Cartoon; 1914)

E.T. the Extraterrestrial (Film; 1982)

Evolution of the Dachshund (Paramount-Bray Pictographs Cartoon; 1917)

Ferris Bueller’s Day Off (Film; 1986)

Garfield (Film; 2004)

Get a Horse! (Disney Mickey Mouse & Oswald the Lucky Rabbit Cartoon; 2013)

The Glue Factory (Mutt & Jeff Cartoon; 1921)

The Hood Maker, by Philip K. Dick (Short Story; 1955)

The House of Tomorrow (Tex Avery MGM Cartoon; 1949)

In the Heights (Film; 2021)

It's Got Me Again! (WB MM Cartoon; 1932)

Jumpin’ Jive, by Joe Jackson (Album; 1981)

Jurassic Park (Film; 1993)

Kansas City Stomp, recorded by Jelly Roll Morton (Song; 1928)

Karate Kid (Film; 2010)

Katnip Kollege (WB MM Cartoon; 1938)

King Zilch (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1933)

Kontakte (Contacts), by Karlheinz Stockhausen (Electronic Music Piece; 1960)

Libuše, by Bedřich Smetana (Opera; 1881)

Lil' Red Riding Hood, by Sam the Sham and The Pharaohs (Song; 1966)

Moonlight for Two (WB MM Cartoon; 1932)

Mouse Mazurka (WB MM Cartoon; 1949)

Napoleon Dynamite (Film; 2004)

Nashville (Film; 1975)

The Negotiator, by Frederick Forsyth (Novel; 1989)

Nova, by Samuel R. Delany (Novel; 1968)

Pandora’s Box (Super Mouse Terrytoons Cartoon; 1943)

Papa Don’t Preach, by Madonna (Song; 1986)

A Passion For Excellence, by Tom Peters and Nancy Austin (Book; 1985)

Play Ball (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1937)

Play That Funky Music, by Wild Cherry (Song; 1976)

Poor Papa (Disney Oswald the Lucky Rabbit Cartoon; 1928)

The Presentation of Self in Everyday Life, by Erving Goffman (Science Book; 1956)

Primary Colors, by Anonymous (Novel; 1996)

Rabbit Rampage (WB LT Cartoon; 1955)

Sales Pitch, by Philip K. Dick (Short Story; 1954)

The Secret of the Unicorn, by Hergé (Graphic Novel; 1943) [Tintin #11]

A Single Man, by Christopher Isherwood (Novel; 1963)

Sky Scrappers (Oswald the Lucky Rabbit Cartoon; 1928)

The Stork Takes a Holiday (Color Rhapsody Cartoon; 1937)

Sweet Pea, by Tommy Roe (Song; 1966)

Teddy Bear, by Elvis Presley (Song; 1957)

Telephone Line, by Electirc Light Orchestra (Song; 1977)

Travelling Forts (Paramount-Bray Pictographs Cartoon; 1917)

True Grit (Film; 1969)

Winter’s Bone (Film; 2010)

Today’s Name Days

Alice, Barnabas, Paula (Austria)

Barnaba, Bogumil, Borna, Roza (Croatia)

Bruno (Czech Republic)

Barnabas (Denmark)

Imbi, Imme (Estonia)

Immi, Impi (Finland)

Barnabé (France)

Alice, Barnabas, Paula, Udo (Germany)

Varnavas, Vartholomaios (Greece)

Barnabás (Hungary)

Barnaba (Italy)

Ingus, Mairis, Sigrida, Svens, Vidvuds (Latvia)

Aluona, Barnarbas, Flora, Tvirmantas (Lithuania)

Bjørg, Bjørge, Borgar (Norway)

Anastazy, Barnaba, Feliks, Radomił, Teodozja (Poland)

Luca, Pavel, Petru, Vartolomeu (România)

Dobroslava (Slovakia)

Bernabé (Spain)

Berthold, Bertil (Sweden)

Bartholomew (Ukraine)

Barnabas, Barnaby, Barnett, Barney, Barret (USA)

Today’s National Name Days

National Jacques Day

National Olivia Day

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 162 of 2025; 203 days remaining in the year

ISO Week: Day 3 of Week 24 of 2025

Celtic Tree Calendar: Duir (Oak) [Day 2 of 28]

Chinese: Month 5 (Ren-Wu), Day 16 (Xin-Hai)

Chinese Year of the: Snake 4723 (until February 17, 2026) [Ding-Chou]

Coptic: 4 Baunah 1741

Druid Tree Calendar: Ironwood (June 4-13) [Day 8 of 10]

Hebrew: 15 Sivan 5785

Islamic: 14 Dhu al-Hijjah 1446

Julian: 29 May 2025

Meteorological Summer [Day 10]

Moon: 100%: Full Moon

Positivist: 22 Saint Paul (6th Month) [St. Francis Xavier]

Runic Half Month: Odal (Home, Possession) [Day 14 of 15] (thru 6.15)

Season: Spring (Day 83 of 92)

SUn Calendar: 12 Blue; Fryday [12 of 30]

Week: 2nd Full Week of June

Zodiac:

Tropical (Typical) Zodiac: Gemini (Day 22 of 31)

Sidereal Zodiac: Taurus (Day 28 of 32)

Schmidt Zodiac: Cetus (Day 5 of 26)

IAU Boundaries (Current) Zodiac: Aries (Day 29 of 39)

IAU Boundaries (1977) Zodiac: Aries (Day 29 of 37)

[cityofmeliora]

Hello! Ghost lore question: How old are the papas? Copia's birth year can be placed because of the date in the Kiss The Go-Goat chapter but what about the others? Any thoughts about the brothers' age differences?

made a post about this a while ago, but i'm happy to share again!

Papa Nihil - in Rite Here Rite Now, he tells Cardi “I am almost 80 years old and I’m dead.” it's not clear if he means that he would almost be 80 years old if he were still alive, or if he means that he was almost 80 years old at the time he died, but it kind of gives us a range to work with. he'd have been born in the 1940s.

in my personal headcanon, i place Nihil at the very oldest end of that range, being born in 1940. this is assuming he was talking about his age at death, and assuming he was 79 years old when he died on March 3rd, 2020.

Cardi - we know from Kiss The Go-Goat and RHRN that Sister got pregnant in the later half of 1969, so Cardi and his twin were born in early 1970.

i think Nihil was 29 years old at the time.

Terzo and Secondo - it was stated in several Meliora Era interviews, The Summoning, and Metal Myths that Terzo is only 3 months younger than Secondo. so they’re basically the same age. an interview from 2013 said Secondo was around 50 years old in 2013, and this seems reasonable. so he and Terzo would’ve been born around 1963, give or take a few years.

in my personal headcanon, Secondo and Terzo are about 6 years older than Cardi. i place Secondo being born in November 1963 and Terzo being born in February 1964, when Nihil was 23 years old.

CAN YOU EXPLAIN THE TRANSFORMATION FROM PAPA EMERITUS, WHO IS CREDITED ON OPUS, TO PAPA II? NAMELESS GHOUL: Papa I had sat his years and it was time for the succession. The major difference between the two dudes is probably the age: Papa I was in his 80s whereas Papa II is around 50. A little more mojo. Revolver (May 2013)

Primo - unfortunately, all the info we have on Primo's age is outdated. the above quote says Primo was in his 80s when he was the frontman of Ghost, but that’s not possible since his dad wasn’t even that old. (and yes, Primo is Nihil’s son.) with the new information about Nihil’s age, it seems Primo's age has kinda been silently retconned and we’re just supposed to assume Primo was actually younger than previously thought.

personally, i place Primo as 6 years older than Secondo and Terzo, born in 1958 when Nihil was 17-18 years old. so to me, Secondo and Terzo are right in the middle of Primo and Cardi+twin.

[rah909]

Rite

Vodu green clinching his waist,

obi purple ringing his neck,

Shango, God of the spirits,

whispering in his ear,

thunderlight stabbing the island

of blood rising from his skull.

Mojo bone in his fist

strikes the sun from his eye.

Iron claw makes his wrist.

He recalls the rites of strength

carved upon his chest.

Black flame, like tongues of glass,

ripples beneath a river of sweat.

Strike the island!

Strike the sun!

Strike the eye of evil!

Strike the guilty one!

No power can stay the mojo

when the obi is purple

and the vodu is green

and Shango is whispering,

Bathe me in blood.

I am not clean.

 Henry Dumas

[nfumbewalk]

Tbh...💀

The greys in my hair are visible. Lol. I've got a bunch more! My sacred silver crescent moon necklace, one of Yemanja's symbols.

Things are advancing well. After my Rebirth ritual, I'm embarking upon a journey into myself. Its a long needed therapeutic plan that I'm working on with Yemanja, Babalu-Ayé, and Obatala. Not going into much detail here because its so personal and in depth. I will share some.

Like, I have bath and rogation recipes ready and the first six months (yes, this ritual is going to be long, at least a year) I take baths, rogations, and smudges 3x a week every two weeks then baths, rogations, and smudges 2x a week every month. My health requires it. If I am without herbs, I will do sea salt baths. Smudging will likely be either Rosemary or Lavender. Everyone who knows me knows I despise Sage for smudge. Great for omiero's, baths, mojo bags, just don't burn the shit! I found that most muertos hate it too. So use Sage if your scared of them. It gets muertos to leave for a while, about 3 months. Use Espanta Muerto as incense to rid of them for about 9 months. NOTHING will rid of muertos permanently. No matter what you've read, honey.

Espanta Muerto means "scares the dead." It is found at good botanicas like Botanica Mas Alla in Jersey ("Botanica Beyond" translated). Also Original Botanica in the Bronx. It takes a week for my orders because I'm in the West! Nuthin decent near here. Not even in Cali, except for one I found on Etsy. I actually find decent stuff on Amazon! Oops, that's a trade secret. 😊

I rambled and got off topic. The "treatment plan" ritual is known as my "Honing" ritual. I'm coming face to face with my 25-year-old labor trauma and motherhood issues as well as my mental and physical ailments. I'm going to be working hard as fuck with the Honing rite. Everyday, except for me and Tom's week long monthly holiday or I get very seriously ill.

An offside note: For anyone who wants to know - I never got Covid, never vaccinated for it and around lots of sick ppl. The doctor confirmed my suspicion that because I had severe Swine flu, that I'm pretty much immune to Covid and its relatives. Same as Tom, but he had Hong Kong flu as a child in the early 70's. Us Gen X'ers strike another win! 😆 Never say die. -Goonies.

I'm quite good at staying on task. I get up early naturally, do moforibale - which is very important. This is for the Orishas and Elders. It is this: The full word translates to “touch the ground with the forehead to honor,” and if you add the pronoun “mo,” which is equivalent to “I,” moforibale it indicates "I touch the ground with my head to honor." Then I say my greeting to my Ori and a couple other required prayers, get my caffeine, a smoke, and check Etsy and my email. I will have to shower/bath, do the rogation and put on my white gear plus head covering. Obatala says only my silver ankh, my father's urn necklace, and one ring can be worn (The coral ring preferred, both mother's love it). Only Yemanja's bracelets and my Jet mourning bracelet are allowed.

And he says I should modify my diet too, but I don't eat much. Obatala says fruit and vegetable smoothies (I cannot chew anyway, no teeth and hate my dentures, no biggie). He says to do what I can so I'm not nauseous (another dx - gastroparesis i.e. super slow digestion). He'd like me to not take my tranq (clonazepam) at bedtime, but I have to take at least a quarter or a half. I used to be on 4 mg of it!! 😢 Yikes! The reason Obatala doesn't want me to take my tranq is because it stops my dreams. I still lack dreams, even at that dose. I have to be off of it completely.

Obatala seems to want to reform me. I can't be. Only some of my attributes. My wildest ways are mine to keep. I'll fucking die before I give up certain things. I have become more docile than I was before I went to jail. Jail did MAJOR things that changed me fundamentally. I used to be a sarcastic, biting, bitchy, little whining twat. Still sarcastic but not any of those other things nearly as much. Tom could attest to these things.

Plus, before jail (2019), my life wasn't dedicated to Tom. He stayed in his video game thing, and I did my online things like writing, Etsy and Facebook - and a few TV shows. Since jail, I care mostly about Tom and making him happy. 2020 was my last official Demonolator year. Worked with Belial here and there, and tried with Astaroth, but the Demons had enough, I had enough, and we parted ways. Astaroth spies a little bit and I don't mind, she doesn't intrude. I've done occasional Demonic readings and very few works but I refuse now. There is a quote from the Odú book I'm reading that makes perfect sense to me in many ways - as an Ifá devotee:

Ifá does not speak to your desire. Ifá speaks to your alignment.

This also applies to Ifá divination too. Its not like tarot cards. Ifá doesn't tell you what you want to hear, there is no illusion. With tarot's symbolism, any important message could be lost due to these things. Ifá, there's no chance. Its a binary system of < | open and || closed >. Simple yet very intricate and detailed. Orunmila is in charge of Ifá divination.

Orunmila is ara orun, an Orisha that existed before the creation of humanity and resides in Heaven, as opposed to irun-male or irunmole, sacred beings living on Earth. He is the Orisha of wisdom, divination, knowledge, and destiny. Medicine comes from him, as he is the Divine Physician.

Anyway...just going with the flow. Will end now. Hope this was interesting and informative.

M.M. 💖💀💖

Oluwabenga Adebisi (J. Thorp)

[truitt-story]

Monday, November 18 — The Character Tour: Create a travel itinerary featuring 10 significant locations from your character’s life (can be in the same town/city, country, or even around the world!). You can do this in a saved Google Map too.

From: tiana@tianasplace.com To: ktruitt@tulane.edu

Hey Keke!

Heard you're all moved in to Tulane— can't believe you're already in uni!!! Seriously, you're making me feel so old.

I'm christening your new university email address with some local recs that I remember from my time in NOLA. Have fun, be safe, call me if you need anything, etc.

Cafe Du Monde for beignets

Yes, it's basic, but it's sort of a rite of passage. And they're good beignets. Not the best in town, but I can recommend them in good conscience. The thing about beignets is that sadly nothing will compare to my recipe (sorry!) but you'll find your own favorite spot in time. For now, go with your first-semester-freshman-year friends that you may or may not stay in touch with later on and just enjoy being adults for the first time.

2. Mojo Coffee for studying and snacks

I know this is across town for you, but when I tell you how many long, long nights studying I spent here... and yeah, there is absolutely studying that you have to do in culinary school. It's not all chopping and sauteeing. I'll spare you the explanation of the history of the sous vide method, but just know that I did a lot of readings here. Get an iced mocha and a banana chocolate chip muffin and thank me later.

3. Tia Maria's for a great first date spot

Or just bring a friend here! But I always thought this place was a little romantic. Or maybe it's just that their pupusas are an experience akin to falling in love. I won't bore you with the whole story but I did have some really lovely moments here, I'll say that much.

4. City Park for people-watching and dog-watching

I went here a lot when I was feeling homesick or overwhelmed. I think something you'll find (not to scare you) is that when you're all on your own in a new place, it's easy to feel alone, even in a room full of people. For me, being completely surrounded by strangers going about their random lives made me feel better for some reason. And dogs. Lots of dogs. Just grab a bench here, watch the world go by. It'll help. I promise.

5. Red Eye Grill for FOOD and NON ALCOHOLIC DRINKS until you are 21

I am officially NOT recommending you a bar. I'm just letting you know that this place is a lot of fun and open late, and once you are of legal drinking age (why is it so late in the US??) you would maybe enjoy a drink here. Many fun nights here in culinary school. And open late.

6. The Superdome for a concert

I DID get very lucky to get gifted Saints tickets once, but I wouldn't count on that. But next time Beyonce goes on tour (she better in the next four years) I'm coming to visit and we're going. Anyway, keep an eye out for cheap nosebleed tickets for other stuff, the stadium's not hard to get to and you'll have fun.

7. St Charles Ave for Mardi Gras

There are actually a ton of parades in different locations all season (Mardi Gras is a season, not a day!) but this was always where my friends and I went. Bring coffees and beignets and get ready to catch some beads! This is when I started really feeling like this was my city. Maybe that'll be another moment for you, but I hope you feel that it's special too.

8. Jamila's Cafe for amazing Tunisian food

You're in uni now! Try new things! My roommate, Nina, and I, we used to literally spin a wheel to try a new restaurant every weekend. Once we tried Jamila's, we sort of started rigging it so we could keep going back there. It's that good. Make sure you save room for dessert, their pastries are heavenly.

9. Fives for a special occasion

Go here with your parents toward the end of the year. Brag a little about how hard you worked. Thank them for everything. And then cover the bill. I know, I know! But trust me, it will be a special memory they never forget. I did it, and I know I won't.

(Get the oysters)

10. Bonnabel Hill for a perfect sunset

Bring a few of your friends and some NON-ALCOHOLIC beverages, also toward the end of the school year. Or maybe save it for graduation. Sunsets are kind of perfect for stuff like this, and this is the best one you'll see in NOLA. I'm not gonna say much more than that, because I know you'll make it your own. And that's what I really want for you. These are just my memories, but I know you're going to make your own.

Love you. Call me. Call your parents. Have fun and be safe.

XOXOXOXO

Tia