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nihilizzzm · 9 months

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The fellowship at the house party

tw: drinking alcohol, smoking weed and nicotine

yeah so i might be hangover again but at least it gives me dope post ideas

(disclaimer that makes it even funnier: every description is based on someone i know and i was drinking with, so yeah, call it my slavic heritage ig)

Frodo: His house, not his idea. It was available. He has a big house far away from the city centre, so loud music won’t kill anyone. He specifically said he’a never doing a big party. It happened anyway. At first he is stressed about everything, trying to save as much furniture as he can. Than he decides that fuck it and drinks some beer. At some point he doesn’t care anymore, goes to sleep. No hangover, in the morning he’s drinking coffee and watching everyone cleaning up the mess.

Merry: Very much not his house, very much his idea. Surprisingly he’s not that drunk, but his goal for the night is to get Pippin drunk as fuuuck. He looks after him tho, as much as it’s possible. He invited most of the people. The best dj, not the only one unfortunately, but definitely the most skilled one. Did spend some time in the smoking circle in the garden. Also no hangover (surprisingly v2), helps cleaning. He has his honour.

Pippin: Came to drink and so he did. No shit talking, first thing he said when he entered was ‘where’s vodka?!’. From the very beginning he knew he is gonna be the drunkest. He was not tho, this spot is reserved for someone else, but he was trying his best. Merry helped him a lot. Also he smoked a lot. Anyway right after midnight he passed out, slept under the table. Hangover in the morning, still he was satisfied with himself.

Sam: He helped Frodo decorate. Came earlier and made sandwiches. Some laughed at this idea but at the end of the night there was not a single one left. Pure soul, he doesn’t rly drink. He had like one and a half beer and that’s it. He was sitting with Frodo for the whole night and put him to sleep. In the morning he helped cleaning but most importantly he was the one telling everyone what they have to do.

Gimli: Challenged Legolas to a drinking competition. We all know how it went down. But before he was the best dancer. Ok, maybe not the best but the most committed one. Also came earlier and helped Sam with making drinks, the fancy kind (with what was available and affordable ofc). He was bitching in the morning but helped with the dishes.

Legolas: Oh boy… First of all danced with Gimli, then they fought, then he won the drinking game with him. They kissed in the process, they are in a weird situationship. After the party they started dating. After Gimli passed out he got even more drunk and got into full diva mood. Suddenly he became best friends with Boromir with who he usually is not that close. He is one of the two people who went to buy more booze in the middle of the night to the nearest petrol station. He was also the one who took the most of the photos, mostly blurry tho. Miraculously not hangover. How? Magic ig. Or maybe bc he’s the one who ate all of the sandwiches. Doesn’t clean in the morning, he sits in the kitchen with a tea and posts photos at his insta and laughs at Gimli and Boromir.

Boromir: Had a shitty week at work and with his father so he knew he’s gonna be drunk. But man- Drunk a lot, smoked a lot (he doesn’t even smoke usually??). Literally the amount of booze in his system would kill Pippin. Talking about Pippin they did drink a lot together before Pippin was out. He’s the other half of people who went to the petrol station. Why? He wanted more alcohol and Legolas said he will pay if Boromir would carry everything. They rly started getting along after certain amount if booze. He fell asleep on the couch. Aragorn gave him a bucket, he didn’t need it but in the morning he started thinking it would be better if he did. He didn’t help cleaning, he wasn’t trusting his legs well enough. He was just sitting on the couch in dark glasses and hoped for his life to get together. But Aragorn was sitting with him so it was nice.

Aragorn: Didn’t drink a lot. Smoked weed tho. He was almost all the time in the smoking garden circle with Gandalf. Than went inside to check on people and when he found out Boromir and Legolas are out of the house he lost any hope for a good ending of this night. He got so stoned that when everything was quieting down he was sitting with drunk af Boromir on the couch and started braiding his hair talking about some metaphysical shit. He also became very open about his feelings, Boromir doesn’t remember. They will work it out eventually. Until morning he was sober and made everyone electrolytes and tea. And gave Boromir the glasses. Helped with cleaning.

Gandalf: He brought weed. Didn’t even get inside, literally just sitting and smoking. In the middle of the night disappeared. In the morning texted if everyone is okay and didn’t stop asking until everyone answered. Said he’s never doing it again and that every single one of the members of the fellowship is a stupid bitch. Checked twice on Pippin. Shouted at Boromir with all capital letters for like 20 minutes. Boromir just muted the chat. He did appear on the next party anyway.

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Faramir: Boromir specifically told him not to go, bc he feared the young one will get drunk. He didn’t. Drunk a bit, danced a lot with Eomer and Eowyn. Had fun. Boromir doesn’t know he was there and nobody will ever tell him.

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Hello author 👋☺️ can I request an Ror x op reader scenario please 🥺

-As soon as Ragnarok was announced, Brunnhilde sought you out, knowing full well that you were going to be able to win your fight, hell you could probably fight half of the tournament!

-You were breathtakingly strong, even Thor knew of your strength as you were the only one that could actually give him a challenge.

-You fought more for fun, something to pass the time, rather than a passion, your true passion was baking, your quintuple chocolate fudge brownies could bring even the strongest to their knees.

-You were blessed with an extremely strong body, also with incredible combat skills and knowledge, you were truly a warrior of warriors.

-Which irritated so many in Valhalla when you arrived that you didn’t want to fight or even spar, you just wanted to bake and enjoy your afterlife the way you wanted to. If you did fight, it was only on your terms.

-You initially refused Brunnhilde, until she explained that if the gods won, humanity would be wiped out, which meant you would be wiped out and you wouldn’t be able to bake anymore.

-Oh hell no!

-When you were announced as a fighter, the gods were immediately panicking, knowing that even without a divine weapon, you could win against any of them.

-Zeus tried to bribe you into not fighting, promising to spare your soul, but you didn’t find that fair, just because he didn’t want you to face the gods.

-When Brunnhilde found out about the bribery, she was pissed! Even with your renewed desire to fight, that did little to quell her rage.

-Zeus had to think smartly about your opponent, as he needed someone overpowered, just like you, to even think of standing a chance against you.

-Brunnhilde kept you benched, a wild card is what she called you, just in case if any of the gods tried anything sneaky.

-You weren’t bothered by being benched, cheering on your fellow fighters and mourning when they lost.

-You had grown close to the other fighters, seeing them as friends, and to see them lose was heartbreaking.

-When it was your turn to fight, in the final match, the tournament tied up, Brunnhilde wasn’t going to take any chances.

-You were actually late to your fight, running in, “I’m sorry! I had cookies in the oven!” you never knew what the sound of a stadium full of people all face palming at once sounded like before that moment, what a surreal sound.

-Your opponent was Eris who had an evil smirk on her face, having done her own dirty trick, performing a Volundr with Chernabog, a Slavic god of darkness and evil.

-Even with their dirty trick, you handed their asses to them so easily that Chernabog actually unformed with Eris, revealing their deceit, something that caused outrage on both sides.

-Even two on one, you handled it as if it were a game, not a fight for your life, for all of humanity.

-Thor was actually grinning, amused that you were handling them both easily, he knew that you were going to win.

-You celebrated with the other humans and Valkyries as well as the gods who changed their tune, cheering as you had earned humanity’s salvation!

-Zeus shook your hand personally, actually smiling up at you, almost like he was proud of you, before he and the other gods came together to restore those who had been lost, back to life, causing even more celebration.

-You were so happy that when you got home, you made so many cakes to celebrate with everyone, having a cake party with both gods and humans.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader

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2,3, 5, 10, and 11 (im so sorry if thats a lot afsgjhsfdah)

2. if you gave an in depth description of your story to someone who was not all the way paying attention, what would their takeaway be? oh so you have your standard slavic post nuclear wasteland with MAGIC added to it??? and the old gods are there and simply Just Some Guys that invite you over for parties??? why is everyone so depressed. is it always like that in eastern europe (yes it is)

3. any recurring images/elements? a lot of altars, offerings... they haunt you everywhere you go, no matter how harsh the landscape. besides that, i guess something more specific is the imagery associated with certain deities that subtly shows itself

5. pick a theme song for the tv adaptation. i keep thinking the remix of zvyozdnoe leto from atomic heart fits the vibe!!

10. if your story is titled, why did you choose that title? ahhh that's the thing i'm still trying to figure it out...! i want it to be something meaningful and really tied to slavic tradition you know?

11. give a general summary of the plot/world/characters. the plot? we're basically following the story of a young soul that is unsure of their own place in the world, trying to escape rather than face the reality. eventually that escapism leads them to uncover the truth about the rules of this world and the past that haunts everyone the world? a harsh post apocalyptic reality that is an eclectic mix of this nuclear wasteland of the soviet landscape and demon infested wilderness. old ways are coming back for the better or worse and magic mixes with what technology the ancestors left behind the characters? for the most part people simply trying to survive. but everyone holds their own secrets no? and some are better left unrevealed

#ask #agjkhskjg i'm not the best at summaries i'll be real lol

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burlveneer-music · 2 years

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Curha - III - trombonist/guitarist Curtis Hasselbring’s new album, billed as “Esquivel meets XTC” (and I would describe the cover art by Erdman as “Jim Flora meets Mark Beyer”)

“Curha III” is the third Chant Records release from New York-based trombonist, guitarist and composer Curtis Hasselbring (aka Curha). His most ambitious work yet, the album bristles with imaginative pieces that evoke images of places that don’t exist and events that probably didn’t happen. The music is inspired by both the utopian promise of the exotica/space age pop music of the 1950s and 60s and the jagged dystopian musical explorations of the post-punk era (think Esquivel meets XTC). Curha’s pastiche of catchy melodies, obscured harmony and primal grooves are funneled through his usual assortment of electronics, multi-instrumentalist skills and keen ear for unusual samples. Through it all, more than on previous releases, Hasselbring’s trombone plays a frequently subtle but ever-present role in almost every song. He’s joined by several guests including Eblis Alvarez (guitar and bee noise) of the Meridian Brothers), Doug Wieselman (saxophonist with the Lounge Lizards, Millennial Territory Orchestra), Jeremy Brown (violinist with Golem) and Peter Hess (clarinetist with Philip Glass, Slavic Soul Party).

#Curha #postpunk #new york #chant records #space age #exotica #trombone #2022

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murraysiskind · 1 year

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#music #Spotify

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rabbitmotifs · 1 year

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🙏🧎

#Spotify #music

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poniatowskaja · 2 years

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Alexander Mikhailovich meets “Michael Alexandrovich”

The Associated Press dispatch read: “Grand Duke Alexander of Russia arrived in Hollywood today for a brief stay. Numerous Slavic inhabitants of this city who have based their chief claim to greatness on the fact that they were Aides in the Ducal suite, Generals in the Imperial Army and otherwise high in the Russian Court shenanigans discovered that they had to stay out of town for the next three days.” This surprised me. I had no intention whatsoever of checking up on anybody’s claims. I took it for granted that everything grows fast on the rich soil of California, be it oranges or Russian titles. I came because my manager wanted me to and because I had always been a fervent motion picture fan. One star in particular attracted me, John Gilbert, which was only natural, considering that for many years he had been playing the parts of Russian Grand Dukes. I envied him. His gorgeous boyard costumes, his spectacular supper parties, the informality of his manner, the pair of graceful, unmuzzled tigers that followed on his heels, his dominant way with the beautiful ladies-in-waiting – all this awakened bitter memories of the strict regulations which made myself and my cousins wear plain uniforms, limited our choice of household pets to German dachshunds and Persian cats, and forced us to sleep n narrow, iron bunks so different from those luxurious triple beds constructed in Mr. Gilbert’s apartments. “A Grand Duke of St. Petersburg meets a Grand Duke of Culver City” – I thought this would please even my manager who never stopped complaining that I interfered with his “promotion work”. Unfortunately this epochal meeting never took place. By the time I had delivered my lectures in and around Los Angeles and got through with several “highly respected” lawyers who wanted to see me on the part of “someone” whom I “love very much,” I had to catch my train for Denver and points east. The mysterious “someone” turned out to be none other than Grand Duke Michael Alexandrovich, my late brother-in-law who had been shot by the Bolsheviks twelve years before near the city of Perm. There were four individuals in Los Angeles who claimed to be the “genuine” Grand Duke Michael. Three of them preferred to be represented by their lawyers, but the fourth came to see me in person. A plumpish man of about five-seven (my late brother-in-law stood six-three in his stockinged feet) he spoke with a strong Ukrainian accent and insisted on calling me “Your Holiness”. He made up in courage what he lacked in height and knowledge of titles. His uniform – an exotic mixture of medieval Moscow and modern Culver City – was in itself worth a visit to Los Angeles. “You remember this uniform, Your Holiness,” he exclaimed on entering my room. I did. I had seen it last in Elinor Glyn’s His Hour. “How is my mother?” he inquired next. “His mother” has been dead two years. He took this news bravely. Just touched his eyes with an enormous monogrammed handkerchief and said , “God bless her soul.” “The local papers don’t go in much for international news,” explained his escort, a white-haired, dignified person who looked like an old-fashioned president of a college. I waited. I was in no hurry to throw them out; the primitiveness of their fakery made it thoroughly unoffensive. “Some of the best people in this town are my closest friends,” said the gentleman of many medals. I waited again. “They believe me implicitly but I thought a signed affidavit of Your Holiness might help me to disarm the enemies of the Romanoffs.” I said a few words in French to my secretary. “You are not angry?” asked the escort. “Not at all,” I said, “I simply asked my secretary to bring his camera.”

“A camera?”

“Yes, a camera. I would like to take a photograph of your friend. I have quite a collection of men posing as Grand Duke Michael Alexandrovich but I never saw anything like him.”

“I used to wear a beard,” said the imposter timidly.

“That was wrong,” I advised. “Never do it again. Just stay as you are.”

“So you won’t sign the affidavit?”

“Sorry, old man.”

“I guess we’d better go,” said the escort.

They left as they had come. Heads up, their courage undiminished, their faces reflecting straightforwardness and honesty. I hope for their sake that they are still being received by the “best people” in Los Angeles. In a world overridden by a passion for details they seemed to be the last Mohicans of the Theatre that was Theatre.

‘Always a Grand Duke’ by ‘Alexander, Grand Duke of Russia’, chapter 13.

#Romanov #Alexander Mikhailovich #Michael Alexandrovich #Russian history #Russian Revolution

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zooterchet · 26 days

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Pre-Law History (War on Terror, UMass-Amherst)

Scenario: The People's Crusade, a media stoked movement.

Response: We need these cows, the Arabs stole our meat.

The First Crusade, the sack of Armenia for holding Slavics as Russian Orthodoxy, Satanists outside the Gypsy gene.

Response: Satan, is a deliberate faith, to be reversed through athletics; not battle, the proper murder, outside of prison's threat of the cell as an athlete.

The Third Crusade, the betrayal of the Jordan River Valley tower, unpaid labor.

Response: Anything on a non-payer commune, is open to a snitch; you need to understand the face of a foe, not the truth. Truth, is outside of money. But money, rules the world, that's a teacher.

The Children's Crusade, the sales of children in the thousands to African slavery in exchange for marijuana seeds and samples, "Houses in Scotland".

Response: "Con Air"; each of you convicts, are a job, and you've been in prison, your entire life. Don't go in with the Africans, you've been raised "black", and they're far older at the game. The Oath of the Italian Mafia; find the Boss, the Don, the Chump. She isn't what she seems.

The Fifth Crusade, Pierre the Coward, the Red Badge of Courage, versus Saladin, the Witch Hunter, the arts war of al-Qaeda.

Response: Starscream, the Decepticons, the Catholics, versus Optimus Prime, the Autobots, the Arabs. This is a rare treat, if you can find Northrup Grumman; the Charleboises.

The Eighth Crusade, the death of the German King, due to heart attack from falling in the Rhine River, forced into place.

Response: Any leadership war, is nothing without the King; but why do you have to have the King, on the spot? He's sacrificed himself, by coming to your quarries. Let Christ be King; Jesus was a pedophile, he saw for himself the ruthlessness of his father. Loose Change.

The Twelfth Crusade, RIchard the Lion-Hearted, the gold trade, in Iranian souls, trapped via captive.

Response: An O'Neill classic, "The Merchant of Venice". The beginning of a brand. "Ave Satani", Tip O'Neill. Are you mine, rule of thumb?

The Thirteenth Crusade, the retaking of Jerusalem by Moslems, the homosexuals bred as soldiers.

Response: Gay Niggers From Outer Space. The illegal play; the Statue of Liberty; DC Comics, a "narcotics officer".

The Iranian resistance against Turks, the assassins, bred on marijuana prenatal exposure, and marijuana hashish oils, butter lipids.

Response: The Nietzschean Society, the King's Men, and EON Productions. The breaker of the rule, is the champion. Friedrich Nietzsche, Adolf Hitler, David Charlebois.

The Mongolian invasion, the conquest of Russia, Mesopotamia, and Vietnam, by Uighurs.

Response: Sell toys, collect children's literature, and protect your women. Three rules, together, a German, the modern anti-Semite.

The Reconquistda, the French Germans, conquering Spain, and allowing Uthman, to return to stature, as a Rabbinical Jude, a business owner and manager.

Response: The Synagogue, is a punishment, unless refused three times; then an Arab, the old Southern Larchy Tune. For the Goyim.

The mince meat pie, the bond between priests and imamis, the beginning of the university, Muslim Shaykhs, college professors, managed by Rabbinicals, salesman, through priests, the homeless managers of the common people into military and police arms.

Response: The whole thing has to be thrown out. Then, you win, because someone, needed your help. Law enforcement, is a tool of a university, and the arrest, is the highschool. Elementary school, picks cops, the track athlete; the shutdown of a banking corporate, because a child, wanted to run away.

The resurrection of Judaism, the victor of the military, as refusing products based on rationing, the bigot to be sided against in war.

Response: The Grand Ol' Party, The United Kingdom, the Nation-State of Israel, the Federal Republic of Russia, and the Assembly of France. The last, John Wick, is post-humous. Is France, ethnic? Or just Jews?

#4chan #batman

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citylifeorg · 8 months

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notmuchtoconceal · 9 months

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The Black Sun

Hate on Display / Sonnenrad

General Hate Symbols

Neo-Nazi Symbols

ALTERNATE NAMES: Sunwheel, Black Sun

The sonnenrad or sunwheel is one of a number of ancient European symbols appropriated by the Nazis in their attempt to invent an idealized "Aryan/Norse" heritage. The sonnenrad appears in the traditional symbology of many countries and cultures, including Old Norse and Celtic cultures. It has countless variations; the swastika and similar rounded variants are actually sonnenrad forms, as are certain versions of the Celtic Cross. In Nazi Germany, the Nazi Party, the SA and the SS all used sonnenrad symbology at times, which has led neo-Nazis and other modern white supremacists to adopt such images. One sonnenrad version in particular is popular among white supremacists: two concentric circles with crooked rays emanating from the inner circle to the outer circle. Often white supremacists will put another hate symbol such as a swastika in the center of the inner circle.

Because sonnenrad imagery is used by many cultures around the world, one should not assume that most sonnenrad-like images necessarily denote racism or white supremacy; rather, they should be analyzed carefully in the context in which they appear.

source: https://www.adl.org/resources/hate-symbol/sonnenrad

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But in difficult times, one must not forget - within the Black there is the possibility of the Golden, and purification will surely come.

Solniger (Black Sun) is an ambiguous symbol. From the very beginning, it is not clear what this phenomenon is and where its origins are. It is present in some mythologies, but more often than not, somehow inaudible, marginal, hidden.

In the Middle Ages, this sun appears in European esotericism and alchemy, and in the 20th century almost everyone from C.G. Jung to H.P. Blavatsky writes about it. This is quite strange, because for a powerful image to appear in culture, you need a good reason.

In the 20th century, the Black Sun was extremely popular, and its symbolism was used by the ideologists of the 3rd Reich, the New Age, the Scandinavian and Slavic neo-pagans, the adherents of occult knowledge of the East and the West, theosophists, “Hyperboreans” and Freemasons.

In many esoteric forums, the Black Sun symbol is often attributed to the culture of Ancient Babylon. “Venerable esotericists” write about divine light and the gateway to the gods. Ideally, it burns out all false knowledge from the soul, showing the way to the Spiritual World.

The symbol was also popular in German neo-pagan and Nazi mysticism, but a closer examination reveals that the Black Sun does not allow ideologies such as those promoted by the Third Reich to prevail. Unfortunately, the swastika and, in fact, the Black Sun have been tainted, as have other solar symbols. The once positive, albeit dangerous, symbol has become taboo, because there is no limit to humanity’s destructive power, nor is there limit to its hypocrisy and ignorance.

The Black Sun is a swastika, that is, one of the variations of the universal solar symbol, which was used by almost all cultures of antiquity. Graphically, the Black Sun includes twelve broken rays of equal size and shape. Some scholars have suggested that these are not just rays, but stylized runes Sol (Saulu) from the all-German runic series. Perhaps the number twelve may be associated with the twelve months.

Black Sun rays are coming out of the center of the symbol, pass through the inner circle and rest in the outer. Traditionally, esotericists believe that the circles symbolize the transcendent and transcendental respectively, both in man himself and in the world around him. Nevertheless, in different societies the interpretation of different graphic elements of the Black Sun can have significant differences. Many aspects become the subject of numerous speculations on the part of pseudoscientific societies and occultists, striving to reveal to people the next “secret behind the seven seals” in order to make money on it. As a result, the Internet is overflowing with a wide range of scientific assumptions, which quickly acquire a mythological context. Some theories seem blatantly far-fetched, others seem quite plausible.

Kolovrat is a symbol of rebirth like the Sun, committing the circulation in nature. Inverted Kolovrat helps to pass this stage through the destruction of the old, renunciation of the heavy burden of the past. In some sources there is an interpretation that the deeper meaning lies in the construction of the “Black Sun”: it is three Kolovrat, superimposed on each other, carry the fundamental basis of the process of “Becoming-Being-Passage”, which determines the stages of personal development, comprehension of the hidden occult knowledge. 12 rays symbolize the roundness of this comprehension, the infinity of cognition.

The powerful concentration contained in this symbol reveals a person from a completely different side. The symbol is a symbol of the power of the Sun and the power of the Spirit. “Black Sun” promotes the realization of hidden reserves and abilities without getting carried away into mysticism. Expanding the consciousness, it does not distort the perception of reality. Transformation of personality in the process of comprehension of secret signs does not bring damage to the person himself. "The Black Sun burns out illusory perceptions and false knowledge, leaving the essence itself so that consciousness can move forward in its development and perfection.

Alchemically, the Black Sun corresponds to an intermediate state in the transformation process. Staying completely in the material and lowly state both of the consciousness and the body - it is impossible to pass through, to go to another state, one must cross certain gates behind which there remain superfluous shells burdening the spirit. The Black Sun plays an important role in all this, it is a symbol of transfiguration, it represents the drama of returning to primordial matter, death, before gaining a pure, renewed and more perfect nature.

In addition, [the Black Sun] helps us learn the truth of life and recognize the lies disguised as truth. Thanks to it, one can also get rid of the dark past and “step” into the future without having to carry this heavy burden. The meaning of the Black Sun is also to protect people from evil forces. It also helps to learn something new for yourself and gets rid of misconceptions, promotes the disclosure of hidden talents.

source: https://forum.enlightenedstates.com/t/the-black-sun/42772

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mrbopst · 5 years

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Today in Bopst Design: 2012

#Bopst #Chris Bopst #Design #Graphic Design #Photoshop #poster #GIg Poster #Slavic Soul Party #No Bs Brass #No BS Brass Band #Richmond #Virginia #RVA #Monday #April #April 2012 #2012 #2012 music

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deathbydyingpod · 2 years

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And now I will rank anthropomorphic personifications of Death by whether or not I would pick them for my team in capture the flag:

Grim Reaper: That’s a no for me. He’s only got one free hand ‘cause he won’t put down the damn scythe and he thinks he’s too cool to put his black hood down.

Nephthys: Sure thing, jelly bean. Notoriously helpful, all about the experience, her son Anubis can host the funeral when we absolutely cream our opponents.

Thanatos: Nah, too horny. Not tight with mortals or gods, ergo not a team player.

Chernobog: No thanks, the god of bad fate is not gonna be a good luck charm, became a sell-out for Disney. For what, a paycheck? Fame? Stick to the Slavic mountains, man.

Pluto: Totally yes, if he can drive a big ol’ boat down the Styx he can catch a flag.

Hel: Hel no. Can’t trust no Loki daughter. Need I say more.

Kali: Hell yes! Terrifying, gorgeous, fashionable. The skirt of arms will probs come in handy at some point.

Ah Puch: On the fence here. On the one hand, aggressive game play, on the other hand, burning and torturing souls isn’t very sportsman-like.

Maman Brigitte: 100%, life of the party, fun-loving and honest, I can see her now throwing back hot pepper rum and bunting a man in the balls. Perfect.

Angel of Death: Absolutely, no questions asked. 1000/10, she’s down to clown and the Button-Eyed Raven would make our opponents feel self-conscious.

If you are a Death Deity and you’re reading this, try-outs are tomorrow. Even if I don’t pick you, I love you all to death.

#death by dying #death by dying podcast #podcast

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Eyes of the Devil

Summary: Pietro finds someone faster than him and you find your missing piece.

Warnings: violence, curse words, angst?, fluff

Reader: I wrote this with the reader being a male but it could be read as gender neutral; Male Vampire Reader

Pairings: Pietro x Male Vampire Reader (Gender Neutral); Laura Barton x Male Vampire Reader (Platonic)

Word Count: 3,312

A/n: Reader speaks Slavic. According to Google Translate = Moja duša - My soul. Malá holubica - Little dove. Malý - Little one.... I plan on doing more one shots in relation to this one. I wouldn’t really call it a series just a collection of random one shots with Pietro and this type of reader. Let me know if you wanna be tagged in them or if you have a request for a specific one shot you wanna see. This one shot was really just a starter for those future one shots coming.

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If you were being honest, you didn’t know how old you were. You knew you were at least a few millennia’s old but after the first thousand years, who cares to keep track?

You also knew that life could get very boring if you didn’t spice things up a little bit. Being a part time Avenger did just the thing for you. You didn’t care enough to help out full time but you were there if they were dealing with something extra tricky. Like an alien invasion or enhanced individuals.

It had been a hot minute since you had seen the rest of the team and was pleasantly surprised to get a call from them. Apparently Hydra had managed to pass abilities from Loki’s scepter onto humans giving them powers. One of them had an ability you shared thus pushing the Avenger’s to call you in.

Of course, you had a life of your own (surprisingly) and couldn’t just drop everything to help them. Although, once you managed to push your responsibilities to a loyal friend you left to track down the team.

This lead you to a seemingly abandoned factory. Shocker.

You stayed in the shadows, undetected by everyone on the lower levels. You listened to the exchange between your team and the large robot. Your eyes then fluttered to the two that stood on the robots side. You deducted that those were the special individuals the team had called you in for.

You took in a deep breath, separating their scent from the others. You could sense the power coursing through their veins. While they had both gotten their abilities from the same source, you knew that they were very different.

If you gambled you would bet that the man was the speedster that Clint had complained about. Apparently he was a cocky little bastard. You didn’t have to know the guy to know he was arrogant. He stood tall, his chest slightly puffed out and his chin high.

The talking didn’t last long before a brawl broke out. Your eyes followed the male as he zoomed around the room. While it would be impossible for the others to see him moving at such speeds, it was as if he were walking to you.

He started coming your way, oblivious to the fact that you were even in the building. When he got close enough you stepped out and slammed a punch in his jaw. The force knocked him out of motion and over the railing. You watched as he fell to the main floor.

He groans, rolling onto his side as you land silently in front of him. Your entire body is covered making it impossible for him to see what you look like. Even your face, head and eyes were covered by some form of cloth or glasses.

“What? You didn’t see that coming?” You ask, smirking behind the face covering.

You had to admit, with Clint’s description of him you were expecting him to look different. Instead he’s older and more attractive. The arrogance clung to the air around him and it only drew you in.

“Welcome to the party, Y/n,” Clint greets from somewhere in the building. You didn’t respond knowing he wouldn’t be able to hear you like you could hear him.

“Who are you?” The man asks, standing up on his feet. The Sokovian accent thick on his tongue.

“Someone you don’t want to piss off,” You warn fairly. He scoffs, causing your smirk to deepen. “Wood of advice, stay out of the way, Moja duša” You said, the name rolling off your tongue so casually you didn’t realize what you had said at first. When you do realize, the weight of the situation falls onto your shoulders.

You stare at the man in front of you, his eyebrows furrowed. You knew that he could translate the words but he did not know the true meaning of them. Before he could ask anything, you sped out of sight.

You help out the rest of the team whilst keeping an eye on the speedster. After a few minutes, you noticed the others slowly begin to drop. Natasha stopped responding, Thor was muttering to himself and Steve looked lost. You could hear Hulk going on a rampage with Tony trying to stop him.

You snap out of it when you sense a presence behind you. It didn’t take a genius to figure out it was the witch that had single handedly taken down the team.

When she got close enough to you, you whipped around and wrapped your hand around her throat. Her eyes widened and she becomes panicked. Her hand claws at your wrist as you lift her a few inch off the ground to become eyelevel with you.

“There is no nightmare you can show me that I haven’t already lived,” You hiss, tightening your grip around her. “Be careful, little witch, or you’ll find a fight you can’t win,”

You see, out of the corner of your eye, her brother speeding to her rescue. You hold onto her for a moment longer before dropping her to the ground and wrapping that same hand around his throat. While your grip is firm, it doesn’t constrict his airway. You take a moment to admire how he looks with your hand around his throat. An unseeable grin comes to your lips.

“Are you mentally challenged or do you just not listen?” You ask, tilting your head. He glares and fights your grip but it’s iron tight. “Take your sister and run far away, Moja duša,” You tell him, the name slipping your tongue once again.

“Who are you?” He asks, once again.

“Someone who will get you killed,” You tell him. You hand slowly leaves his neck. He stands there, observing you pensively. When he blinks, you’re out of sight.

...

You stuck around with the team. You got caught up on what was going on and what had happened since you last saw them. They asked if you would stay for a bit longer and your agreed.

You spent the night at Clint's with the others. His children hanging off of you as if you were a jungle gym. You tossed them into the air as many times as they pleaded you too. You also sped them around and played games with them. Even if you didn’t want to admit it, the children had you wrapped around your finger. They have since they were born.

When you weren’t entertaining children, you’re mind lingering on the male enhanced. You had learned their names through Steve. Wanda and Pietro.

You found yourself whispering his name as the night rolled on. You would smile a bit but it never lasted. You knew what he was to you and you to him. You also knew nothing could come of it, no matter how much you desired.

“You’re up late,” Your head snaps to the side to see Laura waddling into the kitchen. You winced when she flicks the lights on. She mutters a small apology.

“I don’t sleep, remember?” You reminded her.

“Ah, right,” She whispers. “In my defense, I have pregnancy brain mixed with morning brain,” She admits. “I’m forgetful,”

“I’ve known you since you were a child, how could you forget me?” You question, smirking at her. “I feel as if I’m quite unforgettable,” You admit, watching as she reaches for a glass to fill with water.

"I can’t forget you because you continue to pop up in the most random moments demanding for attention,” Laura tells you, slowly lowering herself into a seat at the table.

“I may be an isolated creature but even I need some socializing,” You tell her. She motions for you to sit as she sips on her water. “You should go back to sleep, Clint will be leaving in the morning. You need your rest, malá holubica,” You whisper to her.

“You leave as well and who knows when the next time you’re going to pop in,” She says, patting the spot beside her. Her eyes pour into yours. Without the threat of the sun, you didn’t need so much covering. You stayed in your trousers and vest but your arms, neck and head were exposed. “Don’t make me beg for you to sit next to me,”

Sighing, you give into her wishes. You glide across the floor and sit beside her. She shifts so that the both of you are face to face. One of her hands rest on her stomach while the other falls onto your lap. You smile a bit, holding her hand within yours.

“Something’s on your mind,” She mutters.

“Something’s always on my mind,” You whisper back, keeping your gaze on her hand. It’s significantly smaller their yours. It reminds you how fragile she is compared to you. “Its nothing for you to worry about,” You assure her.

“Well, we can still talk about it and make conversation,” Laura smiles.

“There’s plenty of other things to talk about, it’s been a while since we've seen each other,” You said, finally meeting her gaze. She doesn’t say anything for a moment as she stares into your eyes. She’s always been fascinated with them. They’re so inhuman. It always amused you how she found something about you, that struck fear and panic into so many, so beautiful.

The color of your iris’s are different shades of red. The red around your narrow pupil is bright and rich before transitioning into a deeper, darker red. The dark red seemed the slowly blend into the blackness of your sclera. Although, at the moment your eyes are significantly darker than normal as your throat continues to ache with hunger.

“You need to feed,” She tells you. “When was the last time you ate?”

“Dinner was lovely,” You comment. Her eyes narrow. “I’m fine, malá holubica,”

“You need to take care of yourself,” She scolds.

“What will happen if I don’t? I’ll die?” You growl, your hand clutching her a smidge too tight. Your anger vanishes when you notice her subtle flinch. “I’m sorry,” You whisper, gentle massaging away the ache you had caused in her hand.

“What happened today?” She asks. “Did you get affected like the others?” You smile, laughing quietly.

“No amateur witch can sneak up on me, you should have more faith in me than that,” You tell her.

“Then what’s going on?” She asks you. “You’ve been distant, lost in your own world. You snapped at me, you never snap at me,” She playfully pouts.

“I apologized, malý,” You practically whined. She smiles giving your hand a squeeze.

“I know but it just shows that something is bothering you... I won’t be able to sleep unless we talk this out,” She threatens. You narrow your eyes at her. “Like you said, I’ve known you since I was a little girl. You can’t intimidate me,” Your glaring snarl turns into a pout. “Talk to me,” Sighing, you give in.

“Moja duša,” You whisper. Laura stares at you.

“My soul,” She mumbles under her breath. “Dimitri?” Your dead heart pangs at the sound of his name. Her face softens, her hand gripping yours in comfort.

“Pietro,” You correct her.

“Pietro?” She questions. “As in..?” You nod. “Maybe this is fates way of using you to get him and his sister on the right path,”

“Or it’s way of cursing me into another heartbreak,” You growl, withdrawing your hand from hers. You stand and return to your spot by the window. “The fates are cruel and hateful,” You snap.

“You don’t mean that,” She whispers. “She never meant to bring you more pain. She only wanted you to find unconditional love during a heartless time,”

“She should have kept to herself,” You growled. “Should have left me to my isolation. If she had she would still be alive and I would be-”

“Alone,” Laura cuts you off. “Your sister didn’t want you to live alone. She knew she couldn’t live as long as you. She knew you would outgrow everyone you knew,”

“Way to cheer me up,” You mumble. Laura sighs, pushing herself out of her chair. “Point is, this wasn’t supposed to be a curse... She had the right intentions,” She mutters, rubbing your back gently.

“I miss her,” You whisper, closing your eyes tightly.

“I know but you have me for the time being,” Laura whispers, hugging you tightly. You wrapped your arms around her, resting your chin on the crown of her head.

“Have I ever told you how similar your soul is to hers?” You whisper. “It’s what drew me to you... It’s like I have her back through you,”

“I just want you to be happy, she would too,”

“Can you women just let me find my own happiness on my own terms and stop meddling with things?” You grumble. She laughs quietly.

“We can’t help it,” She whispers. “I love you, Y/n,” She whispers.

“I love you too, malá holubica,” You whisper, kissing her head. “Now, you’re caught up on the drama’s of my life. Please, go get some rest,”

“Fine,” She sighs. “But do me a favor,” You sigh as she steps away from you. “Think about the good that will happen if you let Pietro in instead of pushing him away. Then remember all the times you tried to push them away but ended up holding them close,”

“Why am I so open with you about my past?” You sigh. “All you do is throw it in my face,” She laugh, gently tapping your face.

“Think about it,”

...

In the morning, you left with your team. You gave the kids extra long hugs before giving an equally tight hug to Laura. She scolds you for not visiting more and you promise to change that before climbing onto the jet.

When you find Ultron, you stick with Steve. The two of you fight the large robot to keep him occupied. While Steve managed to push the tin man around a bit, your punches managed to dent his plating.

Ultron began to put his focus towards you, which you found flattering. You took the brunt of the punches while Steve basically danced around him. The both of you were managing to fight off the robot when Ultron got a hand on your hood and ripped the jacket off of your body.

You screamed as your arms, neck and face began to burn under the sun’s rays. You barely register Steve tackling Ultron into a train. You fall to your knees feeling your skin begin to catch on fire.

Your mind pushes you through the pain. You look for shade but before you can run for cover your being grabbed and put onto the train. You lean against the wall, away from the sun.

You breathe heavily, your eyes opening a little to see Pietro kneeling in front of you. There’s concern in his eyes and despite the pain you’re in you smile.

“Perfect timing, Moja duša,” You pant.

“Y/n, you alright?” Steve asks, standing beside you. You just give him the thumbs up. “Lost sight of Ultron, there’s civilian’s in our path,” Steve say looking to Pietro knowing that your body is too focused on healing to help.

“Go,” You whisper, seeing his hesitance. Pietro nods and speeds off. You groan when the train goes off the rails.

“You sure you’re going to pull through?” Steve asks, once the train stops. While the burns on your skin were to a lesser degree they were still red and you were still sore.

“Just help me up,” You grumble, holding out a hand. Steve grips it and hauls you to your feel. “Fucking robots and trains... I miss the days when humanity didn’t have fucking technology,” You grumble, following Steve off the train.

“-need to take a minute,” Pietro pants.

“I’m very tempted not to give you one,” Steve snaps, marching up to him.

“The Cradle, did you get it?”

“Stark will take care of it,” Steve assures them as you speed past the sun and back into the shade. Pietro stares at you for a moment before disappearing only to reappear with a sweatshirt. He hands it to you.

“Thanks,” You mutter, pulling it on to shield you from the sun.

“Don’t mention it,” He smirks.

...

Vision’s introduction was dramatic, to say the least. You stayed out of the drama. The only reason you continued to stick around was for Pietro. Although, you weren’t sure if that was a good thing or not. Death follows you wherever you go, even more so than the Avengers.

You knew you needed to make a decision soon before the bond got to the point where you couldn’t leave. It didn’t help that Pietro didn’t respect the distance you were putting between the two of you. He followed you around like a damn puppy.

“What are you?” He asks.

“Take a wild guess,” You say, looking through the fridge for something to drink.

“I can only think of myths and legends... Stories to scare children,”

“You believe in talking robots but not me?” You ask, turning towards him with a blood bag in hand. He watches as your fangs extend and sink into the bag.

“So, you are real...” Pietro mutters.

“Unfortunately,” You mutter, tossing the empty bag to the side.

“What does Moja duša mean?”

“You know what it means,”

“I don’t think I do,” He says moving toward you. “I think it means something more to you,”

“Stop,” You tell him but he doesn’t until you’re toe to toe.

“My grandmother would tell my sister and I stories about you... or your kind,” He tells you. “Said that certain people were cursed to be stuck with your kind for eternity,”

“She’s right... it is a curse,” You tell him.

“Doesn’t feel like it,” He tells you.

“Candy, bread, beer, it all tastes good but they’re not necessarily good for you,” You tell him. “Think of this on a much bigger, much deadlier scale,”

“Sounds exciting,” He smirks. You sigh pressing your lips together. He raises his hand toward the glasses you had yet to take off. Your hands shoot up and wrap around his wrist.

“Turn around and go back to your sister,” You demand. “Forget you ever saw me,”

“You’re unforgettable,” Pietro whispers. The two of you stay still until Pietro begins to move his hands again. They slip from your wrist as you allow him to take the glasses off. “Oči diabla,” He recites the line that is in all the stories. “Eyes of the devil,” He translates. “Who would have thought the devil would be so attractive?”

...

“If I see another Goddamn robot after this, I’m going to blow a gasket,” You hiss towards the end of the battle against Ultron and his multiples. You run around the city killing robots and rescuing civilians.

Eventually, ships come to the edge of the city to evacuate everyone. You run through the city multiple times in order to make sure nobody is left behind. You return to the ships in time to see Pietro go to save Clint and the child he’s protecting.

Your instincts over take you. Your by his side faster than a heart beat. Your arms wrap around him. You speed out of harms way without missing a beat. When you’re out of the way, you rip a door off a car and launch it at the spaceship sending it to the ground before turning to Pietro.

“Are you alr-” Pietro cuts you off with a kiss. The simple kiss amplifies the already strong bond between the two of you. Your hand instinctively rest on his hips and pull him against you.

“Thank you,” He mutters against your lips. You smirk, returning your lips to his.

...

I plan on doing more one shots in relation to this one. I wouldn’t really call it a series just a collection of random one shots with Pietro and this type of reader.

Let me know if you wanna be tagged in them or if you have a request for a specific one shot you wanna see

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What are Spirits?

Spirits have many definitions. In general, though, when we reference spirits in terms of spirituality, religion, or magical practice, we are referring to either 1) the immaterial intelligent or sentient part of a person, or 2) a supernatural being or essence. There are multiple categories of spirits, in which an individual entity may be in one or multiple: local spirits, nature spirits, culturally or religiously tied spirits, and deities.

What are Local Spirits?

Local spirits are, well, local to you. They often involve house spirits, plant spirits, and bound spirits.

House spirits are deities or spirits that protect the home, looking after the household or certain members. They’re a common belief in paganism as well as folklore across many parts of the world. They fit into two main types: a specific deity that is often associated with the home and hearth, such as Hestia (Greek) or Frigg (Norse); and animistic deities or other spirits such as brownies (Anglo-Scottish) or domovoy (Slavic). They are recognized in the home via things such as small idols, shrines, amulets, paintings, or reliefs; and would often be treated as members of the family and invited to join in on meals or given offerings of food and drink.

Plant spirits are exactly what they sound like. Plants have spirits, same as anything else. Sometimes they’re well-known, like the dryads in trees or basilisks associated with your basil, and sometimes it’ll take you a hot minute to realize the poison ivy popping up is doing so for a spiritual reason. If you have access to plants, such as a yard or something potted indoors, you may benefit from forming a connection with them.

Bound spirits come one of two ways: they are either spirits left here when their meaty fleshsuit gave up the ghost and the ghost lingered around, or they are spirits of any sort magically tied to an object or place.

Ghosts can stick around for any reason, whether it be something cute like wanting to watch a grandchild grow up for a little while longer, or something sinister like unfinished business and a need for vengeance. It is important to note the difference between a ghost and an impression. If a spirit is doing the same thing at a certain time, every time, like clockwork, there is a good chance that there is no actual ghost, and that something happened that left an impression on the place/land itself that it essentially burned into the very essence of the area. Impressions are often seen in places of great tragedy or trauma, such as battlefields.

Spirits that are magically bound are often tied to objects or areas against their will. How ethical that practice is gets to be a bit tricky, and not everyone agrees on the morality of those practices. Our school does not agree with the practice of non-consensually binding a spirit with the intent on using its energy or abilities to enhance our own practices; however, we do see the necessity of binding a spirit that is otherwise wreaking havoc in an area to contain said spirit, with the expectation that all available resources will be put towards learning what that spirit is (if unknown) and how to appropriately relocate or remove said spirit in such a fashion that minimizes harm for all parties involved.

What are Nature Spirits?

Nature spirits are forces or personifications of the forces of nature. They are often defined by a particular relationship with some specific form or function within the natural environment of the earth. While many categorizations of spirits may find entities also tied to nature, ranging from deities to your friendly local tree spirit, we’ll be discussing the fey and elementals in this category.

The fey (also known as fairies, faeries, fay, fae, and fair folk) are often found in the folklore of multiple European cultures. They have multiple origin stories, and the label does not necessarily have any hard definition. Some use it to refer to specific entities (usually a humanoid with magical powers and a penchant for trickery), whereas others may use it to describe any magical creature, such as gnomes and changelings.

Elementals are generally regarded as inhabitants of one of the occult or primal elements. They are seen as entities that personify a particular force of nature, and exert powers over those forces. Some definitions may refer to any nature spirit as an elemental. Many sources that use the classical elemental system tend to classify the elementals with names for their specific element: all air spirits are referred to as sylphs, all fire spirits are referred to as salamanders, all water spirits are referred to as undines, and all earth spirits are referred to as gnomes.

What are Culturally or Religiously Tied Spirits?

Culturally or religiously tied spirits are spirits associated with particular pantheons or cultures. These may or may not be tied to closed practices, such as angels within the Abrahamic pantheon (generally open, ask first), or the Haitian lwa (closed).

Messengers of gods come in many forms. Their forms tend to run animalistic, humanoid, or the stuff of eldritch nightmares. Signs usually come in the form of dreams or waking visions, or physical signs such as certain plants or animals either being heavily featured or acting out of character. Please note that not all physical signs will involve a person or animal actually approaching you. If you live in the middle of New York City, the chance a wolf is going to trot down Park Avenue to boop its snoot on your hand is incredibly low. If, as an example, someone wishes to use a wolf to give you signs, you are more likely to see them using more modern techniques, such as having wolves being featured more heavily in advertising near you, or people that are wearing wolf hoodies getting in your way constantly until you take the hint.

Minor deities and major messengers tend to blend quite a bit. Gabriel (Abrahamic), a messenger, is an archangel and is quite highly revered. Iris (Greek) is a minor deity that is one of the quintessential messengers within her pantheon.

Negatively associated spirits, such as demons (in any culture) or poltergeists, are entities generally thought to be malefic. This is not necessarily always the case; however, as with any entity, it is best to practice caution when interacting with them. It’s important to be aware there may be spirits that would, in fact, like to cause harm or mayhem in your life (not necessarily because you are important, some entities are just dicks and you may be an easy or otherwise available target), and is even more important to know how to protect yourself and others without needing to obtain that knowledge as an immediate, pressing issue.

Ancestors are the souls of departed family members. Many cultures have one way or another to revere them, and there are people who may find that inviting them in may provide them with benefits such as wisdom from those departed or a sense of peace. Ancestor worship or reverence tends to vary in practice from culture to culture, and with many people now coming from blended backgrounds, you may see more heavily individualized variations. However, it is important to note that dead people are still people, and their wisdom and opinions may not be the most up-to-date or best for you. As with everything else in this lesson, their importance and influence in your life is up to you.

What are Deities?

Deities are gods or goddesses in religions. They are considered to have divine status, quality, or nature; and may be considered to be a creator or supreme beings depending on individual status and/or religion.

Pantheons refer to the groupings of deities and other entities in regards to particular cultures or religions. Every deity will be within at least one pantheon; some, such as one known by names such as Hekate (Greek) or Ereshkigal (Sumerian) may be found in multiple.

What are Offerings?

Offerings are objects or actions given to or done in the name of a specific entity or entities. It is advisable to research what the offered entity enjoys, though going with your intuition is generally safe. Offerings are generally given out of respect or reverence for the entity, though they may also be used for other purposes such as attempting forming relationships or as thanks for something the entity has done.

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