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[yr-martyr]

Simcoe as portrayed in turn (it was a sketch then I got carried away lol)

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[obscurideer]

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Pigalle 🎶 Dans la Salle du Bar-Tabac de la Rue des Martyrs

Hommage au musicien

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[loaketyre]

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[five-rivers]

Ancestral Chapter 21

Probably the last one for this month, if not this year. Written for ectober day 27: circus gothica (yes, I am behind).

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Somehow, Danny wasn’t even surprised at this point.  

"Yeah, I, um.  I met the guy, once?"

"Sorry?" said Gwensyvyr.

At the same time, Jazz asked, "Who?"

"Pariah Dark," said Danny.

"He is supposed to be sealed."  Gwensyvyr's form briefly flickered back to her battle regalia.  This close, Danny could see that each of her braids had a spiked chain woven into it, starting low enough down that the spikes would bounce off the back of her armor, not the back of her head.  

"He was," Danny hastened to reassure her.  "He is.  He just.  Got out for a little bit.  Last year."

Gwensyvyr leaned back, her elbow phasing slightly through the chair.  She covered her mouth with her opposite hand.  "It seems my suspicions might not be as far-fetched as I thought before.  If he was out at all, they might have–" She stopped.  "You still need to know the whole story."

Matthew's phone began to tweedle.  He snatched it up with a look of panic on his face.  "Sorry!  I need to take–" The panic transformed into a kind of exhausted horror as he stared at the phone.  "Does our honored ancestor know about phones?  I mean…"  He looked back and forth between Danny and the phone, which was still ringing.  

"She knows about phones," said Danny, unsure whether to be amused or not.  

Matthew seemed to take this as permission, because he answered the phone.  “Yes, did you find it?”  He was silent for a moment.  “No?  Do you know what happened?  Could he have moved it to some other spot?  No, no, I understand.  If possible, please keep looking.  It’s very important.  Goodbye.”  He put down the phone.  “That was Aldryk Wylfred, his father was one of grandfather’s close friends.  He’d been named a Knight of the Key, and given one of the Great Gate Keys to safeguard…  His key is missing.  I’m waiting on the other Knights of the Keys.”

“I had hoped it was not so.”

“Is… no one going to ask why Danny knows someone that Queen Gwensyvyr fought?” asked Leo.  “Or how?”

“Well, he was a ghost at the time,” said Danny.  “But we really ought to…”  He waved at Gwensyvyr.  “Listen.  And stuff.”

Yeah, he wasn’t going to be able to get away with that for much longer.  

“Thank you,” said Gwensyvyr.  "But if you met Pariah Dark, you know what he became."

"King of Ghosts."

"He thought of himself that way, yes," said Gwensyvyr.  "It is not something Artyr and I considered, when we killed him.  Nor did any of the ghosts and spirits who haunted him and wanted him dead as badly as we did."

“His name really was Arthur, then,” said Lewis, who had taken out a notebook at some point.  "Your husband."

“In his birthplace, perhaps.  He was named after a famed king of that land, long dead, as I understand it, then and now.  It has made our respective legends rather confused, at times.  

"With me, he was always Artyr.  He was trained as a blacksmith, which was why they kept him.  Such skills are valuable still, as you well know.”  She nodded to the ritual knives many of them had set on the table, and then again to the knives Irene had set the table with.  "He made the very first of those.  To kill Pariah."

"Why?" asked Danny.  "Why did you need that?  Wasn't he human, then?"

Gwensyvyr shook her head.  "Not entirely," she said.  "Not anymore.  He had his men desecrate the pool.  Mine was not the only blood spilled in it that day, and they did more than that.  They threw trash into it.  They blocked off the spring.  They did things in it too foul to speak of.  They cut down the tree and burned it.  But not before Pariah and his sons ate every single apple that grew on it that year."

"They were syvyrys," said Danny.  "That's why you needed a knife that could cut a ghost."

"Not like I was and not like you are, but, yes.  They had already had some measure of magic to them - that is how they cut down the nine of us priestesses.  Numbers alone did not do that.  But the apples gave them terrible power.  

"They took me and the others they had chosen as slaves - beautiful girls and men with valuable skills, for the most part - back to their homeland.  The islands were not the only place he had taken slaves from, though they were always quite careful not to ever take so many as to be outnumbered.  So, there, I met Artyr.  There, we plotted.  There, I came into my powers.  There, I killed Pariah Dark.

"But to my continuing regret, I did not kill his sons."

"You think they have something to do with all this," said Matthew.

"Or their descendants," said Gwensyvyr.  "They are the only syvyrys I ever knew of who could use blood blossoms like that.  They were always doing some new, terrible thing.  We had more spirits on our side than they did, even with their ridiculous cult, so they spent much of their time making new weapons against them.  They had ways to keep themselves and their spirits safe from blood blossoms that we never learned.  They had ways to imbue objects with their powers.  At one point, they used some alchemy to make this sphere of red glass that could control most ghosts and even tugged on my mind…"  She trailed off.  "You've encountered that, too, haven't you?"

Danny squirmed.  "Maybe."

"How?" asked Gwensyvyr.  "Why?"

"It was–" He looked at the rest of his family.  "It was– This crazy circus ringmaster had it and was using it to make ghosts rob banks and jewelry stores for him."

"Are you talking about Freakshow?" asked Jazz.

"Freakshow?"

"His real name was Frederick Isaac Showenhower," offered Jazz.  "At least, that was his pen name."

"Amazing," said Gwensyvyr.  “We ought to sit down and talk about all of the history you managed to run into despite living an ocean away and under a different name.  But– Showenhower.  That has a German root, doesn’t it?  There was some suspicion that the younger son had fled to that area after betraying his brothers…  I’m getting ahead of myself.  

“While Artyr and I worked at cleansing the sacred pool, reviving the tree, and healing the other damage done by Pariah’s attack, Pariah’s sons built up a cult around their father’s ghost.  A group of fanatics that stayed loyal even in death.  

“They attacked Avlynys again when I was pregnant with my second daughter, seeking revenge and the power of the sacred pool.  Imagine for a moment, such a battle between syvyrys and spirits.  The sky was shattered with lightning, the air green with power.  Trees uprooted themselves to take part in the fighting.  The dead sacrificed themselves to take up their buried corpses.  I myself fought Pariah in his glory, bolstered by prayers and sacrifice, wearing a crown of fire and a ring forged from the souls of a hundred berserkers.  I banished him through the pond, whose door had been stuck open since it drank of my blood.  

“It broke the ground beneath the pond and spring, and the spring sank deep underground where, to the best of my knowledge, it still rests.”

“That’s the portal in Andyr?” asked Danny.  “Just checking to make sure.”

“The pond, yes,” said Gwensyvyr.  “Kyr Argyn was built on the rift - we also used it as a silver mine for a while.  Very useful, for a newly-formed country.”  Her lips twitched up.  “Artyr also enjoyed the chance to learn silversmithing.  I do appreciate your attempts to get back the Kyp Styrryse, Lwys.  It took him a hundred years to get that good.”  She made a face.  “It was also a great aid when maintaining the pool.  Having it again would be very good.”

“Oh,” said Lewis.  “I, well, I’m working on it.  But– A hundred years?”

“Artyr died in that battle, but he did not leave.  We had three more children, after, though they were… strange.  Even now, he has not left, though he sleeps with many of the other spirits of this land.

“After we had driven off Pariah’s sons, we found the pool again.  It took time and a great deal of effort even with magic, and once we did, we were determined that no one should use it for evil ever again, and that even if all of us should die - me, and my children, who numbered three, only, at the time, and my closest friends - it should be safe.  But we could not simply bury it and leave it.  It was not yet clean and still too powerful.  So, we made nine Great Gates and nine Great Gate Keys, to guard all the paths that could reach it.  We pledged our family to the cause of safeguarding it and tending it, and we named ourselves after those gates, those doors, so we would not forget.”

Gwensyvyr paused significantly.  

“We’ve done that, haven’t we?” asked Matthew.  “Even before Uncle Leon died.”

“It was a good while before that, too, to be fair,” said Gwensyvyr.  “In truth, I think it started as early as my great-grandchildren’s time.  A hundred years of fighting with the sons and grandsons of Pariah…”  She trailed off and shook her head.  “Alys wanted peace, and thought that both sides were worn down enough that she could get it.  She married her daughter, her only child, to one of Pariah’s scions.  But Kythrin chose never to have access to the sacred pool, or take up her duties to it, and so never to become queen herself.  The throne and its duties went to her cousin, and her husband killed her and took their children to Britain, where he made a pest of himself for the rest of his natural life, despite efforts to end it prematurely.  

“One of the children came back.  We were overjoyed, but…”  Gwensyvyr’s face soured.  “Once welcomed, they used the pool to try and call up Pariah once more.

“That is when the pool and the journey andyr Kyr Argyn became so entwined with the succession.  Before that, we had helpers, who came freely.  They were not the priestesses of old, but they had some knowledge, and it made the burden easier for the family.  After… we did not trust so easily.  

“Later, many years on, Queen Arynryd saw the danger in this and founded the School of Heroes in an attempt to gather those that could be trusted.  That was the original point of it - not to be a pre-approved pool of heroic suitors to pick from to prevent inbreeding in the royal line.”  She rolled her eyes as a faint susurrus of ohs rose up around the table.  “Although, I will grant that it has been useful for that, on occasion.”

Gwensyvyr shook her head.  “After that incident, though, many of us were worried that Pariah might return, so I and some others went through the pool, and directly into a war.  I am not sure how long it lasted.  Time was strange, there, in the otherworld.  But it was Pariah and his fanatics against all other spirits, and we felt that, as his old enemies, we must join in.

“When Pariah was sealed, we returned, but we found that more than a generation had passed, and Pariah’s brood had made war on us again, and that they had even roused the Normans to do the same.  A whole…”  She paused, looking away.  “While we were gone, a whole branch of the family had been wiped out.  Only the youngest, one too young to go to war, survived.  And though King Ydmynd completed the trials, and as an adult, with a child just born, he decreed restrictions, and that no one should go into Andyr or to the pools except for the Trials.”

Gwensyvyr stared at the table.  “I did not intervene.  I thought it would be enough, as people had children, and those children wanted to take up the family task.  I thought the pool healed enough, and the gates strong enough.  It was not Ydmynd’s fault, mind.  He was young, and he’d had a harrowing time of the trials, with so many of us gone to fight Pariah in the beyond, and all his family dead.”

She paused again, giving Danny time to catch up and think about what that must have felt like, for Edmund.  To think about how every day they seemed to be getting closer to that point themselves.

“There were some benefits to the developments as well.  The decrees were not because of fear, only,” said Gwensyvyr, softly.  “Athlyng Elysyvyt was kidnapped young and educated by the Danes, who wanted to put her on the throne, but without the Trials, she had no claim to it.  We avoided long periods of regency, and the crises that come with child monarchs.  A few times, Pariah’s living fanatics were caught trying to get into Andyr.

“Then, too, not everyone followed King Ydmynd’s decrees, especially after he, in turn, died.  There were strong syvyrys in those years, too.  Even so… even so, we thought it might be best to let the living find their own way, in most cases.  There is a reason I did not stay queen after my death, though I was, clearly, still there and still visible, as magic had suffused Avlynys through the sacred pool far more in those days than it does now.  

“There were things to do, regardless.  Even in death, even with the pool behind the Great Gates, we still had to protect the island and the pool from enemies.  And…”  She sighed.  “When there were no more enemies, and we found ourselves growing weary, many of us chose to rest.  Even I cannot be everywhere at once.  I often chose to shadow my family, rather than any greater purpose and as time passed, and the pool wasn’t tended to, its power faded.  I thought that a good thing, that it was finally returning to how it used to be before my first death, but lately we find we cannot even go there, and…  Now we are here.  A thousand years of attrition and inattention later, we are here.”

“And… that’s it?” asked Danny.

Gwensyvyr spread her hands out.  “I am not going to attempt to recount the entire millennia, much less the portions of it that are in living memory.  Although maybe I should.  I always thought the nationalist movement had a little too much in common with some of the things Pariah’s fanatics got up to.”  She tapped her lips.  “And the Germans sent us a remarkable number of curses during the second of the Great Wars, despite how terrible they were at it, and despite hardly anyone being able to do that at all in the twentieth century.”

“We expelled the nationalist movement.  Their whole organization was outlawed, after the Brygytyn attacks.”

“Matthew, you know as well as I that you never entirely get rid of people like that.”

Iris raised a hand.  “So, our consensus here is that our premier pharmaceutical institution is run by deranged cultists who specifically hate our family for killing their, what, their god?  And they might be Nazis on top of that?”

“Not Nazis,” said George.  “Those were specifically German nationalists.”

“There are American Nazis, too,” pointed out Iris.

“I wouldn’t call it a consensus,” said Gwensyvyr.  “But they must, at least, be involved, and I find the timing suspicious, if he was out of that sarcophagus for any length of time.  I would say that the spirit who attacked just now was one of them, likely being punished for failing to kill you earlier, Matthew.”

“So, what do we do?” asked Danny.  He was, personally, all for going out and beating up whoever was behind all this, but he didn’t know who was behind all this.

“The Trials,” said Matthew.  “If we did them, if we got rid of whatever was blocking you, could you…  How many of our ancestors are here, awake?  Could you help?”

Gwensyvyr smiled, teeth sharp, ghostly fangs.  “We would like nothing better.”

[astarab1aze]

on the subject of artyr myrdin, kingmaker: he is literally merlin. the knights of the round table, king arthur, camelot, and some threads of magic all exist and are important parts of history, especially in the telling of merlin's ascendency. though he wasn't specifically searching for a means to achieve godhood, the means found him anyway, through his actions and advisory in camelot - he was not given a choice in the matter, fate-touched by both the sightless eye and starstitcher, naturally chosen to ascend by sunjatta itself in evolutionary design. yes, his ascendency led to the birth of mages as a whole, humans with magic in their veins to become something more than mere passive observers or. what makes witches, warlocks, wizards, and sorcerers different from any other human? they can wield their magic with great acuity, humans evolved specifically to temper the breath of the universe.

[houseofpunk]

C(atholic) M(artyr) Punk <3

[tag-that-oc]

Ship name for Zephyr and Artume?

zephume or artyr

[ahmar-bakra]

Spell out your url with song titles and tag 10 people. 

a ncient dreams in a modern land - MARINA

h ell's coming with me - Poors Mans Poison

m artyr - Theocracy

a chilles come down - gangofyouthsband

r unaway - AURORA

b lood in the wine - AURORA

a nger of gods - YuGiOh OST

k ing - Lauren Aquilina

r ise up -Zayde Wolf

a valon - Taku Iwasaki

tagged by: @devildukem <3

tagging: Im late and everyone already did it but if you didn't, steal away <3

[yr-martyr]

So we could be gods for a day 🪻🌙

[timdcook4]

https://x.com/VOM_USA/status/1743108832958509376?s=09

V(-oice) O(-f the) M(-artyrs) serves

[winterhill-aria]

St Nicholas II of Russia, Tsar Martyr

[beast-feast]

I couldn't put the Hunter in so I guess he's special and gets his own post lmao

[laufire]

Hello! Steroline/Hizzie anon from earlier here. The similarities I was noticing were mostly small trivial things. But, the biggest thing I noticed was a parallel between the two ships that actually comes from a scene in TVD season 8, that I just happened to remember while rewatching season 6. I believe it’s in 8x13, where Stefan is in the hospital & Caroline is pissed at him for wanting to leave town to right his wrongs. The exact quote is “Don't you dare say that this is about me! (part 1/4)

This has nothing to do with me. Your walk of atonement and your guilt, your need to be a martyr to your past, that is all for you.” And as soon as I remembered the scene it immediately made me think of how Lizzie basically berates Hope for her martyr complex any chance she gets. (Which could honestly be a post in itself to explore why that concept is something that is so bothersome to her.) (part 2/4)

I think out of all the characters on Legacies, Lizzie without a doubt is the one who brings it up most often and seems to be affected by her constant need to sacrifice the most. Here’s a couple of moments I could think of off the top of my head where she brings it up directly. Lizzie: “Do you really have that much of a martyr complex that you couldn't just oh, I don't know ask one of us how we were doing?” (2x05) Lizzie: “Capital M-artyr complex, Hope.” (also 2x05) (part 3/4)

Lizzie: “I’m unique and special. And for some reason, I'm really emo about it. Wait here while I go sacrifice myself unnecessarily.” (2x16)That’s about as far as I got with my thoughts, so I was hoping that maybe you’d have something to add to the conversation. Thank you so much for your time & for answering by the way! (part 4/4) 

Oh, that’s an interesting one. It also reminds me of how in season six one of the reasons I gave in to Steroline was how yes, Caroline was in love and more attuned to him than to any other guy, but she was more clear-eyed about his bs and told him off like this, instead of continuing the idealization of previous seasons as I feared (I know non-SC shippers would argue with me on that point lmao, but whatever).

Lizzie has a similar clear view of Hope, despite being genuinely fond of the other girl (like in her conversation with Alaric on the pilot, or in those scenes you mention), and I appreciate it. Not to mention I LOVE how she mocks Chosen One Wangst. Look, some Chosen Ones do have it rough due to their context, but ultimately... being a Chosen One type has perks upon perks, and I know if I was one of the people around them I’d lose my shit hearing them talk like this xDD. Caroline had this trait too, in how she mocked certain tropes (Chosen One with Elena, this with Stefan, One Special Girl mentality with guys like Enzo, etc.), and I love that about them.

[astarab1aze]

Do all nightfolk share a religion? Are there any religions that are "false", or are there any gods nobody believes in? Does their popularity affect them?

there's no one overarching religion; there's many, many, and all are centered around the outer gods with few minor. there are a near countless amount of gods that have either been forgotten (both hydre and nocturne fall into this category) or 'killed' by other gods, fate-touched heroes, eaten by the worldeater or the thousand-head hydra. nightfolk tend to believe in their own gods, but there are some who believe in others outside of them - abrahamic gods, japanese spirits, african gods and spirits, native american, etc; there's always cultural mixing, of course! - though this is a much, much rarer occurrance and it's not so much about belief as it is that nightfolk gods are, well, nightfolk gods.

they don't really...name? their religions? they name everything else though. but, for example, nightfolk who worship sanguinach the bloodweaver are called sanguinarians (clerics from certain healing houses are also commonly referred to as bloodweavers). nightfolk who worship mausza and the sightless eye are referred to as oracles or fateweavers colloquially, even though both titles are specific to the upper ranks of their clergy. worshippers of spira thornis are simply referred to as thornisians or thornisian hexbreakers (which is a bit redundant since spira thornis is the hexbreaker; nightfolk legitimately do not care). anyone involved with artyr myrdin is referred to as a member of the 'circle'. followers of the face-eater are either hunters, shifters, or weres, and don't call themselves by any special names.

now, i'll say this: if you've noticed, in all my character bios, effectively all my muses hate sanguinarians. they're largely zealots, tend to believe explicitly in vampire supremacy as sanguinach and the nightfather intended, are extremely violent, lots of terrorism and human sacrifice going on there, orgies - it's all very culty. there are regular people who happen to worship sanguinach but are primarily and strictly healers, separating religion from practice and are, y'know, normies about things (some people do adhere to their oaths).

i got off track--

as far as popularity goes - yes and no. it's not so much about popularity or anything like that, but purpose and results. most adherents get some kind of blessing or curse, depending on denomination - but because there are tangible results to their efforts and tenets, rewards even, it's much easier for them to choose who to worship and commit. of course, often times, that's what grandma and dad were, may as well be too - kind of a lot of that actually. some indoctrination, brainwashing even. no one's hands are clean. most try to pick the lesser evil because there aren't really any good options for them, in terms of religion. worshipping the face-eater sounds nice until you (seemingly) randomly fly into a monstrous rage, hunting and killing anything in your path. worshipping sanguinach sounds cool until you're releasing a herd of blackwyrms into a crowd and watching as children get torn to shreds, mhmm. worshipping mausza and the sightless eye's all starry and aesthetic, until you are quite literally silenced, spiritually shackled, and forced to fulfill their wills or risk watching everything and everyone you ever loved die in some fashion.

they're all generally high risk, high reward types, the main six outer gods? yep. most certainly once mages, all of them. absolute pains in the ass-

well, wait. so the whole outer gods thing is in itself a religion, i suppose. i guess there is sort of a framework there, it's kind of like mmm s.kyrim, now that i think on it.

[mesutceye]

kendimi daha detaylı arşivlemek için defter dışında klasör halinde yazı - not - okuduklarımdan alıntılar - çektiğim fotoğraflar biriktirmeye karar verdim. eskiden bu kadar iddialı işlere gerek yok zannederdim. bir defter yeterliydi. anlatma yöntemleri arttıkça not çeşidi de artyr