#oraculate

[occultaelectronica]

ORACUL FEMTO - Dark Castle (in After The Eclipse, 2022)

[augursgrandstand]

and for þe record I just want to say ive never experienced so much as a pitch feeling in my life

[talonabraxas]

"The Master keeps her mind always at one with the Tao; that is what gives her her radiance. The Tao is ungraspable. How can her mind be at one with it? Because she doesn't cling to ideas. The Tao is dark and unfathomable. How can it make her radiant? Because she lets it. Since before time and space were, the Tao is. It is beyond is and is not. How do I know this is true? I look inside myself and see." ~Laozi

Oraculous - Seer of Saturn ♄ Talon Abraxas

[finalgirlfall]

Charming couple! (his hands lifted up)—How will my good friend rejoice!—Oh that he were present!—You know not, madam, how dear you are still to your uncle Harlowe!— I am unhappy ever to have disobliged him! Not too much of that, however, fairest, thought I! He repeated his resolutions of service, and that in so acceptable a manner, that the dear creature wished that neither he, not any of his, might ever want a friend of equal benevolence. None of his, she said, for the captain brought it in that he had five children living by one of the best of wives and mothers, whose excellent management made him as happy as if his eight hundred pounds a year (which was all he had to boast of) were two thousand. Without economy, the oraculous lady said, no estate was large enough. With it, the least was not too small. Lie still, teasing villain! lie still!—I was only speaking to my conscience, Jack. (L216, robert lovelace to john belford)

hmm. intrigued by what's going on in this passage. would have to think for a while to pick apart how richardson makes it build so masterfully to that last line i quoted ("lie still, teasing villain!...") and how it works, but i can tell it does. lovelace is, i think, questioning his resolve re: "testing" clarissa. (n.b.: "he" in the first few lines is captain tomlinson, who is allegedly affiliated with clarissa's uncle, john harlowe. unsure if this is a ploy that was arranged by lovelace. not sure i want to check wikipedia or sparknotes for ~spoilers. don't remember from the introduction. been reading this particular letter for several weeks.)

[conntingency]

ILLICIT with @oraculate, feb. 16 near the woods

Nam Chunja was found dead on the edge of Goero forest on 5 February, 2024.

Now Jiyul’s out near that marker in the woods wielding a stick. Not like a weapon, though that likely would have been a smarter choice. He’s busy prodding at a mound of dirt that might be an anthill. “I mean, the police force is pretty shit. Are they actually going to find anything out here?” He says to Lijae on his left, because that makes him feel like poking around a corded off section of the woods is justified. It isn’t, but he is a little right. What are the police going to do? “Bet you anything they’re like, mmm…heart attack. Scared to death by a magpie.” Jiyul cracks out a laugh as he jams that stick into the mound to see if ants come pouring out. They don’t. 

Sometimes Lijae can get a feel for these things, and most of the time Jiyul’s willing to believe her. He gets it, being on the end of disbelief. Those looks people point at you. Back then, in that tiny office after he gave his statement, like a mix of insanity and wondering if he was just saying something for the attention of it. He’s unwilling to fold up what happened in the woods, to swallow it back down in the same way that he’s now unwilling to tell Lijae she’s having a hypnopompic hallucination. It’s just rude. “Or what, should we take bets on the animal of choice?” A nudge of his elbow into Lijae’s side. But that’s an understatement. It’s more a sharp dig into the ribs. Jiyul’s always too forceful with these things, like he wants to leave behind a trail of I’ve been here over every body he comes across.

There probably should be someone around, but it’s creeping in towards night and this isn’t the kind of town with a police presence posted on an empty patch of forest. Even if someone did die on it. “You think it’s like Jeongbin?” It’s not like Jeongbin, but Jiyul has a compulsion to make near anything about Jeongbin. It’s off-putting. It’s been too long since he died for most people to entertain him about it anymore. He knows Lijae doesn’t really like talking about him. Jiyul brings it up anyway, punched through his lungs and almost unbidden. But not quite. 

The thing is, Lijae has to believe Jiyul about the forest because Jiyul believes everything she says right back. That’s how these things work. That’s how the concept of truth is created. “See anything weird?” The bland innocuity of this particular patch of forest is edging on funny, given the suspicion around it. “Use your x-ray vision,” he nudges his thumb between her eyes and smiles, too many teeth for the setting. 

[auteursmaenads]

Your name is NATHME KURIKS and by far the most important thing about you by far is your ability as a PROGNOSTICATOR OF NOT INSIGNIFICANT SKILL.

This ability places you in a position of INFLATED RANK compared to others of your caste, which is good because quite frankly you're ABSOLUTELY DOGSHIT AT COMBAT. Or any physical pursuits for that matter. You tend to gravitate toward apparel of the MODERATELY ANTIQUATED AND FEMININE, which you think matches both your physical inefficacy and your TALENT WITH PROSAIC VERSE. You keep meaning to write more, but time does seem to get away from you these days.

You prefer to drink your caffeinated beverages from FANCY STEMWARE, which means that your desk has roughly thirty discarded cans and empty glasses on it at any point in time. u talk in a pretty casual way on purpose. þo you have a tendancy to forget about maintaining þe facade when you get emotional. You enjoy baiting others into PETTY INTERPERSONAL CONFLICT, but you prefer to stay as an observer.

Most of your living space is taken up by your MASSIVE CORKBOARDS, covered in string and bits of paper that map out the POSSIBLY UNTIMELY AND TRAGIC DEATH OF YOU AND YOUR EX-MOIRAIL. She was something of a nihilist, which is why you try to ignore that little project. It's not like there's much of a point in worrying about YOU BEING DESTINED TO KILL HER, the only thing worth looking forward to in your distant future is a career as the PERSONAL ORACULLER OF A HIGH RANKING MILITARY OFFICER.

Most of the rest of your wallspace is taken up by your shelves of occultic tomes and MEMENTOS OF ARMAGEDDON PROPHECIES, all of which you can confidently say are COMPLETELY BULLSHIT. Anyone who would claim to know the end of the world is a TOTAL CHARLATAN, and that's simply all there is to say on the matter.

everyone post their fantrolls

if you dont have one make one idc if its canon compliant i just wanna see it

[homestuck-fanauthor-coalition]

@meowloudly15

It is a lovely day in the EARLDOM OF SUBLATE, and you are a HORRIBLE WITCH. It's your first day as the owner and proprietor of this DERELICT SHACK. You haven't yet garnered any ILL REPUTE, but today just so happens to be a BLUE MOON, which means you're likely to have AN INFLUX OF BUSINESS once NIGHT FALLS. Blue moons are always busy for witches in these parts. You're sure some STALWART YOUNG LAD/LASS/LAX will come seeking your ILL-ADVISABLE ADVICE. Or perhaps a WELL-TRAVELLED SCHOLAR may arrive on your doorstep in search of your OCCULT ORACULATIONS. Or even a MISFORTUNATE CHAP might speed to your sill for want of a CURE-AIL POTION. The possibilities are plentiful. Sunset is just around the corner, and magic is in the air. What will you do?

Tags: suggestions, nonmspa, fantasy, horrible, witch

[hari-mm7]

https://fontbundles.net/struvictory-art/1900502-oracul-bohemian-display-font

[indescreputable]

Deep down inside, I’m Gisele, and you’re a turkey sandwich on untoasted white bread that’s been sitting out for four and a half hours and I never wanted you to begin with. Nary a squirt of mustard. Just disappointment. Depression. I’ll be traipsing about the hallway, sexily aloof (visage. I am an oraculous well of divine knowing) while you rigor mort yourself into a stiff and stale decay.

Gisele Bündchen by Thomas Schenk for Numero France, June 2000

[augursgrandstand]

being psychic is hard and nobody understands

[poet-ssuicid-naklonnostami]

Оракул в голове Шарлотты

Меня… нет. Нас! Ты отторгаешь! Потому медленно и больно умираешь. Отдашь за другого своё эго, Или останешься индивидуалисткой?! Не забывай, что ты по-прежнему мазохистка! Творить добро выходит боком? Ну, так отдай свою душу ты сорокам.

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Ps  Коротко о моём взгляде на гармонию Шарлотты с собой, особенно во 2 эпизоде.

[brainbombs]

this post appeared to me in a dream and it only felt right to oraculate by posting it in waking life

there's an inexplicable ounce of cruelty to watermelon-flavoured cigarettes that I can neither elaborate on nor give additional thought to without feeling nauseous.

[picard-schreckensberger]

Tunique talismanique de chasseur, Musée du Quai Branly

[julitj-art]

Huevember 16: Oracle

[sshannonauthor]

What's the noun form of oracular? Or, cleromancer : oracle :: cleromancy : what?

Oraculism, but it’s a little-used term, given the rarity of oracles in general.