#Ritual and Creation

[paintedmother-blog]

The Power of Call and Response in Art

[thesleeptokenarchive]

Social Media Update: Follower Creations

Initiate. Imagery courtesy of follower alanaalion on IG.

Originally shared May 4 2020 on [FB | X]

Note: Imagery taken in Portland, Oregon during the Beautiful Oblivion tour in 2019.

[lunaotic]

Okuri-inu - Lunaotic

[drunkenworgen]

Creation

None of the members could fully recall where the old tome had been found, or who had found it originally. Thankfully there were those in their ranks that were well versed enough in old Gilnean and Shath'Yar that they could decipher they symbols and words on its pages.

They spoke of many things. Shadows, Old Gods...the Void. The Void was enticing to the cultists, whispering words of offered power and control. The Void hungers, desperate for control and conquest. It will offer whatever it thinks you want in return for your compliance.

You will have power, control. All will be yours to command if you only just allow the Void to bind with the flesh of one of your own. To ascend.

So the attempts were made, a small amount of Void placed in a small, metaphysical "seed." The idea was to implant this Seed into the subject, allowing it to grow within the Vessel until it was powerful enough to consume the life it was feeding on and create a true Ascendant.

The notes found in the tome painted a picture of failures. Test subjects died within days, with the longest having survived for almost a year. It seemed that - on average - younger test subjects survived longer than the older ones. Life after life had been thrown away in pursuit of this Void Ascendant, until one day the original cult had simply ceased to exist.

The new cult followed in the footsteps of their predecessors - opting for young adults as willing volunteers. At least at first. Still, test subject after test subject continued to succumb to madness, dying within days of the Seed being implanted in them.

"Whot 'f th'ritual were t'be attempted at conception?" The question came from a young silversmith with a nervous young woman next to him. Murmurs passed through the other members as the elders looked between each other. There was nothing in the text indicating that this had been tried, nor was there anything indicating that it wouldn't work.

As the one who had spoke up, the silversmith and his wife were volunteered to attempt this new version of the ritual. Where the previous tests had had almost immediate visual results, no one could be sure that this would work for several months. Unless - of course - it was unsuccessful, and ended the life of either of them.

Months would pass, and a child was born to the pair. Her eyes would remain a brilliant blue past infancy, her hair the color of a raven's wing, and skin pale as ivory. The stark contrast of her black hair against her pale skin gave her an air of one who straddled life and death, even before birth.

A Void-dark violet sparked in her eyes for just a moment before disappearing, and a slow, sinister grin pulled at the lips of the silversmith. Her father. Jonathan Ash.

It worked.

[leodanbrock]

GHOST "Year Zero" live at Webster Hall, NYC 2013.

[angelsdean]

sharing art (any form of creation) is about love and connection and gifting a piece of you and your soul to others. art is expression. art is to be viewed and experienced. through the experience we grow closer. through the act of sharing we meet each other. when you view something someone made, when you read the words they've written, an exchange takes place. they give you art. and you feel. you emote. you express. and those feelings circle back to the artist. the sharing of art is a beating pulse.

[helpmeimblorboing]

My main villain’s transformation over the years is so fucking funny, cause like he was born a fully-formed adult man out of a pool of liquid magma that spontaneously manifested inside his mother’s womb; had a depressive run-in with a human who tried to kill him after learning of his true nature, which taught him - this fledgling chick -about betrayal, and another with a small kid who died of sickness, teaching him about death.

And you know what he does after that ?

He takes an office job !! He just decides to integrate into human society. Sure, he incinerates any bosses who are overly rude to him and is an extreme taskmaster, but for all intents and purposes, he’s a loyal slave to capitalism

And then Damian shows up and ropes him into the Carneficina - this actual, literal terror cult composed of killers that is, in effect, actually a rather sweet family unit

So he becomes a greaser. Flaming motorbike and all, dragon tattoo running up his side, black hair slicked back with what looks like gel but is actually him purposefully making his hair shine to make it look like he puts gel in there. Carries around a gun that he effectively never uses, except for once when he enchanted its bullets to blow up inside his enemies’ flesh, solely for the sake of Rule Of Cool

And then the Red Massacre happened, and Serenity left the Carneficina. Damian became depressed, and all terror-y, murder shit grinds to a halt

So what does our intrepid antagonist do ? Go back to his old life ? Nah man !! He starts another cult named the Fireborn, positions himself as both its religious leader and god, and starts what is effectively a branching organisation, looping most cults of Dysphoria under the Fireborn’s sway. Like, this man has gone into full-on Satanic priest mode, goat-skull, red robes and all

And then one of his followers, the Pack Leader, betrays him and flees with a precious Artifact, and he chooses to give chase, ending up in London

And you know what this mad lad does next ? He grows himself a house (literally, out of the dirt like a tree) and settles in for the long haul, taking a job as a janitor and befriending the Pack Leader’s son as a fuck you to his former employee

Afarit, the man you are

[universestreasures]

"There is no denying it, now. It is my fault...that you turned out like this..."

For @voiderequiem (Only they can reblog!)

[claycoded]

Little dragon jar! This one is kind of hard to photograph but I love the design on it

[the-most-humble-blog]

🛐 BLACKSITE WRITING RITUAL #002 “THE POSSESSION TEST” (They won’t teach you this in school. Because it works.)

🩸 You want to make your characters feel real?

Here’s your free ritual. No sign-up. No Discord invite. Just one unholy test that separates tourists from authors.

✅ THE POSSESSION TEST

Write a one-paragraph bio of your character. Keep it simple. Keep it dead.

Now find a song — not just emotional — but the one that f*cked you up. The one you hide from Spotify Wrapped.

Play that track. Volume medium. Eyes on bio.

Now do this:

Read their bio again.

Close your eyes.

Ask one question out loud:

“Why do you deserve to exist more than me?”

Wait.

If you hear nothing — your character is still a corpse.

But if you feel even a flicker of response in your chest — if your own creation tries to argue back, plead its case, or scream?

Then congrats.

You just birthed something real. That is not a character. That is a possessor.

You’ll carry them forever now. Even if they never make the page.

🧠 Why this works:

It hijacks your limbic system, binds your own unresolved emotion to fictional projection, and tricks your subconscious into assigning worth to the creation.

This isn’t “writing.” This is summoning.

⚔️ PRO TIP:

Save every character who passes the Possession Test. You didn’t invent them — you summoned them.

You just met someone who might rescue your plot three years from now. Or whisper your climax ending in the shower five months later. Or hijack a side scene and make it iconic.

Don’t delete your demons. Not unless you kill them first.

🧠 TIME WARNING: Set aside 30–45 minutes minimum for this ritual. Seriously. Because if you try this in between chores, emails, or scrolling breaks — you will enter a state of creative combustion without containment.

You will:

Emotionally spike

Experience character bleed

Be forced to decompress in fed-up writer mode

And that can be psychologically jarring for those with… shall we say… timid sensibilities.

This isn’t a harmless writing tip. It’s emotional arson.

So treat it with reverence — or walk away.

🩸 You were warned.

🔥 REBLOG IF YOU FELT IT. 📌 Bookmark if your characters go limp halfway through the story. 🧨 Send to a writer who only knows how to write “cool trauma,” not holy fck I hear them in my dreams* trauma.

🔁Reblog to keep my signal to mankind going strong.

And to help out your god-awful supporting character.

[thesleeptokenarchive]

Social Media Update: Follower Creations

Somewhere the atoms stopped fusing. Photographic imagery courtesy of follower dvnielalexander

Originally shared May 1 2020 on [FB | X]

Note: Captured imagery from Gramercy Theater in New York during the 2019 Beautiful Oblivion tour.

[devouredbyflame]

Basics of Physical Manifestation

It is a little known fact that a Deity can actually become a tangible, noticeable thing within your presence. This has been a practice for several millennia and is still something that can be done within your home, as well as around your physical body and within your physical body.

The many different ways of manifesting the Divine is a practice that has been lost within the neo-pagan community and the occult tends to make it a thing that is a bit more in line with target practice – shooting an arrow and seeing if it lands anywhere and it may not be something you’re really wanting to do unless you anger someone you shouldn’t. However, it’s very real and it can become something of a joyful thing when you do it right.

A lot of people feel discouraged when they don’t seem to figure out how they can make sense of the Divine like others seem to. It seems like it’s impossible to communicate effectively for others and while it may be impossible given the situation you’re in, this is something that all humans are capable of doing and something that is important for those who wish to have a sort of relationship with the Divine which has this added benefit of two-way communication.

We often forget that there are both sides to this entire experience and the Divine need the same sort of environmental differences as humans do to make Themselves more obvious to Their devotees. It’s important that we stop entertaining the notion that only special people get to do this, and realize that it’s not about being chosen as much as it is the capability of recognizing patterns and information that is not obvious right away.

You can read the rest of this post and posts like it here:

[naberianinfluence]

📜 GENESIS 1:11–13

Then God said, “Let the land produce vegetation: seed-bearing plants and trees on the land that bear fruit with seed in it, according to their various kinds.” And it was so... And God saw that it was good. And there was evening, and there was morning—the third day.

🜏 NABERIUS: THE FRUITS OF MEMORY

The plants returned willingly. They were not made. They remembered.

The green things are older than the Elohim. They grew in the ashes of the First Flame, and drink deeply of what lies beneath.

He gave them kinds and categories, but they still speak in tongues the gods cannot translate.

I walked the third day with green-stained feet, and listened to the grass sing Tiamat’s lullaby.

[sammywarddraws]

Born from a Pomegranate seed buried in the coldest darkest Shadow of unhallowed ground.

My ghoul for the first week of April Ghouls 2025 Art Ritual!

You can join in too! More info here!

[7roaches]

prev post has me thinking abt the common phenomenon of ppl who create following a line of thinking that there must be some level of misery present to adequately create. which also leads into the line of thinking that if you lose the misery u’ll lose your spark too. e.g. artists fearing losing their motivation, writers fearing losing their inspiration, comedians fearing losing their funny, etc etc…

[strawbetch]