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— A FAIRYTALE BEGINNING | chapter 10
a fate already affixed
pairing: Loki / f!half-Asgardian!Reader
word count: 5,043
summary: the time for your Weaver's Reading has arrived, and Skuld tells you what she can about your future
in this chapter: references to Laufey's death & Odin's past removal of one of his eyes, reader feels so 15 bc of her attitude in this it hurts, blood magic & non-descript references to blood, very blatant canonical racist attitude about Frost Giants, lots of Skuld being cryptic
author notes: hello everyone, i return once more after dragging myself out of bg3 hell long enough to finish polishing and uploading this! this chapter concludes what i like to think of as "act one" for AFB (with all of the setup about soulmates, glimpses at interrealm politics, and a look at how people get their godnames in this AU), and the next chapter kicks off "act two"! i'm really looking forward to posting the six chapters that make it up; it's honestly my favourite thread of this whole AU.
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You yawn at the stars as you lean against the front side of the karvi as it sails along Yggdrasil’s branches. The bright, distant stars are nothing more than blurred lines as they fly past the ship. They remind you that (despite not being able to tell yourself) this ship moves faster than even the racing skiffs on Asgard.
The ship — you remember someone had referred to her as the Grey Wolf — arrived on the shore of Asgard this morning, spearing through a dense fog in such silence that it left you in awe. The sun had yet to crest above the horizon when the karvi docked, there only to pick up you and your mother to head to Gymirsgard.
Sleep still clung to you like the mist of a light, drizzling rain when your mother dragged you from bed to get up and dressed for this trip. Your birthday party had run late into the previous evening, even though the celebrations had started from the moment you walked into a private breakfast with your family. Even Volstagg, his parents, and his sister Birsa (who just returned from her Valkyrjur trials), were all invited to the family breakfast. It was the first of many surprises for your fifteenth birthday.
Fifteen.
A smile works its way onto your tired face as you remember once more. You’ve looked forward to today for as long as you can remember. You can’t count how many times you’ve dreamt of your visit to the Weavers of Fate over the years. Of facing Skuld before Mímisbrunnr.
Skuld reveals one moment — just one — from a Drekasál’s vast future when they visit her after they’ve turned fifteen. A moment that you’ve been told again and again no dragon ever reveals to anyone else. Not even their soulmate.
A thrill of anticipation sings its way through you, winding through your limbs and rattling your breath. To keep something so close, so secretive, must mean that it’s a moment of unparalleled importance to a dragon. You’re meant to be able to tell your soulmate everything. You’re meant to trust them with the best and worst of who you can be.
Your imagination runs wild with a dozen ideas of what could be so important, each one spilling across your thoughts like a overflowing bottle of watered-down ink on heavy parchment.
You look behind you at the three dozen other drekabǫrn on the karvi. More than half a dozen conflagrations are on this ship with you and your mother. Each of them a different size, and from a different realm. Dragons from across the Realms of Yggdrasil, all headed to speak with the Weaver of Futures.
It’s painfully obvious how much you stand apart from the others. They came with their conflagration; you only have your mother at your side. For the first time since you met him, you can keenly feel the two year age gap between you and Gauti. Too young still to receive his own glimpse of the future, Gauti waits back on Asgard with the rest of your family.
In some ways, you suppose it’s a bit silly to only really feel that age gap now. In all the years you’ve known him, the only lessons you’ve ever shared with him are the Drekasál ones. He’s a child of the Court of Asgard like you are, but he’s also in the class below yours, so you’ve never shared those lessons with each other. Still, watching how close the other drekabǫrn are with their conflagrations reminds you of Gauti. And not just of Gauti, but of Loki, Thor, Baldr, and Volstagg. Part of you yearns to return home already. To the familiarity and warmth of your friends.
Soon. Soon you’ll head home. You just have to get through this visit to Gymirsgard, and then you can return home.
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Your first glimpse of Gymirsgard comes as you approach the realm, the excited gasps and chattering from the other drekabǫrn drawing your attention from the distant stars.
The blue star of the Jǫtunheimar system blazes brightly in the distance — though for you, it just appears white. You only know that it’s blue because of your lessons about the various star systems of Yggdrasil.
In the open space before Jǫkullknǫttr — the star — sits Gymirsgard in all its wondrous glory.
Unlike Asgard’s unique standing as a small, flat realm, Gymirsgard is a round planet, its only edges that of its atmosphere. Truthfully, for a realm, Gymirsgard is on the smaller side. Yet it not only houses more Drekasál than you can imagine, it’s also the same realm your mother and uncle were born to. For decades — centuries even — Gymirsgard was the only realm they knew. It was the realm they called home before home became Asgard.
You eyes quickly shift away from Gymirsgard to look at the vast, open space that occupies most of your view, scanning for the one other planet of this system with sharp eyes. The realm forbidden to all — and for good reason. After what happened to Princess Laufey, to High Lady Dagmær, to your uncle, and to so many other Drekasál and Asgardians there, no one should step foot on that accursed realm.
Jǫtunheimr. A realm full of icy darkness and ravenous monsters. A realm that will rip the life from any who dare venture to it.
You don’t see the ice planet though, wherever it is. Good.
Your attention shifts back to Gymirsgard as you approach the realm. Second by second, the realm swallows up the view in front of you, until the karvi is descending through the atmosphere, and the stars are swallowed by the sky and the clouds.
Your mother leans against the side of the karvi beside you as the starship breaks through the heavy clouds hanging over this part of the realm. She peers out over the vast, forested land below with a fond smile. Shifting her gaze, she points towards a seaside city in the distance, a wide smile you don’t see too often on her face.
“That’s Krossavík,” she tells you.
The name strikes a familiar chord in you, but at first you can’t place the name. When you do, it’s like a strike of lightning zips through you as you remember where you’ve heard it before.
“The city you grew up in?”
“The very one.” Her hand falls, and her smile fades a little. “It’s quite strange. Sveinn and I are from the same city, and yet we spent so long trying to find each other after our Soul Awakenings.”
“How long?” you ask, leaning your chin against your crossed forearms as you stare at the city. In the distance, you can see a few dragons in flight, returning from the sea to Krossavík. From here, you can’t hear the beat of their wings, or make out anything that makes them stand apart from other dragons. They’re just dragon-shaped blobs of grey, soaring over the grey sea.
“A century or so. Your uncle is only a little more than a decade younger than me, but I was gone from Gymirsgard by the time his Soul Awakening happened. We only met because I came home to see my mother.” The smile on your mother’s face fades further, becoming softer, sadder.
“Will we see here while we’re here?” you ask, excitement bubbling in your chest. You’ve never met your grandmother, and your mother rarely speaks of her. Photos of her are even rarer.
“No, no, she won’t be at the landing ground, my star,” your mother says. She reaches out, placing a gentle, comforting hand on your shoulder. She knows you’ve always been curious about your grandmother, what with how you prod about learning more about the dragon you’ve never met whenever your mother or uncle brings her up.
You pout a little at her words. It’s followed by a soft chuckle from your mother, and then a kiss placed atop your head.
“You’ll meet her someday, I promise,” she vows.
“But when?” you ask, impatience threaded in your words even as you keep them hushed so as not to draw the attention of the other dragons. You draw away from her, standing tall and looking Kára in the eyes. “This is the first time we’ve left Asgard. And we’re here, Mamma. Why can’t we just go see her?”
Kára looks away, but you continue to stare at her. She closes her eyes, shaking her head. She says, “It’s a lot to explain, especially now. I would love for you to meet her, it’s just… not the right time. Not with everything else.”
Everything else. That mysterious phrase is the bane of your existence. All you’re allowed to know is that phrase has something to do with her Weaver’s Reading. Something she can’t tell you. Something she is never allowed to tell anyone.
You let out a frustrated breath, leaning against the side of the karvi again, your back to her. You don’t look at Kára. Instead, you watch the land that passes below and the other drekabǫrn as the conflagrations mingle with each other. None of them come near you, though you can see the way their eyes dart to stare at you for a few seconds now and again.
Neither you nor Kára speak for the rest of the ride. You don’t even look at her, ignoring her presence the best you can.
When the karvi lands, it’s in a valley to the far north of Gymirsgard. A narrow stream flows out from the mouth of a cave at the end of the valley, the bubbling sounds of it lost beneath the flurry of activity of the conflagrations jumping over the side of the ship. You sigh, then heave yourself over the side of the ship, landing in the soft, crunchy layer of snow that barely covers the top of your boots.
You watch as the different conflagrations separate from one another entirely. The vængforinginn of each conflagration checks that their drekabǫrn are accounted for, and the adult dragon with each one merely hovers nearby.
There’s another crunch of snow beside you, one that causes your eyes to dart over before they shift towards the drekabǫrn once more; Kára hopped over the side, joining you in observing the drekabǫrn. She places a hand between your shoulder blades after a few second, guiding you forward, and everyone begins the short trek over to the cave.
The drekabǫrn trade glances with each other — and with you a few times — as all of you make your way towards the cave. Kára’s pace is swift enough that, soon enough, the two of you are leading.
Everyone is (mostly) silent during the walk. The crunch of snow is the loudest sound in the valley as you walk alongside the river that spills from the cave. Even the birds have gone quiet, the presence of so many dragons setting the forest on edge, it seems.
The conflagrations stop several metres from the cave’s mouth, but Kára keeps walking the two of you forward. You can feel the eyes of everyone drilling into your back, sending waves of unease up and down your spine. Something in your chest claws at your heart and lungs, begging you to pay attention to the danger that lurks at your back. It takes everything in you not to look back at them.
Kára stops just before the mouth of the cave, and you turn to face her, finally looking at her again. Her eyes are focused on the cave beside you. There’s a brief twitch in her jaw, a sign of her unease with being here. It makes you wonder if she’s remembering her Weaver’s Reading once again.
Her voice is hushed as she tells you, “Once you step inside, you cannot come back out until Skuld releases you. No matter what you see, what you hear, you do not leave. Understood?”
Your skin prickles at her words, hairs raising along your limbs and the back of your neck as you realise the extent of her unease.
“I understand.” You step away from her, into the cave itself. The two of you stare at each other for another moment. Then you nod at her before turning away and making your way further into the cave.
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Your first steps into the cave are tentative. There’s soft torchlight coming from a few metres in, and you pass by the first of the torches on soft feet. You look back over your shoulder only once, after you’ve passed them. Your mother still stands there at the mouth of the cave, alone. It’s an unusual, unsettling sight. Uncle Sveinn is always with her. Always.
Except for this one time. He wasn’t allowed to come along for this journey. No one would explain why. All they would say is that he had to remain on Asgard.
You face forward again and continue down the tunnel.
Torch after torch, the tunnel turns into an ascending loop. Your footsteps are the only sound besides your soft breaths. Even the torches are quiet, which is far more unsettling than you would have expected. You make your steps as light as you can, your ears straining for any sounds besides your soft footfalls.
You continue your ascension, winding higher and higher with each loop. You’re not certain, but you think the loops are wider now than when you began — not that you can really tell.
When you finally reach the end, you find the tunnel opens up into a wide cavern room. There’s a slow, watery glow to the room as you step past the threshold. Like you’ve walked into a world beneath the waves, despite never stepping foot beneath water. All through the room, you can see stalactites dripping from the ceiling and stalagmites rising up from the unnaturally smooth floor.
“Ah, she finally arrives,” a voice calls out. Skuld’s voice, it has to be. You turn in a circle as you venture further into the room, searching for the Weaver, whose voice echoes all around you. “We have long awaited this day, little drekabarn. We have watched you with great curiosity. Your future is shrouded more than most.”
“Shrouded? What do you mean, Weaver?”
“Just as I said. It’s unusual for one like you. However, it always signals an interesting future as it unravels. Now, come. There is much for you to see and learn.”
Skuld glides out from behind you without warning, her footsteps soundless. You jump at her sudden appearance, wondering where she appeared from. Your back was to the cavern entrance, and you’re positive you looked at every shadow you passed as you stepped further inside. Still, you follow her as she moves deeper into the cave.
It strikes you how little of the Weaver you can see, the same as it did when Loki and Volstagg were given their god-titles. A black shroud covers her face, forbidding you from seeing beyond it, and a black dress that drags soundlessly across the floor, covering all but Skuld’s hands. Hands that you had assumed would be clean and boney, but are actually heavy, worn, and scarred.
As you cross through the cave, you approach a small seating area. Two large, dark rugs with the faint workings of a pattern woven into them, covered in a myriad of pillows, and a small circle of stones set between them. The arrangement is set at the base of what appears to be a well. The source of the watery glow of the room, if the way the ripples seem to fall onto the ceiling above it is any indication.
Mímisbrunnr. The Well of Wisdom.
Awe dances through you at the sight of an object so revered and sacred. Over the aeons since this Well was discovered, so many have sacrificed pieces of themselves just for a bit of knowledge they sought.
All-Father Odin sacrificed his eye to Mímisbrunnr years ago. No one truly knows what he’d sought an answer to when he did so, but it’s easy to guess what answers he likely sought. He sacrificed it to learn how to end the war with Jǫtunheimr. It was where the All-Father went after, appearing on Jǫtunheimr with one less eye before leading Asgard at Eldgard’s side against the Frost Giants once more.
The All-Father ended the war, but the Well had apparently not told him how to win it without losing the one he fought to bring home. Princess Laufey died on that frostbitten and cursed realm, never to know the warmth of Asgard again.
Skuld takes her seat on one side of the Well, gesturing for you to sit opposite of her. Once you’re settled, she reaches across the space between you, taking one of your hands and drawing it closer to her. Flipping it over, she leans forward and raises your palm to her shrouded face. With the index finger of her free hand, she traces lines over your palm — not following the ones etched into your skin, but different ones.
“You are remarkably calm and quiet, for one who does not know what I am doing,” Skuld says as she continues to trace lines over your palm.
“I’m not worried,” you tell her. Her tracing falters for a moment, like your answer surprises her. “I have faith in whatever you’re doing.”
“You have more faith than most. Most curious. Perhaps it is because you’ve been raised among the vættir, rather than the Drekasál,” Skuld says. You don’t say anything, despite all the questions that crowd your tongue because of her words. You have more questions than the Weaver would ever be willing to answer, that much you know.
Upon releasing your hand, Skuld sits back. You draw your hand back, placing it in your lap with the other. Only then do you allow yourself to as her the one thing that begs to be spoken.
“Why would other Drekasál not have faith in you, Weaver? You reveal Soul Awakenings, you tell us what is to come. Should we not have more faith in you than the vættir?”
“How do you break the faith of a people, and still have them seek your mercy?” Skuld asks, her voice suddenly sad and hollow. You can’t see her eyes, but you can feel her gaze as it sits heavy on you.
For several long moments, you’re quiet as you turn over her words, searching for an answer. For her part, Skuld does not press you to answer her, letting you come to your own conclusion about her question.
Mercy. Mercy implies that Skuld has more power over the Drekasál than you thought. That, if she chose to, she could punish your people. But punish them for what? And why, if their faith was broken, would they still go crawling to the Weaver, seeking Skuld’s generosity? What could she have promised —
A promise. Skuld promised them something. Something about the future. Something that they clung to desperately for so long, a hope perhaps, but —
“You promise them a hope they need, but they lose faith in that hope,” you finally say, your words slow and not entirely sure of themselves.
Skuld does not say anything, but she does nod. Something inside you fractures and weeps at the realisation. Skuld promised hope to your people about something, something they once desperately wanted to believe in. A hope they needed to believe in, and yet they have lost belief in that hope ever blooming true.
You look away from the Weaver, to Mímisbrunnr.
Silence fills the air between you both for long minutes. You think Skuld might be letting you process her answer, but it’s impossible to tell. To you, she’s just a shrouded figure, no expression to give away her thoughts. After too much silence, though, you turn back to Skuld, more words dancing sharp and angry on your tongue. Skuld speaks before you can let any of them spill forth.
“Twenty-four.” She says this like it’s an answer. When you look at her with a confused expression, trying to puzzle out the number, she explains. “Your Soul Awakening will happen in your twenty-fourth year.”
That’s nearly a decade from now. You’ve already waited forever for your Weaver’s Reading, and now you have to wait almost as long for your Soul Awakening? Impatience burns inside you.
“Isn’t that a bit old for a Soul Awakening?” you ask her. You can hear the sharp indignation in your words, and you lift your chin in an imitation of your royal friends.
“No. A soul Awakens only when it is ready. Twenty-four is a perfectly normal time for one to do so, drekabarn. Your mother's soul did not Awaken until she was twenty-seven, and her soulmate's did not Awaken until he was twenty-two.” You watch as Skuld stands, leaning over Mímisbrunnr. “I have seen souls Awaken when they are as old as seventeen, and I have seen souls Awaken as old as nearly forty. Dragonsouls are curious in that way.”
There’s the sound of something — multiple somethings being moved through the waters of the Well. The Weaver draws out several small logs from the Well, and you watch with rapt curiosity as she sits down, arranging the logs in the circle of stones.
A firepit, you realise. But the logs are wet. How does she expect to —
“Normally Mímisbrunnr requires sacrifice to learn,” Skuld says, interrupting your thoughts, “but you are not partaking in its waters, and it bends to the will of Yggdrasill, as we all do.”
“What do I need to do?” you ask her.
The Weaver passes you a knife, saying, “Three drops of blood onto the logs with the wish to know of your future. When I light the logs they will show me three things. Your most likely future paths, what your life might be in the more definitive of those paths, and which moment in your future you must hear today.” At the query on your face, she tilts her head to the side. You think she might be smiling. “Have faith, young dragon. The logs will light.”
Faith. You have plenty of that where the Weavers and Yggdrasill are concerned, even if so many other Drekasál do not.
So you listen, grimacing as you carefully make a shallow slice along the tip of your index finger. You hiss out a breath, the sting sharp as you squeeze it, letting three drops of blood fall onto different logs. Once that is done, Skuld hands you a small strip of wet cloth. You wrap it around your finger, hissing sharply at the stinging burn it causes.
Then, Skuld utters a word you don’t understand. You feel the ancient power that surges through the room. It condenses within the logs, coiling tight, then — it snaps apart, and the logs are ablaze.
You lean back on your uninjured hand, the other raised in front of your eyes at the sudden brightness. You expected thick smoke to blanket the room, but none rises from the logs. When you open your mouth to speak, Skuld raises a hand to ask for your silence. It’s only then that you realise she’s staring into the fire. You sit there, blinking as your eyes adjust to the firelight, until it no longer burns them to look at the Weaver.
“Your future is most interesting,” Skuld says. She leans closer to the fire, tilting her head to the right as she does. “I see many points that I could tell you now that will never change, no matter which paths you wander as you head towards your destiny. Most curious for one whose future is still so murky and ever-shifting.”
The hairs on your neck and arms raise. You’ve never given much thought to having a destiny. A future, a purpose to your life, yes, but not a destiny. It’s a weighted word. One that makes you think that, perhaps, you might become greater than you’ve ever let yourself imagine. That, maybe, you might live up to the legacies your parents have left for you to follow in the footsteps of.
And yet, the idea also unsettles you. To have a destiny means great things await you, yes, but you know the legends. The stories you have read, the histories you have memorised, all fall into similar patterns.
Greatness does not come without sacrifice, without pain.
“Weaver, what do you see?” you ask her, your words effused with curiosity about what she is seeing.
“I see many things, drekabarn. Every path that you might walk is open to me. I see wars that cannot be evaded, and wars that might never happen. I see a love that burns as bright and beautiful as the Kveldlagi of nights, and lasts for a lifetime; just as I also see loves that will burn like fires lit on a rainy day. I see death that will consume everything. I see your hopes, and your joys. Your wishes and dreams. Your sorrows and fears. I see the paths that you can walk, and the heartache that will shadow so many of them.”
The fire between you burns lower, barely more than embers and small puffs of flame compared to the small campfire it was just moments before. Skuld waves her hand over the embers, the fire banking until it is little more than glowing embers. The Weaver waves her hand over the fire again, and the embers begin to shift and glow in new patterns.
“I know which moment I must tell you. Are you prepared to hear?”
You suck in a breath and nod. Your heart thunders loudly in your chest. Anticipation chokes your limbs and shortens your breaths.
“Yes. I am prepared, Weaver.”
“Then listen closely to what I have to tell you, young one.”
Skuld gestures to the embers. You watch as they begin to glow in a way that forms the shape of a person. Her hand is outstretched, reaching for the hand of someone you can’t see, the image cut off. All the embers show of the other person is their hand, the details lost on you.
“This is what you must know,” Skuld begins. “You were whispered to my ancestors by Yggdrasill. Foretold by It to bring change to a great many things across Yggdrasil’s many branches. You will grow into a power that few will rival, blessed by beings far greater and more powerful than the vættir.
“Your path begins with this moment: on the day of your Soul Awakening. Much of your fate shall be sealed in the days after, for on the day of your ceremony, you will find the soul that the Voiceless One has bound you to in this life.”
You straighten up, mouth dropping open at Skuld’s words. You look at her with open awe. Warmth and giddiness floods your veins, and you don’t even attempt to hide the happiness this brings you — not that you could if you’d tried. To have your path align with your soulmate so early on? It is nothing short of a blessing by Yggdrasill for the bond the Voiceless One wove you.
You wait with bated breath for her to tell you more. To reveal any more scraps about the day of your Soul Awakening Ceremony. When she doesn’t say more, you hesitantly ask, “What else can you tell me, Weaver?”
Silence permeates the cavern, broken only by the sounds of breathing, of your heart thudding loudly, and the faint sound of trickling water. Finally, Skuld speaks once more.
“There is nothing else that I can tell you. That which I find worth telling you I cannot, for it might change the path you walk currently in ways that cannot be undone.” You bite your tongue, stopping yourself from pleading with the Weaver to reveal more to you anyway. If Skuld is concerned about changing the path you walk, then you must heed her. She's directing you towards the future you should walk, in the only way that she can in this moment. It surprises you when she speaks again. “Though, I can say this, for it is but a simple reminder. Protect your soulmate. Stand by them through all hardships, and always live for them. The Voiceless One chose this bond for a reason.”
“A simple reminder,” you murmur.
Tucking the words into your heart, you silently vow to never forget them. You’ve heard similar variations to that reminder before. More times than you can remember, your family has told you the Voiceless One chooses each bond for a reason.
It reminds you of when Frigga told you that the soulmate bond is a mixture of soul and blood magic. Of when you worried and wondered about if the bond was truly a curse in disguise, and how Lord Ivarr and Lady Tryggvadóttir’s interactions as a newly bonded pair banished such an idea. That afternoon showed you how well the Voiceless One chooses the bond for each of her children.
After all, how can something so effortless and comforting ever be a curse?
You do your best not to remember your exchange with Loki in the garden. Or the heavy, unspoken distance that lives in so many of the silences between the two of you these days in the presence of your conflagration.
Skuld stands without another word, beckoning you to follow her. You stand quickly, trailing after her as she returns to the mouth of the cavern. She stops before the mouth, and you step to the other side, but stop so you can turn and look at her. You place your left hand over your heart, bowing to the Weaver.
“Winds favour you, Weaver Skuld,” you tell her. Skuld pauses, as if your gesture has surprised her, and then copies you.
“Winds favour you, Lady Kárudóttir. I look forward to our next meeting. It will not be long now, before the vættir know your name.”
A shiver of excitement works its way down your spine. Skuld’s words promise to you that your godnaming will be soon. You smile, bowing to her once more. And then you turn around, and head back down the tunnel so you can return to your mother.
Each step is another one towards the destiny that awaits you.
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❛ Are you ready to die in war ? ❜
❛ Glory in the battlefield, forming lines of dirt and green. ❜
❛ March to claim our history ! ❜
𝐈'𝐋𝐋 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍
❛ The everlasting darkness, begins to fill into my heart. ❜
❛ A hundred days, a hundred more we sail unto the battle for our home. ❜
❛ My love, I will fight this war for you. ❜
❛ If I fall, I'll see you again. ❜
❛ No matter the fight, I'll stand up and rise. I'll carry this weight across all divides and if it's my time just know that I have loved you ! ❜
❛ As I sail far from home, I can't help but think of you… ❜
❛ I miss everything I love If you hear me Oh I… Love you. ❜
❛ My love, I will fight this war for you and if I fall I'll see you again. ❜
❛ No matter the fight I'll stand up and rise. ❜
❛ I'll carry this weight across all divides. ❜
❛ I'll remember everything with you and I'll remember how you changed me. ❜
❛ I'll remember. ❜
❛ I'll remember everything, and I'll remember till the day I rest my eyes. ❜
𝐆𝐎𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐀𝐑
❛ I feel the aura on the breath of man. ❜
❛ With time let the fear sink in. ❜
❛ The bodies burn, our kingdom falls. ❜
❛ With no sacrifice what's for your kin ? Mercy is a-coming but I'm not your friend. ❜
❛ Do you know who I am ? ❜
❛ I'm the god/goddess of {insert}. ❜
❛ Destined blood filling my veins, commanding my power, annihilating the pain. ❜
❛ I drink from your bones that bled. ❜
❛ Finger on the string and my heart on the bow, one by one falling down like snow. ❜
❛ Armor on the flesh but my blade's in the wound. ❜
❛ You mock my deity ! ❜
❛ Do you know who I am ? I'm the god/goddess of {insert}. ❜
❛ Horns full of mead, as I drink from your bones that bled. ❜
❛ Mercy is a-coming but I'm not your friend.. ❜
𝐖𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐕𝐈𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒
❛ The nightmare of eternity, marches right before your eyes. ❜
❛ As the ground begins to shake, Ravens fly amongst the sky. ❜
❛ Battles of great divine. ❜
❛ Torn hearts of fear and cries, let the rage of war ignite. ❜
❛ We were born to rise ! ❜
❛ We're gonna raid all your shit, annihilate your villages, plunder all for the hell of it. ❜
❛ Warriors, stand up, fight ! ❜
❛ You're going down tonight ! ❜
❛ Berserkers, fury of war - ❜
❛ Man/Woman of honor, man/woman of war. ❜
❛ Tales be told forever more - bloody axes, bloody fields, fight with honor, clash of shields. ❜
❛ Fearless soldiers fight with heart. ❜
❛ Haunting lands of man and steel. ❜
𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑
❛ The weapon in the storm clashing in the sky. ❜
❛ The horns of {insert}, calls for war. ❜
❛ The ground will shake and the sun will fall and the war bears march as we bellow through the halls. ❜
❛ I will rise and push on through. ❜
❛ I'll prove my might and show my strength. ❜
❛ The limit of my mercy follows you. ❜
❛ I've got the power of {insert} in my hands. ❜
❛ Thunderous hammer that will sing across all the land. ❜
❛ Lightning strikes as I storm through the valleys of death. ❜
❛ You follow the empire ! ❜
❛ Thunderous {insert} that will sing across all the land. ❜
❛ We embrace our fears through realms of the dead. ❜
❛ The path to {insert} is the honor we share. ❜
❛ Blood by oath, iron swords by bond, no matter the realm, we're kings till dawn. ❜
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okay but, in Bellerverse, would mortals say not "For the love of God/for god's sake/god damn you" but instead put the name of the pantheon god in whose region they live or whom they pray to or wtv like:
"For the love of Geyre"
"Bariht? (sorry forgot how his godname sounds like and can't access the wikidot it seems to be hecked or hacked or something) damn you in the underworld"
...and so on and so on
I dunno, might sound fun sometimes.
Yeah I do love that the people uses these god's name to curse out, it is so good. But I bring another idea, people using these god's name in expressions and sayings like
"You must have Verethkin's touch" <- you are good at growing plants
"Not even Erits will look your way" <- you are stupidly ugly
" Lying on Kalef's feet" <- You are trying to make an obvious lie infront of people who already know the truth
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I'm a person with a strong sense of justice. That's why I'm interested in working with Archangel Camael, the Archangel of Mars. Where can I find suitable material in this regard?
Truthfully there is not much reliable information out there when it comes to the majority of angels. Their names were recorded by mystics, few are mentioned in scripture, and even less were given attributes by magicians back in the day. Archangels were usually the forces that controlled other spirits that were more ready to communicate with the magician.
My advice is always to explore an entity yourself and form your own opinion. You could do this by praying to Kamael on a Tuesday in the hour of Mars with a red candle and appropriate incense- something fiery, Crowley recommends tobacco. Cinnamon and pepper would also be a good choice. Frankincense is also acceptable.
You could also invoke the God name 'Elohim Gibor' prior to this using the assumption of Godname technique of Liber O derived from the Golden Dawn. You could also invoke the planetary energy of Mars prior too to make the environment more conducive to the energies of Kamael.
Another option is to find a sigil of his (I am unsure if there is one in the grimoires) or form a sigil utilising a tried and tested method such as using the Agrippa squares or using the rosy cross of the Golden Dawn system. Then projecting this sigil on to an astral door, stepping through, and recording your experience. Again you would probably do all the above ritual to tune into the frequency you are interested in.
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HDE Imam Mehdi Gohar Shahi said: practice writing name of god remembering your master or prophet. #spirituality #sufism #tasawwuf #Goharshahi #godname #nameofgod #wordofgod https://www.instagram.com/p/CPSeSV5HgN9/?utm_medium=tumblr
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I love avoiding my homework... drawing Juno in light halo where he belongs after season 2
#i love him and everyome and ugh#in my defense i thought when peter said the ‘diameter of your dress’ that he meant it was small#so its really cool to see the different dresses people put juno in#he beautiful#in#every#single godnam#one#i just worked so hard on this#tpp#tpp spoilers#the penumbra spoilers#the penumbra fanart#the penumbra podcast#juno steel#peter nureyev#tpp fanart#the penumbra podcast fanart#my art
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New Brazilian Dinosaur Honors Sex God
Named Kurupi Itaata, fossil was found near a motel in São Paulo
[Image description: artistic depiction of said dinosaur.]
A new species of carnivorous dinosaur was just discovered in Brazil: the Kurupi Itaata, a medium-sized theropod (about five meters long).
It was found near Monte Alto (SP), and the find represents the fourth reptile of the abelisaurid family described for Brazil, distant relatives of the famous Tyranossaurus Rex.
The fossil may represent one of the last Brazilian dinosaurs that lived on these lands before their extinction at the end of the Cretaceous period, 66 million years ago.
Continue reading.
#brazil#science#biology#paleontology#dinosaurs#defend brazilian science#actual science not use-human-patients-as-lab-rats-in-unauthorized-study-with-forged-data 'science'#yeah more about that on later posts#mod nise da silveira
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The Red Comet
If the Lovecraftian background to the story is consistent, than what is the Red Comet, that heralds the return of the dragons and magic in the world?
As I've mentioned before, there is an answer the Cthulhu Mythos: Ghroth, the Harbinger, a small red being resembling a comet. As Ghroth passes by planets, he awakes any of the Great Old Ones or Outer Gods that might be "sleeping" on that planet.
[A] nineteenth century British cult believed in [a] comet-god who sang to the stars and planets as it passed by them in its orbit. They said it destroyed those worlds it passed, by waking up demons or ancient gods ... who slept on each world. —Kevin A. Ross, "The Music of the Spheres"
If Ghroth has just passed by, his presence either increases the magic on an planet, or it awakens magical beings that grant magical powers.
In the Cthulhu Mythos, wars between the gods often end with gods being put under powerful sleep spells by other gods, like the Elder Gods of Earth. When they awaken, destruction to civilization can occur, and whole continents can be sunk, or like the Thousand Islands, land can be shattered by the power of these gods.
The creator of Ghroth is Ramsey Campbell, a horror writer with Lovecraft connections who is a friend and editor of George RR Martin. I even (halfheartedly) suspect that the Ramsay Bolton is named in honor of Campbell.
This always makes me think about what Lazy Leo Tyrell says in the beginning of A Feast for Crows as he sets the stage of Act Two of ASOIAF:
Dragons and darker things. The grey sheep have closed their eyes, but the mastiff sees the truth. Old powers awaken. Shadows stir. An age of wonder and terror will soon be upon us, an age for gods and heroes.[2] ” - Leo to Alleras
Ghroth, the comet god, has awaken the sleeping gods, and their powers, and now their human worshippers, those skilled in sorcery, are becoming stronger.
And the gods themselves are returning.
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its 4am and after sleeping on it i've decided im going to split up this next chapter. not because its super long (its still shorter than the last two), but because i really like the way section 1 ends.
it's _much_ shorter than the previous ones in that its half the length. currently under 5k, but it still needs some final tweaks so we'll see how much word count goes up.
think currently the name of the chapter will be godnaming instead of heart to heart (which will be the name of the following chapter). i'll be updating the masterlist with the official name once im home + add a couple tags and a warning that i didn't realise i forgot when i made it.
#amphi speaks#ofaoi updates#this one is shorter but its got plenty of lore and plot built into it#this name gives away the central point of the chapter but its fun#naming chapters is hard and some of them are not as fancy as others#also shout out to quinn for pointing out the missing tags and warning
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Hey Romano, do you have more mythology facts to share...? If you want? I just really like mythology (especially Greek mythology)...
I could share some if you want too!
Ooh!!!! Inbox question ✨✨✨✨✨✨ I'm sparkling of joy now, Thank you little royal one.
Hm... more mythology stories. I should have some if I come up with one.
I suppose I'll start with Greek/Roman mythology and at some point roll into a story?, the myths are the same between those cultures, the stories are the same but the difference are the names given to the gods.
So you have Zeus in Greek mythology and Jupiter in Roman mythology. (Isn't it ironic to give the biggest plannet with wilde storms in our solar system the name of the 'main'god / god of thunder?)
All the planets in our solar system are named with the Roman godnames, probably coming from the time the Romans ruled widely over Europe. While the Greek names are ignored... Now a days there is more to find about the greek myths than the Roman ones Which I find disturbing...
However... I want to ramble about Janus, strangely, Janus doesn't has an exact greek equal, Janus is a Roman god in fact, while it kind of seems like the greek did adopt him in their stories(?) because the Romans as well the Etruskians (Janus is named Culsans there) have stories about him. And even the Scandinavians have a version of Janus in some way or another.
Janus stands for:
beginning and ends (birth and death)
devisions / denial / two sides of a tale
openings and closures
the gateway through the universe (portals)
Something that might pop up, now is like "ooh, isn't this a little bit like Ouroboros?" Well yes! But different.
As I earlier said... Janus doesn't has an Greek equal, but they adopted him in their stories. Since Janus is one of the OLDEST gods in (Roman) mythology. and Ouroboros is one of the oldest symbols.
Something that Ouroboros doesn't encounter is the devision/denial. It an element that they don't speak out within the myths Unless I haven't found information yet while there actually is...
I'm unsure what to ramble further now...
But did you know January is named after Janus? as first month in the year it is a new beginning and a closure to the previous year. Somehow ancient times had a good thought on thinks to name certain gods after certain things...
Always during old prays and sacrifises they named Janus before Jupiter (Zeus), because Janus their functioning of opening and closure of the heavensgates (or the gatekeeper of the heavens (woth use of portals)), he has been responsible to bring the sacrifices to the destination of the gods. If you didn't name Janus first, the heavengates would remain closed...
Janus is depictured with two faces, original it depictures the Sun and the Moon and is known for many names...
Janus Bifrons (two faced)
Janus Gemini (twins)
Janus Consivius (Beginning of the day)
Janus Matutinus (father Janus)
At ancient prays he has been named "Divus Deûm" which stands for "The God of gods".
Janus is possibly one of the most important gods in mythology and yet barely spoken about.
I could ramble more, most likely but that would make this post terrible long.
I hope I satisfied you, although Janus isn't exactly Greek. May the Roman myths still be a pleasure. And you said you could share too something too???? I wouldn't refuse
- Roms 👑
P.S. Apologies for probably an incredible messy rambling chaotic post. I rambled what came through my mind and haven't checked if the order makes sense...
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While we’re on the topic of occult symbol tattoos, what about pentacles like in the KoS? Or other symbols that aren’t a spirit’s sigil like the hexagram or pentagram of Solomon? I have a friend with one of the pentacles of the sun on their arm so I’d like to know how fucked they might be lmao
Pentacles are different, a sigil by its very nature especially for a spirit is that spirit in symbolic form, it acts more than a signature but a symbolic representation of the very spirit itself. Generic occult symbology like the pentacles of the Key of Solomon and the Icelandic Staves are very popular occult tattoos and could prove beneficial. The pentacles not so much as we know how they’re incredibly specific in regards to how and when they’re made, but as a form of talismanic magic I’m easier with that getting tattooed than a spirit sigil. I would probably fact check the Hebrew or just translate it into Latin or English, just because of errors and maybe getting permanently stamped with the archangels and even godnames may be seen as problematic.
A sun pentacle? Which one do you know? I bet you it’s 3rd or 7th.
But in my books it’s okay 👍 I wouldn’t worry about your friend.
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Y= Yes Y chromosome - I need A Reason Anyway Not 92qjams 92=11=K like Boop or Book - Love Ai mail or Brain no Blow out A male meal Brloven Kogeki yes I would your female life Li or Lee F=six or gender sex
J letter ten Juliet 10 Light Lee or Life (iki)
Imperial Majesty Hawkins King Terry
Pka Terry the Terror - Nickname Booper short Boop not Book - Godname Loki
Peros Dragonus Loki Kami Aisuru Ikigami Shinigami Raven Phoenix Angel Dragon Rainbird Sparrow Hawking Dove Ravendove EvodNevar -(King in Italian)
Written message by Dai Gensui Generalissimo Admiralissimo Philo Professu Tsu Teri Madosier Terry Lee (Kauffman) Hawkins Regnal Teremiah Hawkinos the 1st
The Emperor Warlord King Lord and God - I be
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Speaking of hellenic stuff and PGM, I figure I might as well share the write up I made for the Harpokrates ritual I did a while back. It’s one of the most intact of the “useful” spells and I went to all the trouble of writing phonetic versions of the godnames for myself (which took forever!!) so it might as well not go to waste.
This is PGM IV 930-1114, “Charm for Direct Visions”, meant to summon Harpokrates, an aspect of Horus the Child, to produce visions for you of whatever you ask.
Yes, there are some conspicuous things missing from the text proper. No, I did not find my lack of hand-woven wormwood or black ram fat prevented the ritual from working as intended, but neither did I see the vault of the lotus that I was supposed to see. Use my corner-cutting version at your own risk or reference the text for the things I omitted.
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Kether
The 3 enfolded Type A polygons have 21 corners outside their root edge that surround their centres. This is the number value of EHIEH ("I am"), the Godname of Kether. Its letter values are the number of sets of yods symmetrically arranged about the horizontal axis.
These 21 corners create the shapes of the 3 enfolded polygons as they grow out of the root edge. They amount to the minimal amount of information needed to create the boundary, or skeletal form, of the polygons before their division into simple, triangular sectors (1st-order polygons, or Type A) and higher-order triangles. This minimal character is consistent with Kether (the first Sephirah) as the seed source of the Tree of Life.
Notice that the number 21 appears in some of the formulae shown above for the various geometrical and yod populations of the 3 enfolded, nth-order polygons.
According to Table 2, the number of geometrical elements in the 3 separate Type B polygons = G2 = 273. Hence, 270 geometrical elements surround their centres. They comprise:
21 polygonal corners outside the sides that become the root edge when they are enfolded;
33 corners that are either endpoints of the sides that become the root edge or internal corners of triangles;
(5×27=135) sides;
(3×27=81) triangles.
If the 2 sets of 3 polygons are regarded as separated by a straight line signifying the root edge, the total number of geometrical elements = 270 + 3 + 270 = 543. This is the number value of EHIEH ASHER EHIEH ("I am that I am"), the complete Godname of Kether. The number value 21 of each EHIEH is the number of polygonal corners in each set of 3 polygons outside the sides that becomes the root edge. The number value 501 of ASHER is the number of geometrical elements in the root edge and in both polygons other than these corners.
Table 2 indicates that the 3 enfolded Type B polygons have 400 yods. Of these, 81 are hexagonal yods at the centres of 81 tetractyses. (400−81=319) yods line their 133 sides. (319−4=315) of these are outside the root edge, so that the (3+3) enfolded polygons have (4 + 315×2 = 634) boundary yods. The number of boundary yods outside the root edge that surround the centres of the 6 polygons = 634 − 6 = 628. Each set contains 314 such yods, where 314 is the number value of Metatron, the Archangel of Kether. According to Table 2, the 3 enfolded Type A polygons have 157 yods. This means that the two separate sets of 3 enfolded polygons contain (157×2=314) yods.
According to Table 2, the 3 enfolded Type B polygons have 400 yods. A hexagonal yod is at the centres of their 81 tetractyses. (400−81=319) yods line their 133 sides. (319−3=316) boundary yods surround the centres of the 3 polygons. The number of yods in the separate root edge and the two separate sets of 3 enfolded Type B polygons = 4 + 316×2 = 636. This is the gematria number value of Rashith ha Gilgalim ("First swirlings"), the Mundane Chakra corresponding to Kether.
The sum of the number values of the Godnames of the 10 Sephiroth is 636.
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I own your fucking asses both sides anarchists and goverments authoritative state way (we should simplifi speling - from Spain with love (karina I wanna fuck your brains out)(conotation (the word "conotation" is written with 1 letter "n" because we must not end words with letter "n" (conotation: idipodio siblegma (fuck with mother)))(conotation: Peta Wilson (Passenger 48))(Colour Haze - Love (after 4:21))) of controling crowds (isokinezix) (post-inspiration headquarters in Japan biomecanimal Corporation Corp)
Otsuka Foundation dead (tha kopsnoune tis fleves tous)
Abilify dead (tha kopsnoune tis fleves tous) (conotation: & everything rimes with it (Spotify dead (I own it)/Sidify dead (I own it)))
Je nerob obirs (ancient vampire language)
****violation lefxemia must be put as term in human speeces (former "spieces") as a concept on human planet that is ....................................*************
When bullshit starts & I want to fuck the system I am saying "what does he saying?"
I think the new profession of the future is police thought & they say "what does he saying?"
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GodNames (Vazo opious thelo)
primal primaltek ThimioSelf Zegocha Konsiousnes Ireizor Tolkin nike asix isokinezix coby bryant michael jordan NBA usbforthesoul Magnus Carlsen (grandmaster) Woovenhand 16Horsepower redbull Ferrari Daryl Hanibal(Mads Mickelsen) yingyang (I own my fucking symbol) asian woman DJ Krush Angelina Jolie Deftones ISIS Massive Attack Portishead Rotting Christ(you are I) Joyride(Omen) Athina Onasis Foundation Carusella(there is no star quality) Bruce Lee (grandmaster 9) Foundation parabola sad but true KoRn World Economic Forum (China is the new champion of the entire fucking worLd) Ltd(limited) Champions League Christiano Ronaldo McLararen Zinedin Zidan Michael Schoumacher primalgrey Beneton(owned by Magda Chatzinaki (I OWN Magda Chatzinaki) We'll eat (her father will cook)) Tesla EdX(Harvard&MIT) SpaceX facebook Mark ZuckeRberg Del-pc Windows-os (unix is dead) Xiaomi-mobile (I have my fingerprint here) Vodafon Skype Metallica (Metallica family) metallica google system ov a down Tool (Tool army) Weapon Industry (loby) Parabel Vizions MosDef (with the fucking chevelle) Aubrey De Grey Brad Pit YouTube MyTube Byetone(plastic star) Prodigy Skunk Anansie (My lifestyle you'll be smoking) GooGle(Google personel are on strike) CS version 1.6(Russian servers) Jack Daniels Maori- Tribe 2spirit tattoo(Roxxxy) The New Alfabet (farmaceuticals are dead) iluminati-buildeberg-yakuza fbi-sector5-cia-mosad-mi6 pokerstars chess.com&chessbase Them LazaAard
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Them LazaAard: The evolution of human speeces is no more
ThimioSelf Zegocha Konsiousnes Ireizor (sinidisiako xirafi/xirafi sinidisis))
fuckbudies (Women/Sluts): jesica biel jenifer aniston magda chatzinaki sofia apanozidou sharon stone
DEATHS
reject
⦁ michael jackson icon pedofile
⦁ religion dead (religion is over)
⦁ otsuka dead Tha kopsoune tis fleves tous
⦁ abilify dead Tha kopsoune tis fleves tous
⦁ computer science dead
⦁ fragou dead
⦁ souper market ipalilos dead
⦁ black olympians dead
⦁ 1 jew dead
⦁ 1 psixiatros dead
⦁ 1 predator dead
⦁ 1 prideitor dead
⦁ 1 prideitor kills something (a lesser being)(primaltek)(bruce lee)(isokinezix)
⦁ programming dead
⦁ coding dead
⦁ all programming languages are dead
⦁ al pacino owns a slave named larry king
⦁ violence in sports (close combat)(usbforthesoul)
⦁ weapons in sports (close combat)(usbforthesoul)
⦁ internet dead (dark web)
⦁ 1 jedi dead
⦁ cryptostocks dead
⦁ digital currency dead(IMION1ON48&48ON1ONIMI)
⦁ ||| policemen dead
⦁ the bastard/piece of scum (male nurse) who scared me (1st psychotic episode) dead
⦁ invega dead otsuka dead Tha kopsoune tis fleves tous
⦁ akineton abilify dead Tha kopsoune tis fleves tous
⦁ eleni thimioselfezegocha dead
⦁ prime minister of izrael dead (from new york to izrael)
⦁ war russia vs turkey (win russia) start 22/7/2021
⦁ war turkey vs greece (win turkey of course) start 7/8/2020
⦁ karamalis dead (coded language)
⦁ alex grey dead
⦁ velopoulos dead (yakuza)
⦁ tipos lithinoi (3rd eye) dead (bruce lee)
⦁ pokerstars dead (primaltek)
⦁ sizegain deadotsuka dead Tha kopsoune tis fleves tous
⦁ abilify dead Tha kopsoune tis fleves tous
⦁ nuclear disaster in America (north america)(isokinezix)
⦁ terrorist atax in Europe (isokinezix)
⦁ veneti dead
⦁ ||| travelia dead
⦁ spirakos psixiatrio dead
⦁ The pope is dead.next pope is black (darker skin). the next one is woman
⦁ plaisio computers dead
⦁ public dead
⦁ mediamarkt dead
⦁ cosmote(former ote) dead (I made a lot of money there)
⦁ Christina Chasou dead (cancer)
⦁ blioska thriskeftikos dead (tafoplaka) (primalgrey)
I own nobel prize. I own turing machine prize. They belong to me. I against I (Massive Attack)(Banksy). artificial intelligence(threat: destruction oh human race). Umbrella Cor (biowarfare) (biosoul). I own internet. I consume it like an ordinary product. I AM your true champion. (no sponsors)
robert de niro's punchline "vaxines emvolia"
private armies. united states of europe. argentineRrrr
brainstorming: definition: procedure of expanding an idea/concept such as the above (I AM brainstormer)
Ego Ime o ethizmos. I dikia mou i agapi sfazi. I Am your Icon .You are free to do as I tell you (times4 I/we/I comand) .tell the truth pig (refering to cop). Reject recomendations from family Dark Budizm (levitation)
sevir penalty
⦁ viazmos apo 9
⦁ aferesi erotogenon zonon (thiles genitika organa)
⦁ aferesi nichion
⦁ kopsimo glosas
⦁ vgalsimo dodion
⦁ tiflosi
⦁ aferesi akois
⦁ stirosi
⦁ breaking bones
⦁ death
⦁ death from above
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