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manicpumpkindreamgirl · 6 months
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Really into girlifying mk1 dudes rn
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It didn't feel right to change Syzoth's haircut
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apocalypseafic · 7 months
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🌿MK1 Characters Try Weed for the First Time🍃
• Kung Lao: Munches the entire time (this one was obvious)
• Liu Kang: Tries to act like it isn’t affecting him until Kung Lao makes him giggle with his laugh then he can’t stop
• Szyoth: Cannot stop laughing watching tik toks with Asrah
• Kuai + Smoke: Being absolute goofballs coming up with the worst ideas like trying to make brownies and forgetting about them and burning them
• Johnny: puts on r&b music and is feeling himself. stares at kenshi.
• kenshi: also into the music. And johnny.
•johnny & kenshi end up excusing themselves and making out in a closet
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hitosha · 6 months
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YOOOOOOOOOOOO ASRAH
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3rdeyeblaque · 11 months
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Today we venerate Benjamin Rucker aka Black Herman on his 134th birthday 🎉
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Heralded as the greatest magician in U.S. history, Black Herman was brilliant for his fusion of performance magic with occultism & superstition, and his strong Separatist & militant Pan-Afrikan ideologies (Marcus Garvey x Booker T. Washington). He proclaimed that it was his mission to promote Black Power.
Born in Amherst, VA, as a teen, Black Herman learned the art of illusions from his mentor, Prince Herman. They ran a medicine show, performing magic tricks to attract curious passersby to their "Secret African Remedy". When Prince Herman, 17yr old Rucker was determined to carry on the show; this time using only magic. He then took on the name of, "Black Herman"; in honor of Prince Herman & as an homage to Alonzo Moore, the famous Black American magician who was known as the "Black Herrmann".
In Harlem, Rucker established himself as a pillar of the community. He was often seen in Garvey’s massive Harlem parades & is believed to have offered Garvey spiritual counsel. He befriended preachers, intellectuals and politicians, many of whom met at his home for a weekly study group. He was an Elk, a Freemason, and a Knight of Pythias. He used his success to make loans to local Black businessmen/organisations, established scholarship funds, & performed for free to help churches pay their bills. He expanded his wealth by purchasing a printing plan to establish a monthly magazine, "Black Herman’s Mail Order Course of Graduated Lessons in the Art of Magic". He acquired real estate, bought shares in two cotton plantations, gave personal consultations, & started herb/root gardens in a dozen cities.
Black Herman famously claimed that he was immortal & directly descended from Moses of the Bible. He asserted that our people could elude Klansmen & their descendants by escaping the limitations of mortality & simply outliving them. He'd also sell protective talismans to combat racism. He inserted his Afrikan heritage into his performances. One of his specialties included the “Asrah levitation.” He'd produce rabbits & doubled the amount of cornmeal in a bowl. Many of his tricks were "secrets taught by Zulu witch doctors". Some of his tricks were parallel to miracles from the Christian bible. He'd cast out demons from his assistant or brother hidden amongst the audience, then offer a special tonic for sale & offer a psychic reading address their “problems”.
Yet none compared to his most famous act of all, "Buried Alive". He would be interred in an outdoor area called "Black Herman's Private Graveyard", in full view of his audience. He'd slow his pulse by applying pressure under his arm, & pronounced "dead" on the spot by a local "doctor". As the coffin was lowered into the ground, Herman would slip out unnoticed. For days, people would pay to look at the grave, buidling the suspense over the fate of Black Herman. When the time was up, the coffin was exhumed with great drama and fanfare, and out walked Herman to lead his audience into the nearest theater, where he performed the rest of his show.
Eerily enough, his must famous act foreshadowed his own death in 1934 in which he collapsed on stage due to a massive heart attack that many audience members took to be part of his act. After the crowd refused to believe that the show was indeed over, Black Herman's assistant had his body moved to a funeral home. The crowds followed. Finally, his assistant decided to charge admission as one final farewell & homage to Black Herman's legacy. People came and went by the thousands; some even brought pins to stick into his corpse as proof of his death. His burial made front page news in Black newspapers across the country. Today, Black Herman rests in the Woodlawn Cemetery in NYC.
In 1925, he published a book, ghostwritten by a man named Young entitled, "Secrets of Magic, Mystery, and Legerdemain"; a semi-fictionalized autobiography that offers directions for simple illusions, advice on astrology & lucky numbers, & bits of Hoodoo customs and practices.
"If the slave traders tried to take any of my people captive, we would release ourselves using our secret knowledge." - Black Herman during his rope escape routine.
We pour libations & give him💐 today as we celebrate him for his love & service to our community/people & for his legacied contributions to Hoodoo Culture & History.
Offering suggestions : read his literary works, libations of whiskey/rum, Pan African flag, coins & paper money
‼️Note: offering suggestions are just that & strictly for veneration purposes only. Never attempt to conjure up any spirit or entity without proper divination/Mediumship counsel.‼️
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ruitethewingedfox · 10 months
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the stranger
Kunzite slithered through the colony's crowded halls, trying to be as small as he could. The only real hard part with that was his 7-meter-long wings. Through the crowd, Kunzite could see several drones that he'd over his somewhat-short time in the colony he'd grown the ability to recognize; V, a female disassembly drone, was the easiest one, mainly because her energy was very similar to that of his sister, Aurel.
not very far ahead was another one; Uzi. She was...strange. When Kunzite tried to read her, he would get a wall of rebellious, vengeful, cold energy, but then, as he looked deeper, he saw a quick-thinker with a deep fear...of herself.
Kunzite shook his head. He really needed to stop digging so deep into others' energies, but his mind always ended up 34297847329832 miles ahead of him. It'd become a habit after he started hearing that...thing, and as a result started reading every single person around him to see if they were infected. Even after he stopped hearing it, for a while he kept doing that, only to remind himself that it was gone, that he couldn't hear it anymore.
it never helped, not really.
"Hey, K!" Kunzite heard someone call. That would be the so far only friend he'd made while on Copper-9; Ξ. She was a hypershock disassembly drone and was somewhat new there as well.
"Ξ!" Kunzite tried to call back, it seemed impossible for him to raise his voice over a mumble, though.
Kunzite attempted to weave his way through the crowd. But, of course, he ended up nearly tripping a couple people with his tail. Eventually, he was able to spot Ξ in the crowd, perched and clambering around on her wings were the 4 aquatic veilspun siblings that they'd stumbled into and befriended at camp 98-7; Kylara, Percula, Asrah, and Aramoana.
"Hey there, buddy!" Ξ said, and Kunzite set his forehead against her torso as she set her hands on the back of his neck, rubbing the small, fur-like feathers covering his hide.
"Hi, Ξ!" Kunzite softly chirped back, shifting his head so his snout was pointing up at her head. Ξ gave him another rub on his head before letting go and turning to the direction of Goa, Midnight, and now Pneuma's house, where they'd been staying for the last few weeks. Quickly, Kunzite followed.
On the walk back, Ξ did most of the talking. Most of the things she talked about were rather typical for what she typically had going on while Kunzite was trying-and, surprisingly, succeeding-to balance on a worker drone-sized chair, but there was one that caught Kunzite's attention;
"I was wandering around outside the colony when i saw what i thought was a meteor but then it landed in front of me and lo and behold it was a skydancer! Well, not quite. His wings were completely feathered and had a whole bunch of eyes on them, he also had a whole bunch of extra wings and eyes on his tail, crystals on his neck that extended those 6 little numb horns on his cheeks and were also on the end of his tail, which was covered in feathers! he also had a whole bunch of whispy arms coming out of his back which was kinda weird." Ξ rambled, making various motions with her hands as she spoke.
"What was he doing?" Kunzite asked, both intrigued and concerned.
"i don't know, he just stood there, looked around with a weird little mini-meteor circling around him, then walked off in the direction of camp 98-7."
"hmm..." Asrah suddenly spoke up
"you thinkin' what i'm thinkin'?" Aramoana squeaked back
"oh, Gladekeeper..." Kunzite sighed as the veilspun siblings exchanged glances and all piped up;
"TO CAMP 98-7!"
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newsindonesiacoid · 4 months
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Jaga Pola Hidup Sehat, Camat Sukorambi Gelorakan Aksi Germas
JEMBER, (News Indonesia) – Asrah memimpin langsung aksi tersebut diantaranya dengan melaksanakan senam bersama warga Desa Jubung di balai desa setempat, Jumat (5/1/2024). Asrah mengatakan, sebagai pimpinan wilayah kecamatan pihaknya melaksanakan intruksi Bupati Jember untuk mengajak masyarakat menggalakkan pola hidup sehat. “Sesuai arahan Bupati kita hidupkan semangat untuk selalu menjaga pola…
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nayloniluvsuuu · 5 months
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Mortal Kombat
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The men of mk
Bi han
Johnny cage
Shang tsung
Kung lao
Raiden
Liu kang
Kuai liang
Kenshi
Shao khan
Reptile
Tomas vrbada
Quan Chi
Reiko
Havik
The women of mk
Kitana
Milena
Sonya
Sindel
Li mei
Asrah
Tanya
Nitara
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Fate Of The Alpha (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/328566199-fate-of-the-alpha?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=BudgieBird001&wp_originator=OjzLdPUX7X6lbCSjnT8AfNqKFl6jyQ7J1zdqkEpyQpO6hb2qejbRPiO5hLWGJzT%2BGHKJxCziGTi3Zn0Gjvr%2FxTX%2FHx2uP%2BLuU4zKZQYOWp%2FJ%2FJ5ZvQqG1fRC9pKSR%2B%2FR Nightmare is a 38 year old male short-faced bear whom is the biggest thing in his territory; Measuring at eight feet tall at the shoulder. In his lifetime, he's fathered many cubs, with both males and females and many different species. However, everything changes when he takes Serrif, a young female cougar back to his den to court her. He ends up attracting the attention of Asrah, a male wolf whom leads a strong pack that comes to try and rescue Serrif from his home. In the argument, through strange circumstances, the forces end up joining together to begin a journey that none of them could have ever prepared for. [ Previously known as "The Tales Of Cougar Booty" ] [ Adapted From An Ongoing Roleplay With KawaiiBat. This universe has been nicknamed the "Cougar Booty" AU since one of the main characters is a female cougar being fought over by a male bear and a male wolf. ]
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black herman’s last asrah levitation at magic city, Atlanta 2010
By LaTasha N. Nevada Diggs
This exclusive shit I don’t share with the world.
50 Cent
I, Herman, made medicinal — concocted potions in ways my former’s was hearsay;
Turned palomas christened Zora on to formulas husbands roll over n mitzvah.
I, a black lad, proud Virginian, selling out Liberty Hall n pinched w/ stickpins
in Woodlawn, do bequeath my next-to-last oratory:
My roots subverted the man,
honeys n dog voyagers to Neptune,
who dared interfere w/ your melodious saccharine midsection.
My cluster of tricks made chaps seek out connotation.
Look at my magic stick.
Not my clavicles, but my magic stick.
Ain’t no lightness of hand but of bounce player.
Constraints imposed by a corvid named Jim
could not interpret my remedies.
Jim wasn’t much of a MacGyver:
not one skill in therapeutic thaumaturgy.
He prescribed cowlicks for the heartsick: I mean, really.
But let me tell you something:
Since I am that laconic brother who knows
how to zone in matter untouched n unseen.
When a honey wails “St. James Infirmary”
for my bones that were laid on the fiftieth funeral,
my suspended distortion shall know when to arise n eviscerate.
Now you see me. Now you don’t.
Sign up for the joy cruise Shorty.
Mars is the Republic of New Afrika.
I am the Cyrano of Calvin Cadorzar’s drawl.
A straight-laced shoe herbalist;
colon cleaner than a chlorophyllian Dappa Don.
Wanna ride coach to Blue Flame w/ me?
In 1918, I told Quanah Parker, “Jack, Jesus is Peyote!
Said so in the cards — say it ain’t so?”
T-Bone hit it straight for 2.50 (even caught a little change on the box),
cause the planets were so aligned.
Sho’nuf heard these arcane words precise.
I am the other.
Now ain’t you a pretty saltshaker.
Sing Sing couldn’t hold me down:
I compliment n shatter upstate.
The roots I baked allowed communion w/ God n the dead
In Kentucky I formulated polar bear toe gazpacho —
an elixir for ATLiens — no need to name drop;
just informing you of the origins.
Comes in Georgia Peach flavor.
Too much will turn your guts like
Entheogen.
I patented ‘Poo Tang’ every morning for AC Powell’s breakfast:
18-ounce glass, ½ Tang & ½ Vodka.
It’s good for clairvoyance.
That one on the house.
Dare to transpose any other energy drink, sookie?
This exhumation bears no map
fore the next internment there shall be no other.
I AM on some other shit.
How delightful you could clap to the procession.
I come with black cat bones, Van Van oil n goofer dust.
Lucky numbers. Banjo. Torches. Shells. Dice. Florida water. Do-re-me bush.
Bush meat. Rhino balls. Palo Santo. Duppy Basil. Hoodoo muthafucka.
Always to arise on the fourth day: every seven years.
No. You see me.
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/56493/black-hermans-last-asrah-levitation-at-magic-city-atlanta-2010
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tinythedragonite · 2 years
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Expendable
Looking at the letter on her desk made her realize something she should have known a long time ago. Alterra never cared about what happened to them.
They didn't care when their Lifepods were noticeably farther down the Aurora than the others. Definitely not when the captain himself called them freaks of nature.
They didn't care when they caught the virus. Certainly not when Asrah nearly died from it.
Alterra really thought that they could spare a few hybrids like them without suffering the consequences. They certainly faced backlash from the media for it.
But she really did not know how the letter made its way into their new world. Personally, she didn't care.
She simply shredded the flimsy piece of paper before throwing it away.
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omarkhattabsblog · 2 years
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The worst people are those whose words are beautiful, but in their actions they are only masters of creating mischief.
Umar رضي الله عنه said:
"I am afraid of the wise hypocrites, who speak wisdom and do wrong."
— Shaykh Abdul Aziz Al Tarifi Fakkallahu Asrah
https://t.me/AbdulAzizAtTarifi
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thesunzulu · 4 years
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COMING SOON: “Raised In It” Music Video‼️ Dropping the first visuals from my latest project ‘Asrah’ with @mydus next week. Had to take it back to the basics in Baltimore to let the world know where I’m from and what made me. It’s a vital part of why I made ‘Asrah’ - defining identity. Stay tuned 📺 FOR NOW, you can listen to the entire album on my website! Click the #linkinbio to HEAR MORE‼️ LIKE, COMMENT, SHARE & show some LOVE 🎴 . . . #sunzulu #mydus #asrah #music #hiphop #lyricism #project #album #boombap #trap #lofihiphop #baltimore #bmore #maryland #miami #florida #southafrica #zulu #musicvideo #comingsoon (at Baltimore, Maryland, USA) https://www.instagram.com/p/CCB6cGkJWeA/?igshid=l57inwm7nduh
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svartur-vindur · 6 years
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Asrah Levitation /// Asthenia
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apprenticeofcups · 4 years
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👙Main 6 + Underwear
(I have a very niche interest in historical undergarments and I’m gonna make it everyone else’s problem. I hopped around a little with regard to time period, but hey, so does the in-game costuming. sources under the cut)
Asra
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He likes a tailored fit, without much modification - fitted, but no buttons or ties, so he can slip them on and go. A drop-crotch breathes well in hot climates and on long journeys (and leaves a little mystery), and he likes colorful fabrics and embroidery, because oftentimes, it’s the only thing he’s wearing around the apartment.
Julian
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He likes a little more coverage, and the cinch works well with all his clothing, which usually anchors at the waist. Light, natural fabrics like cotton or linen, easy to wash; he works long hours, and he has a lot of leg hair - he needs something that breathes. The flowy gay pirate shirt is his undershirt of choice; it’s simple, but it still has panache.
Nadia
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She likes the back and chest support of corsets, and prefers them cut higher over the hips (so her skirts are less bustle-y and more flowy, and they don’t show when she wears trousers). What would be considered a masculine cut in a modern/real-world context, she likes underwear that’s a little longer and has some flair to it; it’s like an outfit in itself, so she can “dress down” when she’s in her workshop or her office, toss the skirts aside and pace or crouch without worrying about getting caught on things. 
Muriel
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He’s...not much of an underwear guy. He does laundry a lot, and he doesn’t wear things that are very form-fitting, so he really doesn’t need it. But when he is wearing something tailored (or in polite company, as a precaution), he likes a very plain cut, above the knee so he doesn’t have to worry about lines. He does the embroidery himself, with the excuse that it’s easy to practice on undergarments because nobody’s going to see it.
Portia
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While she likes underbust corsets on special occasions, she prefers the strapless support of bust forms for day-to-day. Because she’s so active and has so many different kinds of outfits, she likes less coverage, more aesthetic - high-waisted briefs in nice fabrics are easy to move in, and very cute, especially because she has a thing for matching sets.
Lucio
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He likes tight fits and high waists; prefers short cuts because he can’t stand pantylines (he’d go commando a lot more if he didn’t wear so many damn suits - that’s chafe city). While a corset would ruin his signature open-chest look, he likes the support of a corselet or garter belt. The structure helps hold up all those elaborate outfits - and he loves to emphasize his waist.
☕ Ko-Fi | My AO3 ☕
Asra: Issendai • Etsy
Julian: The Met
Nadia: The Met • Lavender’s Green
Muriel: Blogspot • The Met
Portia: The Met • Etsy
Lucio: The Underpinnings Museum • The V&A
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coklatmaniss · 3 years
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“Mimbar-mimbar selayaknya tidak hanya digunakan untuk menyampaikan nasehat-nasehat saja, bahkan seharusnya digunakan untuk menyampaikan kabar dan kejadian terkini yang ada pada ummat. Dalam kitab Shahih Bukhori disebutkan bahwa Nabi shallallahu alaihi wa sallam menyampaikan di atas mimbarnya keadaan suku-suku yang mendukung dan yang menentang beliau. Suku Aslam, Ghifar dan Ushoyyah.”
Syaikh Abdul Aziz bin Marzuq Ath-Tharifi -hafizhahullah wa fakkallah asrah-
Hari ini mimbar kita tidak hanya sebatas kayu yang berada di dalam masjid, mimbar kita sekarang berupa akun-akun media sosial kita yang kita gunakan untuk membela agama ini.
Mari suarakan yang haq agar kebathilan meredup bahkan padam.
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mnwlife · 2 years
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Semua orang bisa menampakkan kebenaran dan teguh di atasnya. Namun ketika ujian datang, maka akan terseleksi. Karena tiang itu bisa dipastikan kekokohannya saat digoncangkan!
(Ath Tharify hafizhahullah wa fakka asrah)
Sumber:https://instagram.com/ittiba.rasulullah?utm_medium=copy_link
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