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Wrath of Apollo

(Some notes: The infinite sign shape above is Ouroboros, a snake eating its own tail, historically a symbol of infinity or the cycle of life, death and rebirth. I chose to put it there because the duality of death and rebirth corresponds to Apollo as the god of light but also god of plague. The name “apollo” itself has the meaning of the “destroyer” too. Snake is also an animal related to Apollo in myths.)

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Jihye Park - Rose Garden, 2025 - Oil on canvas

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In the D&D campaign I'm running with my wife's siblings, one of them learned about how trolls regenerate within minutes of any damage not caused by fire or acid, and then asked why people don't just like. Cage them and eat them, forever. Why there aren't troll meat dungeons in the king's castle as a safeguard against sieges or famines.

And you know, I thought it was a fair question, so I said that if you eat enough troll meat, you start getting troll-y. And then I went further and just treated it like troll flesh is a general contaminant - if you eat enough troll, you'll turn into a troll, but if you bury enough dead troll flesh in a forest, the trees will start growing in strange ways, and will scream and heal and bleed when you hit them with axes.

I liked this idea. So as we played further, I just played around with the idea of Troll Origins, and I came up with something sort of like the Odyssey, but instead stealing Helios's cattle, it was Hathor's, and the horrible, awful, unending immortality was her curse of the army that pillaged her lands. A god of healing does not condemn you to die, she condemns you to live.

And then I got this fun idea for maybe the king that led the army is still kind of alive in the troll taint. Like a sort of literal fisher king. The kingdom is sick because he is, literally, the kingdom. The trees that bleed, bleed his blood and their screams are his screams. He is both the faintly green bear running down the mountain and the faintly green deer and there is no way past this without suffering. He is the entire ecosystem, and he eats nothing but himself and he dreams nothing but death and yet still, on and on and on and on, he lives.

Anyway they're traveling next session so I'm throwing this shit at them. I already have some gross ideas for like. Describing everything like it's a body (flowers red as blood, white as bone, pink as meat, grass fine as hair) then finally throwing horrible living things at them. Trees that grow eyeballs that turn and stare at them, or flowers with teeth instead of petals and trolls that speak in long dead tongues about how they wish they'd never tried to rob a god.

Anyway I'm passing this on because this is my new troll lore and I want it to become canonized in the way that all D&D lore becomes canonized: By having eople read it and go "oh, neat" then start doing that too.

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heavens first regret is genesis 3 and labubus are his second

those fetishes of the demon pazuzu predate the bible by many, many years

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had a realisation recently that i lack community. not friends or acquaintances but a real safety net. how do you go about that, forming a village?

find support meetings, of any kind relevant to you. find a book club, or, similar club from your library. volunteer at a pantry or at a shelter. use meetup or your school or your work to find hiking or walking groups. regularly attend church and church events. look for flyers in public spaces. find a bible study, they advertise on facebook mostly. speak more in the twitch chat you’re on and join their discord. more of these kinds of things that risk an openness. enter vulnerable

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a serpent finds the feminine one, the one that received the rules from her partner, not from heaven, the one that has no notion of how her life ends. this is an etiology. it is all folk and familiar, flashy as the verses prior—this is the yahwist voice. the serpent utters something, handsome and idle, on how appetizing the figs seem. the feminine rib-form knows that hunger. she and her partner have a mouthful. and heaven, with his hands and his questions, finds them in their shame. he punishes—he has to. labor for one and labor for the other. heaven has his first regret

"how?" (heaven's first question in the old testament; gen 3:9)

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crown glass windows

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can i buy a seat if i don’t own a ferarri?, catalin vasilescu

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“the city becomes a machine perfectly adapted to one dimensional beings, concerned with only what is written in tourist brochures”

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extispicy is the study of entrails in the ancient near east. prophets had many resources and relied-on forms—they read reveries, sticks, stars, fertility. an extispitic professional (sumerian lu₂ḫal) is someone that specifically practices this sign-reading on viscera. organs, entrails, and fetish parts hold meanings for the then, the now, the imperfect. sometimes the referents are sacrificed for the sake of the reading, sometimes they are merely found, roadkill style. sometimes their readings make sense to us (they archive the process), sometimes their referents are foreign and resist rendering into english. marks on the heart of a heifer, a swollen stomach in a sheep, the shape of the middle finger of the lung—here, the lu₂ḫal finds heaven uttering to them

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typology topology tectonics

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I'm fascinated by the concept of collective memory. I love how much distance there can be between how you remember something, how you say you remember it, how your community remembers it, and how communities in the future will remember it, if at all.

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Trying to come up with the designs for them! Helen and Michael! Absolutely love them x)

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How does one fear God?

only occasionally, for health

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heaven’s rigged everything in my favor

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If god can be found within why do I feel so empty?

he is the emptiness