#unconquerable soul

[redhairedhobbit]

Day 19: Pandora Sphinx Moth/ The Prison Pits/ Overcoming

I couldn’t do @marimo-art ‘s #maltober prompt list without an Invictus reference, could I? I love the poem too much!! The flowers, nasturtiums, symbolize victory. The prison pits/ escape sequence is one of my favorite parts of the story so far, and the poem Invictus has meant a lot to me since I was young. This design is basically a remix of the design elements of one of my tattoos, and is reminding me why the symbolism meant and still means so much to me.

[if-loki-was-a-fox]

"I Am The Captain Of My Soul" Compilation

Part 19:

Part 20:

Part 21:

Part 45:

Part 49:

[lwh-writing]

Only one of these is a lie. All the rest are 100% genuine lore that will make themselves known in due time. Have fun guessing which is which ;)

[eyeless-vagabond]

Oh gosh I haven’t vented about Oscar yet have I??? What a man, truly! It’s too late rn but I (like always nowadays it seems) I have thoughts on how he fit into the narrative, and how his nature changed John’s opinions and Arthur’s outlook on how he views his relationship with John in one fowl swoop! Does that make any sense?? Anyway that’s the short of it, I do hope we get to hear from him again. And it’s not to hear what was in that letter, cause that scene when Arthur was giving up… and John rehearsed ‘unconquerable soul’ (T ^ T) that moment was just perfection. From the set up to the pay off, and everything that happened in between.

You see the end, I see a breakthrough

[empirearchives]

“It’s the unconquerable soul of man, and not the nature of the weapon he uses, that ensures victory.”

— Napoleon Bonaparte

[cuppajj]

Celestial Kingdom Energy Department notes on “The Sarcophagus” - written at behest of Her Unconquerable Celestial Cheese Cookie and approved by Lead Supervisor Goggles Cheesebird

The energy cell is, as designed, a containment device built-to-request for the spoil - identified as client [READ: Unknown Origin - under review by Chronicler] retrieved by the Queen. Its purpose is to serve as a primary energy distribution and conservation chamber for the continued efforts of Kingdom Restoration and Revitalization, linked to [citation needed] sectors AA, AB and AC of the kingdom’s grid. The energy cell is comprised of an outer shell to which the External Links from the processing facility are connected, as well as the machinations for diagnostics and wellness. The front hatch folds back to reveal the inner chamber where the spoil is housed.

The Soul Jam identical to Her Radiance is stored in the inner chamber. Subject (ID:) “Burning Spice Cookie”, currently in possession of the artifact, is subdued and preserved along with it. Ample care is required to uphold the stability of the contents of The Sarcophagus, therefore, as the Soul Jam’s unintelligible power must be siphoned and processed evenly to ensure equal energy distribution. As the host of the outlier Soul Jam has access to this power, procedures have been established to keep it in a state of stability. Currently the subject is in continuous stasis, with wellness diagnostics run once per day to monitor its function. Motion and sound are absent. Subject is in good health [visible aberration has been ruled correlative to procedure] and remains cooperative. (ADDENDUM: recent conscience tests uncovered a change in behavior: while the body is dormant, the mind fluctuates between varying degrees of awareness. Further research by Her Radiance is being conducted.) When running diagnostics, the inner chamber is exposed and lowered to a more accessible position. At all other times the inner chamber is concealed by the external shell.

Additional Notes:

Her Unconquerable has separated research on “Burning Spice Cookie” from the Soul Jam itself. For future reference, matters of the Soul Jam are under jurisdiction of the Energy Department, while anything regarding its host is reserved for the Queen herself. Wellness diagnostics are to ensure the Soul Jam remains in a stable medium. Additionally, information regarding the acquisition of the Soul Jam and its medium are to be kept classified. [Please remain aware of the aforementioned visible aberration (needs citation) present on the subject’s right arm; its magic does not seem to respond to the energy cell’s mechanics. Research will be conducted if requested.]

Please alert Her Radiance of any changes in the subject’s behavior. Ignore deviations when she is present. Soul Jam research will be forwarded to her as well. Once the medium is no longer deemed valuable, please separate it from the Soul Jam. [Estimated time until then is uncertain - retain this information regardless.]

Consult Maintenance if distribution affects the servers.

Written and signed: Energy Department Review Team

[fawnslatte]

What Do They Pride Themselves At?

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 Sylus x Reader ˖ Rafayel x Reader ˖ Caleb x Reader.

𓂃 . 𐑞 Masterlist ˖ ࣪ . ‹3

𓂃 . 𐑞 Sylus ︶ ⟢

Traits and Characteristics: Sylus is a confident and sensual man, he gets what he wants with his quick wit and his tactical intimidation. His tall posture helps him with gaining respect at first glance, and he was handsome enough to turn heads left and right. His fighting abilities paired with his Evol, Energy Manipulation, made him a unconquerable force and one of the worst (or best) opponent someone ever wishes to face. His voice was deep and smooth, jaded around the edges in a way you have voiced how much you loved it. For all that, he is proud of.

Romance and Courting: Sylus romanced you with thorns and sincerity. His want to be closer to you and love you was something he worked hard for. He is a provider and a protector, willing to give you everything and anything you want. He is a charming talker and will give you as many compliments as much as he gives you warnings, instructions and advice. He is a contradiction of rough and gentle, your comfort being his first priority. His has a deep and profound understanding of your character and your relationship, in a way that actions and words don't need to be initiated for you to know that he loves you with his entire soul and heart. For all that, he is proud of.

𓂃 . 𐑞 Rafayel ︶ ⟢

Traits and Characteristics: Rafayel is a spontaneous and creative man, his silver-tongue has gotten him many successful deals and persuasions negotiations. He is carefree and does not let anything to get in the way of his expressiveness. The body of a swimmer, packing yet lithe, almost elegant garned him a lot of appreciative looks. His Evol, Fire Manipulation, was one of the strongest around, and he uses it to protect you from any harm that you may face. His passion for life is one that he genuinely cherishes. His art and you, that he is proud of.

Romance and Courting: Rafayel romanced you with subtle obsession and gentleness. He has a dark side that he doesn't want you to immediately see, in case you will rethink their entire relationship. He pursuits with caution but with sincerity, a well cultivated plan to get you to be comfortable around him. Dramatic actions and flairs, watching you smile with your heart and mirth in your eyes became one of the biggest reasons he's still breathing. A understanding bond that's meant to be unbreakable. For all that, he is proud of.

𓂃 . 𐑞 Caleb ︶ ⟢

Traits and Characteristics: Caleb is a nurturing and protective man, it wouldn't be a exaggeration to say that he does everything for you. He does have autonomy, a kind and generous person who helps his friends and comrades. He makes threats without even thinking about it. His Evol, Gravity Manipulation, gave him the advantage of shielding you from harm completely, and establishing his authority over people who think they can talk over him. Caring actions and cheerful disposition gained him many admirers on the way, along with many loyal subordinates and allies. For all that, he is proud of.

Romance and Courting: Caleb romanced you with the intensity of someone who is already yours and knows nothing else. Obsession, infatuation, overprotectiveness and absolute adoration, he wants to keep you safe above anything else, as protecting you is the ultimate goal in his life. Caring for you and spoiling you rotten with acts of service, he has you figured out like the palm of his hand. For all that, he is proud of.

𓂃 . 𐑞 © 2025 fawnslatte. ︶ ⟢

[malewifingit]

I'm meeting you at your house for a hug

🙂🥰😍

meet me at my house

[sugoi-writes]

Invictus - Alastor x GN! Reader (Fluff / Comfort)

A/N: Ahh, depression! Here is a little piece that hit me across the face while I was trying to recoup. Mentions of Alastor's regrets/angst, his mother's death (briefly/sparingly), reader is struggling mentally. I hope this can bring some comfort to folks who are going through it rn!

(lightly proofread, and made in heat of the moment, so sorry in advance!)

"...do you ever wish that you weren't the Radio Demon, Alastor? That you weren't the person you became?" 

Alastor blinks, looking up to you from across the table. What an absurd, curious question to ask. You were always full of these ideas, ones that perplexed him to no end. But when he saw the look in your glazed over, simmering gaze... he decided that humoring you would be best. 

"...come again? I don't quite understand the question, dear." 

Hands were fidgeting below the table, chest feeling tight as you formulated your next sentence. You felt like your ribcage was being crushed by a hydrolic press. The grueling, agonizing pressure from your anxiety was threatening to make you keel over. And for a moment, you thought you might give in to the feeling. Thank the stars for Alastor's reciprocation in this conversation. 

"Like... Do you ever hate the place you're at right now? As a person? Do you ever wish you could start over again? Turn a new leaf? New name, new face, new space.... I know you think 'redemption' is bullshit, but..." 

You continue to avoid him and his steely eyes, a sad smile gracing your forlorn face," If you had a chance to... Not be yourself. To start over and lead a different life... Would you?" 

Alastor's mind pondered many things. The reason he was sentenced to rot hell. The reason that his mother died. The way that he was raised, the people who he fratenized with in life. The accursed deal he was entangled in. There were many things that made him who he was. There were things that even he regretted. But for all intents and purposes, he was exactly who he needed to be... But he could always be more. 'More' would never be enough, truly. 

And so Alastor took a sip of his coffee, eyes down cast to the newspaper in his other hand," ...I suppose anyone would like a chance to start over. For menial reasons or otherwise." 

You didn't notice the way he smiled, your eyes still down cast to your trembling hands. 

"But if it's all the same to you, darling... I rather like the person you are now." 

Your eyes developed hot tears, threatening to cascade down your flushed face at any moment. Alastor sighs heavily, setting his newspaper down on the coffee table. 

"Invictus. Have you heard of the poem Invictus by William Ernest Henley?" 

You blink, a few tears tumbling down your cheeks," I... Can't say that I have, honestly." Alastor hums in acknowledgement, manifesting a parchment out of thin air. 

"Would you care to hear it?" 

You make eye contact with Alastor, his smile simple, unforced. His face hung perfectly neutral as he waited for your permission. You, of course, had no qualms about hearing his voice. 

"O-Of course... Go ahead." 

Alastor cleared his throat, leaning back in his chair as he began. 

"Out of the night that covers me,

Black as the pit from pole to pole,

I thank whatever gods may be

For my unconquerable soul." 

A part of you smiled on the inside. Unconquerable.... This was definitely Alastor-coded to you. You didn't comment on this as he continued.

"In the fell clutch of circumstance

I have not winced nor cried aloud.

Under the bludgeonings of chance

My head is bloody, but unbowed." 

You feel the tension in your shoulders disappearing, slumping forward as your body finally relaxed. Something about his voice, the evenness and clarity of his tone made you react physically. You couldn't put your finger on it... But he soothed you. He always had. 

When Alastor stood, your eyes widened, watching as he started to advance towards you. 

"Beyond this place of wrath and tears

Looms but the Horror of the shade,

And yet the menace of the years

Finds and shall find me unafraid." 

The filter over his voice thickens, typically a telltale sign of Alastor's emotions fluctuating. Was he frustrated with you? Cross with you? You should have known better than to talk to him like this... God, what an idiot you were. But Alastor didn't feel this way. Alastor strode directly to your side, a hand settling on the top of your chair. With a flick of the wrist, he dismissed the parchment. He was quoting the poem from memory now.

"It matters not how strait the gate,

How charged with punishments the scroll" 

Alastor leans down to you, his free hand going to your shoulder. He shakes it gently, his radio filter fizzling out. His voice was left raw and bare, only for you to hear. His smile reached his eyes as he continued, his gaze not wavering from yours. 

"I am the master of my fate,

I am the captain of my soul." 

A comfortable, round silence fell between the two of you. You were conscious of his warmth, his hand resting gently on your shoulder. You were aware of his heartbeat, strong and steady like a metronome. You were aware of his stature, bent heavily at the hip to match your height. Your felt his eyes, kind and sincere, searching yours for a spark. You felt your heart flutter for a moment, as the weight of the poem and it's meaning settled over you. 

"What a lovely poem, Alastor," was all you could mutter, voice dry and brittle from your fragile, emotional state. 

"Of course. A powerful one, at that. I reflect on it often when I feel an inkling of... Doubt. Trepidation." 

Alastor, the one-and-only Radio Demon, having self doubt? What a troubling thing for him to entrust in you. 

"I encourage you to remember it well. And, you must reflect on it when these feelings of regret and anguish wash over you. I find that it can be very helpful; illuminating. It can remind you of your importance; your agency in your afterlife." 

Alastor, in a rare moment of tenderness, pats the top of your head, letting his fingers curl and run through your hair. 

"Shall we talk about anything else that troubles you, darling?' 

You blink, still reeling from the poem, it's gravity, and the kindness being showered upon you," N-No I.... No, I think I feel much better now. Thank you, Alastor." 

The Radio Demon accepts your answer, giving your hair a playful ruffle. He stands back up to his full height, his hand retracting from you slowly. 

"Anytime, dear. Though I think it's time to get a head start on the day, hmm?" You look up to the Radio Demon, who already has a cup of coffee summoned for you. You smile, graciously accepting the offering. 

"Of course... But... Could you... Y'know?" You tilt your head torwards Alastor's free hand, asking for more contact. Alastor sighs dramatically, before granting you more affection. Just look at how hopeless you were... It was almost too much.

"I suppose a minute or two more of this wouldn't hurt, would it?" 

[rhaenyrathecruell]

The look of love  

                                     

            Aemond Targaryen x Aegon's betrothed reader  

              Warnings: love struck Aemond, and longing on from both parties. Tooth rotting fluffy goodness. Not enough Aemond cuteness on this platform. ambiguous ending An: Inspired by the song “number 1 party anthem” by the Artic monkeys. Just a short drabble i thought of while watching Aemond edits. Word count: 1,459 

His heart pounds in his chest, every fiber of his being aches as he watches you interact with his brother. You laugh at his jokes, smile at his words, and he wonders if you could ever look upon him that way, if you could ever see him as someone beyond the cold façade he presents.  

The betrothal stands between you like an unconquerable wall, but Aemond's feelings *surge* and *burn* beneath the surface. You're so close, yet so untouchable. He aches to hold you, to feel the warmth of your touch, to know the taste of your lips.  

As if you can sense his eyes on you, your head rises and your eyes lock on his. Time stands still as your gaze meets his. The air is suddenly charged with an electric tension as Aemond's eye meets yours, the world fading away. His breath hitches in his chest, and for a moment, he's lost in the depths of your eyes, his heart pounding with unspoken desire.  

 Your eyes sparkle in the orange light of the room. Aegon is still talking to you but all you can see and think of is Aemond.  Aemond's stare turns intense, his eye filled with a mixture of longing and intensity. He's powerless against the pull of your gaze, as if his very soul is beckoned forth, drawn towards you like a moth to a flame. 

Aemond takes a hesitant step towards you, his jaw clenched, every nerve in his body on fire. It's as if everything and everyone else ceases to exist, leaving only the two of you, suspended in this moment of unspoken attraction. As if you're on autopilot, you excuse yourself from the table and walk slowly towards Aemond. your movements are unsure but you can’t bring yourself to stop.  

 He sucks in a breath as you reach him, the softness of your voice sending a shiver down his spine. His hand, seemingly of its own volition, reaches out to gently brush a loose strand of hair away from your face.  

"How are you?" *He asks, his voice slightly hoarse, laced with a mix of longing and restraint.    

“I-I’m okay. How are you?” you say with a unsteady but soft tone 

He hesitates for a moment, his voice slightly unsteady as well. 

I'm okay, he wants to say, but there's so much more on his mind, his lips desperate to convey the storm of emotions swirling within him.  

"I'm well," He says, his eye fixed on you, drinking in every detail, committing them to memory. The sleek blue bejeweled dress that you wear glistens in the light. Its color bright and rich like a sapphire, he tells himself you wore it for him. 

"Are you enjoying the feast?” He asks. 

 "It is pleasant, though your absence from the table has been noticeable.” You answer. 

His heart pounds in his chest at your observation. You've noticed him. 

"I needed some air," *He responds, a hint of vulnerability creeping into his voice as his gaze lingers on your face. He takes a small step closer, drawn to your presence, the distance between you becoming increasingly unbearable.  

"I'm..." He hesitates to answer.  As if sensing his discomfort you speak once more. “i was hoping you would give me the honor of a dance?” 

His heart skips a beat at your request, a mix of surprise and anticipation coursing through him. The possibility of dancing with you, to hold you close - to have that one moment - it's too tempting to refuse, but he tries to maintain his composure.* 

"Of course," He manages, his voice almost a whisper as he offers you, his hand.  

His palm is sweaty, fingers quivering slightly with the weight of his longing.  

As you take his hand, Aemond's skin is set on fire, the touch sending a surge of warmth through him. His senses are heightened, acutely aware of every point of contact as he leads you to the dance floor.  

His gaze never leaves you, his eye drinking in every facet and feature of your face. The sight of you is both a torment and a comfort, the pull between you growing stronger with each step. The air between you is filled with deep longing. A comfortable yet foreign feeling. You both begin to dance, your eyes only leaving each other's when he spins you. 

The world blurs as Aemond draws you close, his hand gently guiding you into the dance.  

The dance was as intimate as it was electrifying, every motion charged with longing. Each touch, each turn, each moment of connection only deepened the unspoken connection between them.  

Aemond's eye never leaves yours even as he spins you, a moment of separation followed by an eager return. His touch lingers, his hand staying at the small of your back as he pulls you closer. 

 We sway together, our bodies moving in a symphony, but there's a tension that hangs in the air heavier than the music. Your sudden silence is palpable, and Aemond's eye searches your face, reading every flicker of emotion, every unspoken word. He wants to ask you a million things, to confess every feeling he's ever had, but his voice eludes him, stuck in his throat along with the words he so badly wishes to express. 

“I am nervous.” you blurt out finally finding your voice again. 

He's taken aback by your unexpected admission, his features softening, his hand at your back subtly tightening just a fraction as he takes the initiative to pull you closer still, a reassuring gesture to quell your nerves and to soothe his own. 

"Why?" He asks softly, 

“Marriage… to Aegon.” you whisper. 

The mention of your betrothal to Aegon is like a dagger to his heart. His jaw clenches, and his gaze flickers, torn by a tangle of feelings. There are unspoken emotions on his part, the desire burning within him even as he struggles with the reality of Aegon's place in your life. It's a bitter reminder that you're not his to claim, no matter how much he wants to. 

His grip on you tightens almost imperceptibly. He wants to say that you don't have to marry Aegon, that he can make it better but he can’t/ 

“I know it is my duty but I….” You hesitate to finish your words. 

He sees it, the turmoil in your expression, the words unsaid. Duty vs Desire. 

Aemond can't help but wonder what it would be like if you could break free from your duty, if he could tell you his own feelings.... 

"But.." He prompts gently, almost in a whisper, a desperate attempt to coax you to open up.  

“I find myself thinking of another man’s presence.” you admit reluctantly. 

His breath hitches, his mind racing with questions and emotions. A single sentence, yet it's as if an inferno has been ignited within him. 

"What...what do you mean?" He asks, his voice barely audible above the music, his heart slamming in his chest in anticipation and dread. 

“i feel affection for you..” you say softly awaiting his reaction. 

His body seems to freeze, every fiber of him aching to move closer, to claim you, his grip on you tightening slightly in a silent admission. 

"You do?" Aemond's voice is shaky, his desire and disbelief in collision. He searches your eyes, hoping for a hint, a glimmer of confirmation, a glimmer that you feel the same way, that he's not imagining this. 

“I have never met anyone like you.” you add. 

Aemond's heart feels like it's going to burst. You've admitted the feelings he'd hoped for but never dared hope to hear. 

"And I, you" He responds honestly, his voice trembling with the intensity of his unspoken emotions.  

He swallows, eyes searching yours as if seeking permission, his hand at your back pulling you closer despite every rule of nobility, "You're betrothed..." He manages to say, a reminder of the hard reality. 

“i wish it were you.” you reply honestly. 

The admission sends shockwaves through him, his grip tightening. He wants to throw caution to the wind, to sweep you away to a life together, away from this suffocating web of duty and expectation. He meets your gaze, a mix of longing and conflict in his eye, the reality of your situation like a chasm between them. 

"I.." He struggles, the words like sandpaper to his throat, "I do too..."  

[lwh-writing]

9 Truths & 1 Lie:

I think all of these are true in some form, and the lie is only a lie because of one or two words. I have two main thoughts, tho I voted Dan in the end because I think we'll see all of this but it was a tough call between him and Ellie.

Ellie being the youngest board of directors member would need a HELLA good fake identity in order get there, and the only reason Tim was in the company was his incredible genius and also nepotism. But if Vlad is gone....what happens to his company? This could be an in for Ellie, of she starts as Vlad's heir. Or Dan's heir, if he was the one who took over post a redemption. (Gotta have a secret earth identity and all that!)

Dan tho, I think of THIS one is the lie, it's going to be a lie because of the wording. If it's a lie, my bet is that Dan DOES become a lantern, but isn't really redeemed. There is a lot to play with in regards to Black/White/Unltraviolet Corps that would be cool with Dan. If he IS redeemed but ISN'T a lantern...it's because instead he becomes the ENTITY to a Lantern Corp, but not necessarily a lantern himself. This is the one I hope for, because it would be really, really funny if Danny is the Ghost King and Dan becomes the Entity for the Black Lantern Corps or something similar to The Ultraviolet Corps, with him being a phantom/unseen emotion ext ect.

Also hi yes, your fic is an ABSOLUTE DELIGHT and the new chapter was very very fun and I agree Phantom Planet is a delightful sandbox as long as some dogshit is shoveled out first before we play in it.

(I like to think in a Phantom Planet-Ghost-King au, that defeating Pariah Dark would have been what gave Danny candidacy to be Ghost King, but not the crown or title itself. UNITING The Ghost Zone under his command to save the Earth from the Disasteriod is what actually finalized his claim and ultimately ensured Danny got crowned.)

Thanks for the analysis!

Good catch on Vlad's companies now being in a bit of a limbo with him missing. Realistically, the company(s) would need to be left to SOMEBODY. But is that somebody Ellie, and did she want to claim them if so?

And an interesting take on Dan and the Lanterns! There is definitely some ambiguity there: was Dan truly redeemed? Is he truly a Lantern? Only time will tell.

Glad to hear you're loving the story and I hope I can continue to deliver!

[neosatsuma]

JOHN KNOWS INVICTUS AND RECITES IT PERFECTLY IN PLACE OF OSCAR'S LETTER, Arthur asks in amazement where he'd even learned the poem and John says he isn't sure, maybe he'd "always known it." But I knew I'd heard Arthur recite it before -- to Yellow.

(Faroe’s Song starts to play as Arthur recites. Occasionally, the bed squeaks.)

‘Out of the night that covers me,

Black as the Pit from pole to pole,

I thank whatever gods may be

For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance,

I have not winced nor cried aloud.

Under the bludgeonings of chance

My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears

Looms but the Horror of the shade,

And yet the menace of the years

Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,

How charged with punishments the scroll,

I am the master of my fate:

I am the captain of my soul.’

YELLOW: What is that?

ARTHUR: A poem.

YELLOW: You wrote it?

ARTHUR (yawning): No. Someone much more human than I.

YELLOW: Why did you share that?

ARTHUR: Because… it’s beautiful. It makes me feel strong. It makes me… feel. (He sighs.) Doesn't it make you?

YELLOW (uncertain): I suppose.

ARTHUR: I feel so sick. I ca…

YELLOW: Sleep it off.

(He yawns again.)

YELLOW: This too shall pass.

So NOT ONLY does John know the poem that Arthur told Yellow, but Yellow knows "this too shall pass" before it's told to him (this is ep 21, Yellow's first). There's some connection between them still, some vestige of having been one mind in the past, that's letting them know things only the other was told and I'm!! HHHMMMM!!!!!

[nataliawolff]

This is my favorite poem, it's by William Ernest Henley. It's the description of my soul.

INVICTUS

Out of the night that covers me,

Black as the pit from pole to pole,

I thank whatever gods may be

For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance

I have not winced nor cried aloud.

Under the bludgeonings of chance

My head is bloody but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears

Looms but the Horror of the shade,

And yet the menace of the years

Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,

How charged with punishments the scroll,

I am the master of my fate,

I am the captain of my soul.

[lichtluxx]

A compilation of prayers for Lucifer I found (in books & the internet)

Lucifer, master of the world, lord of the air, master of the earth, Lucifer, I thank you for your glorious presence, for the illumination, for the clarity, may you always be with me and your name always be praised.

Lord Lucifer, as I reflect on my past I give my thanks to you for all you have taught me. You showed me truth when I was lied to. You taught me to find strength in myself. You gave me wisdom in times of need. Through many times in my life you were there for me when I felt lost, alone, and weak. You lifted me up and made the light to shine down upon me, illuminating my path. Hail Lucifer. I give you my thanks, my love, and my eternal devotion. Amen.

I ask of you, Lucifer, to grant me wisdom and aide in obtaining stability in material matters. In your name I invoke the strength of your nature to aide me. Lord Lucifer, hear my prayer.

It is our Lord Lucifer who hath brought us from the darkness into the light. He brightens our path so that we may find enlightenment. We honor him. His winds carry with them the promise of lessons learned for this lifetime. Hail Lucifer.

I am not one of them, I don’t believe in what they do. I know I am one of you, Lucifer, the fallen angel, come to me. Lucifer, heal the pain inside my heart, heal my broken heart. I close my eyes and see your goodness and the truth, Lucifer, you are here.

Lucifer, bright morning star. God of light and darkness, order and chaos: God of poetry, wisdom, rebellion, love and enlightenment. God of the black flame and the great adversary. I call upon you, for I need you.

May your black flame burn bright within me, like the morning star! Bring me enlightenment and help me to ascend into Godhood! Teach me your adversarial ways.

O mighty Lord Lucifer, by whom all things are set free, I cast myself utterly into your arms and place myself unreservedly under your all-powerful protection.

Comfort me and deliver me from all of the hindrances and snares of all those who wish to harm me, both seen and unseen. Visit justice and vengeance upon those who seek my destruction: render them powerless and devastated. Direct their malice to return upon them tenfold and destroy all who would resent my being.

Fill my soul with your invincible power and strengthen me, that I may persevere in my service to You, and to act as an agent of Your works and a vessel of Your unconquerable will. This I ask in Your name, almighty and ineffable King, who lives and reigns forevermore.

AVE LUCIFER!

O, Lucifer, bearer of light and knowledge, I seek the path of understanding. Grant me the courage to face my inner shadows, the strength to rise above limitations, and the wisdom to embrace my truth.

In your light, I find my resolve. In your fire, I find transformation. Guide me to see the beauty in my struggles and the strength in my independence. May I walk boldly in the dark and carry your flame of wisdom within.

So be it.

[starw0man]

Hekate: the Greek Goddess of the Crossroads and Witchcraft

Hekate is the Greek Goddess of witchcraft, the moon, magic, sorcery, necromancy, and ghosts. She helps to lead the ghosts into the underworld and she helps them to transition from life to death. She is a guide for souls who are navigating the journey from one realm to another. She is also the Goddess of the crossroads and doorways. She is a Goddess of the night and is often depicted carrying a torch. She is often depicted with the dark (new) moon and is associated with it. Hekate is often depicted as a triple faced Goddess and this triple form is associated with her role of the crossroads and being able to see all sides of the crossroads. She is not the maiden, mother, and crone as this was a newer belief that got associated with Her. She is also able to see the past, present, and future. She is a guide through darkness and a protector against evil. You can grant her offerings at a crossroads or on an altar dedicated to her. Hekate is a wanderer and she works on gathering souls to the Underworld and helping people with transitions.

Hekate is the daughter of the Titans, Perses and Asteria, but some have said that she is the daughter of Zeus and Demeter. After helping the Greek Gods defeat the Titans, Hekate was given power over heaven, sea, and earth from Zeus. When Persephone was abducted, Hekate and Helios hear Persephone’s cries when Hades abducts her. After Demeter had searched for Persephone for nine days, Hekate came to Her with a torch in her hands on the tenth day. Hekate reported to Demeter what She had heard but did not know who had taken Her daughter. Hekate helped Demeter search for Persephone and took Her to Helios, the Sun god, who reported what He saw. Once Persephone was reunited with Demeter, Hekate embraced Her. Hekate then became Persephone’s companion in the Underworld when She returned there for 6 months each year.

In antiquity, Hekate was mostly known as the Goddess of the crossroads and was seen as a protector. Many people turned to her so she could guard their home and protect their loved ones. Hekate is usually given offerings at the crossroads as a way to protect people from the dead or negative spirits or energies.

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Most notable epithets associated with Hekate:

Hekate has many epithets associated with her, so I will focus on the ones that are most notable and well-known:

☾ Adamantae: “Unconquerable,” “untamable Goddess”

☾ Apotropaios: “Averting,” “Averter”

☾ Astrodia: “Star-walker,” “star-courser”

☾ Brimo: “angry one,” “terrifying”

☾ Chthonia: “chthonic,” “of the earth”

☾ Dadouchos: “torch-bearer”

☾ Deichteira: “teacher,” “revealer”

☾ Enodia: “of the crossroads,” “of the roads,” “of the path”

☾ Gorgo: “The grim,” “the Gorgon”

☾ Hieros Pyr: “Holy fire”

☾ Kthonia: “Of the Underworld,” “of the earth”

☾ Kleidouchos: “Key-holder,” “key-keeper”

☾ Klôthaiê: Spinner of fate

☾ Nychia/Nykhia: “nocturnal,” “Nocturnal-One,” “Goddess of the Night”

☾ Ourania: “Celestial,” “Heavenly”

☾ Pammetor: “Mother of all”

☾ Paskikrateia: “Universal Queen,” “All-powerful,” “who dominates all”

☾ Phosphoros: “Light-bringer”

☾ Propolos: “She Who Leads,” “guide,” “companion,” “servant

☾ Pyrophoros: “Fire-bearer,” “torch-bearer”

☾ Soteira: “savior”

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Symbols and signs associated with Hekate:

• Keys

• Dogs, specifically black dogs

• Torches

• Polecat

• Serpents

• Lions

• Garlic

• Crossroads or doorways

• The number 3

• The number 13

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Offerings to give Hekate:

☽ Garlic

☽ Onions

☽ Keys

☽ Moonstone

☽ Labradorite

☽ Eggs

☽ Wine

☽ Rosemary

☽ Mugwort

☽ Lavender

☽ Black obsidian

☽ Hematite

☽ Pomegranates

☽ Black/smoky quartz

☽ Divination tools or tarot cards

☽ Images of dogs

☽ Crow, raven, or owl feathers

☽ statue and artwork of Her

☽ Black, red, and purple candles

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Devotional activities to do for Hekate:

ִֶָ࣪☾. Tarot reading

ִֶָ࣪☾. Spell work

ִֶָ࣪☾. Shadow work

ִֶָ࣪☾. Donating to an animal shelter or volunteering at one

ִֶָ࣪☾. Helping and being friendly towards dogs

ִֶָ࣪☾. Devoting time at night to Her

ִֶָ࣪☾. Studying herbs and plants

ִֶָ࣪☾. Holding a feast for Her and having all Her favorite food and drinks

ִֶָ࣪☾. Create a devotional playlist to Her

ִֶָ࣪☾. Stargazing, moon gazing, and watching the night sky

ִֶָ࣪☾. Visiting crossroads and leaving an offering there

ִֶָ࣪☾. Visiting graveyards and connecting with the spirits there

ִֶָ࣪☾. Make a Pinterest board for Her

ִֶָ࣪☾. Make a devotional tumblr to Her

ִֶָ࣪☾. Having rituals and casting spells during the dark moon

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Domains:

✩ Liminal spaces

✩ Crossroads

✩ Creatures of the night

✩ Nocturnal magic

✩ Necromancy

✩ Hedge riding

✩ the dark and new moon

✩ Witchcraft and sorcery

✩ Baneful magic

✩ Herbalism

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Teachings:

٠ ࣪⭑ Finding light in darkness

٠ ࣪⭑ Balancing light and dark

٠ ࣪⭑ Honoring the dead and the afterlife/Underworld

٠ ࣪⭑ Honoring transitions and phases

٠ ࣪⭑ She can guide you through change and transformations

٠ ࣪⭑ She can help you navigate obstacles in your path

٠ ࣪⭑ Witchcraft and sorcery

٠ ࣪⭑ Necromancy

٠ ࣪⭑ Magical work

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Important dates:

November 16th, is the sacred night of Hekate. It will be on this Saturday. This is a good day to honor the Goddess and to grant her offerings or to prepare an offering at a crossroads for animals or wandering spirits in Her honor. This is a good time to do a ritual for the Goddess or to practice divination. This is regarded as a powerful night to do spells and offerings and it will help you to deepen your spiritual connection with the Goddess. Also, anytime there is a new moon is a great time to honor and connect with Goddess Hekate and is known as Hekate Deipnon.

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[thetattersoftheking]

Invictus

BY WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY

Out of the night that covers me,

Black as the pit from pole to pole,

I thank whatever gods may be

For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance

I have not winced nor cried aloud.

Under the bludgeonings of chance

My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears

Looms but the Horror of the shade,

And yet the menace of the years

Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,

How charged with punishments the scroll,

I am the master of my fate,

I am the captain of my soul